Their Treasured Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 4)

Dash released my hip and I slid down his hard length, one delicious inch at a time. My eyes widened at the feel of him and I could tell by the tight line of his jaw, the flush to his cheeks that he could feel how slick I was, because of him. It was his seed from when he fucked me against the wall that made his passage easy.

Gripping the back of my neck, he pulled me down for a kiss and my nipples brushed over the soft hairs on his chest. My body was soft and pliant in his arms and I would succumb—gladly—to whatever they wanted.

I felt the bed dip beneath Connor's weight, felt his hands on my hips, thumbs pulling apart my bottom just before the blunt, slippery head of his cock pressed against my worked opening. I'd loved the tight feel of a cock in my pussy while I'd had a plug in my bottom, but this would be different. This would be two cocks at once, both my men taking me, claiming me. We would be together and I was the one to join us. That was what I saw with Olivia and her husbands. While the men were the strong ones, the dominant ones in their marriage, she was the one that held them together, that made them one.

I had longed for that as I'd watched them with their new baby, and now I felt it for myself. I lifted my head from Dash's kiss, looked at him—really looked at him—and saw a man who was loving his wife. He wasn't fumbling beneath the covers, hiding his body, his feelings, anything. I might have been the one who'd been exposed, stripped bare and made to feel for the first time, but he, too, was giving everything.

Dash held nothing back—not his body, his mind, his soul. His heart. I could see it in his eyes, feel it as I clenched down on his cock, tasted it in his kiss.

"Yes," I breathed. "I want this. I want you, Dash." I looked over my shoulder as Connor pressed more insistently against my back entrance. His dark eyes met mine. I took a deep breath and relaxed my entire body and as he breached my last barrier between us, I whispered his name. "I need you both."

The men growled then, deep in their throats, and began to move. As Connor pushed forward, filling me, Dash pulled back as they alternated their movements. I was so full I cried out with the pleasure of it. I could do nothing but succumb to their every desire, for I knew they would not only give me pleasure, but their hearts as well.

And so I let go of it all, gave myself to them and let them take me to the brink of orgasm, finding places deep inside myself only they could touch. As I looked into Dash's eyes, he thrust up into me while Connor was completely embedded in my bottom. My clit rubbed against Dash's belly and it tipped me over the edge. I screamed my pleasure, unable to hold back, my skin tingling, my ears ringing and behind my closed eyelids. All I saw was white. I soared, savoring the feel of being between my men, filled by them, one with them.

I felt Dash come, his seed—hot and thick—spurting into me as his body stiffened beneath me. Connor was not to be left out, for he thrust deep, his cock swelling within me and he cried out my name as he came, filling me and claiming my ass, marking me. I was lost. Completely and utterly lost. But when they carefully, slowly pulled from my body and turned me onto my back so they both loomed over me, I wasn't lost at all. I'd been found.