Their Treasured Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 4)

"To get ye to talk, lass. Tis our job to take yer burdens away."

She shook her head. "What if I am your burden?"

"How is that, sweetheart?" My finger slipped inside her, found the spongy spot that had her arching her back and began to stroke it, slowly and deliberately. "How can having ye beneath me like this, watching ye give in to yer pleasure be a burden?"

She didna respond, so I endeavored to get her to talk. "Get me the bag," I told Connor. He went to the kitchen as I continued to use my fingers on her. She couldna come, for I wasna providing her enough pressure on her clit, nor moving my finger at the right pace to tip her over the edge. It only made her thrash on the couch, her hips shifting and moving for me to try to penetrate her further.

Connor returned, pulled out the jar of lubricant and unscrewed the metal lid. I coated my finger and gently stroked over her tightly furled bottom hole. She bucked on the couch at the touch, but with her hands behind her back, she couldna move.

Slowly, very slowly, I rimmed her arse with my thumb, ensuring the ointment made her slick. As I pushed inward, I nudged her clit with a finger and she groaned. The tight ring of muscle clenched down and I slowly began to fuck her —in her pussy and her arse with my fingers—as I questioned her some more.

"Why is this a burden to me, sweetheart?" I asked once again.

"I gave you no choice!" she cried. Her walls clenched down on my my fingers signaling she was close to her orgasm.

"How so, lass?" Connor asked, stroking her hair back from her sweaty face.

"Oh God, please," she begged.

"What?" I asked.

"I need it. Please, I need it so much."

The sound of her begging had me almost coming in my pants.

"You need to come?" I continued to stroke her, just shy of nudging her into coming.

"Yes!" she cried.

I shoulda used her desperate state against her, to force her to tell us what we wanted to know, but she'd begged and I couldna hold her pleasure from her as an interrogation tactic. I wanted her to tell me of her own accord, nae because she was out of her mind. And so I moved my fingers a little faster, pinching down on her clit as Connor murmured very carnal words into her ear. She came within seconds, clenching down upon my fingers again and again as her scream caught in her throat. I didna relent until I'd wrung every bit of pleasure from her body. Only then did I slip my fingers free and undo the belt around her wrists.

REBECCA

The men had every intention of forcing me to share what was troubling me, but in the end, when I'd been so out of my mind with the eagerness to come, Dash had relented. Instead of using my body against me, he'd nudged me over the edge and into bliss. He'd been tender when he lifted me in his arms and carried me upstairs, undressed me with the gentlest of touches, and tucked me into bed. After stripping off his own clothes, he climbed in behind me and pulled my back into his front so we were snug together.

Connor joined us quickly thereafter, sliding into bed on the other side of me. Their hands stroked over my skin, not in a carnal way, but as if they couldn't keep themselves from touching me. What was so special about my body? I couldn't understand their eagerness, their avid interest in me. Me!

"Why?" I asked. The lantern on the table cast a soft yellow glow to the room and with the wind blowing outside, I felt as if we were in a warm, cozy lair—safe and secure from everything outside the bedroom walls.

"Why what?" asked Dash.

It was time to give in and question. They'd proven that while they wanted me to share my feelings, they could use patience instead of force to achieve that goal. Remaining biddable and silent only worked if your husband actually wanted a wife that way. It seemed that neither Connor nor

Dash were interested in that, and instead, to make them happy, I had to share my feelings. It was completely against everything I'd been raised to expect, but I would have to try. I sighed, then said, "You didn't have to follow through with the marriage. You could have any woman you wanted and now you can't."

Dash's hand stilled on my hip. "If nae ye, Rebecca, what woman should I want?"

I shrugged, bit my lip, then replied. "Allison Travers."

I found myself turned onto my back so both men loomed over me. Their gazes were narrowed and focused solely on me.

"Why would I want Miss Travers?" Dash asked. "I've barely been introduced to her."

I glanced away, for their dual stares was a little overwhelming. "She finds you quite appealing. I think she has her heart set on you."

"She told ye this when ye stayed at the boarding house? I didna know she was so forward," Connor asked.

I shook my head. "Today. She brought my trunk to the ranch and visited with us. She spoke of you with avid interest."