Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 6)

I took stock of my body. I had that ridiculous plug in my bottom, which while wasn’t sore, was odd. It wasn’t even uncomfortable any longer. Perhaps my body had adjusted to it or it was simply that I’d been asleep and hadn’t known it was there.

My pussy was a little sore, tender even. They hadn’t taken me gently with their big cocks.

“Not much,” I replied.

Tyler kissed my forehead before he climbed from the bed. He was naked.

My eyes widened as I stared. While I might have been fucked by both of them, they’d remained clothed while doing so, only baring the most essential of areas. Now, I couldn’t look away for I’d never seen a man so well formed. His broad chest tapered into a narrow waist, lean hips and long legs. Muscles defined every inch of him. As he grinned at me, I watched as his cock hardened, elongating and thickening, curving upward toward his navel from a thatch of light hair.

He went to a dresser and pulled out some clean clothes and started to put them on, the sinewy muscles of his back shifting with the movement.

While he did so, I turned my head. Sure enough, Xander was naked, too, on the other side of the room. Where Tyler had a bare chest, Xander’s had a smattering of dark hair that tapered into a thin line that went directly to the base of his cock. He was also aroused. Very aroused.

“I… I did that to you?” I pointed at bot

h of them.

“I like seeing those pretty breasts,” Tyler said, tucking his cock into the front of his pants.

“He does like breasts, sweetheart. They’re going to get plenty of attention from him. Me, I like seeing that plug part those ass cheeks.”

I realized by Xander’s words that I was bare to them. I was on my side and only my lower legs were covered. As I reached to tug the covers over me, Tyler shook his head. “Never cover your body in front of your men.”

I dropped my hand to the bed.

“We’d fuck you right now, but we need to meet the others for breakfast. Tell them we’re leaving today.”

I pushed myself upright. Tyler’s eyes dropped to my chest. “Leaving?”

“We only came to Bridgewater to visit Olivia for a spell. Now that we have you, it’s time to go home, to our own ranch and settle in. This isn’t our house or our land.”

I’d forgotten that. This was a good thing, leaving the area, especially before Saturday when Ralph expected me to just show up at the saloon, ready to lie on my back and part my legs for money. Perhaps Ralph wouldn’t even know where I went and would forget about me and what I owed him. If he couldn’t find me then my secret would remain safe.

This alone had me eager to rise. Tyler grabbed my shift off the back of the chair and tossed it onto the bed before me. He hadn’t spent the time to button his shirt.

“Put on your shift and come downstairs. I’ll heat some water on the stove for you to clean up.” He ran a knuckle down my cheek, then left.

Xander finished dressing, then knelt on the bed, cupped his palm around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. A sweet one. A slow one. When his tongue dipped into my mouth, I gasped. He took that opportunity to plunder and I sank into it. I’d never been kissed with a man who had a beard. Well, I’d only been kissed by Frank before now, and in comparison, it was as if I’d been kissing a fish.

The beard was soft and it tickled, but it was forgotten as his tongue tangled with mine.

When he finally lifted his head, we were both breathing hard. “That was our first kiss,” I said, touching my fingers to my lips. They tingled and felt swollen.

Xander’s eyes darkened as he grinned. “On your mouth,” he added. “I kissed your sweet pussy quite a bit yesterday.”

I flushed at the reminder.

He pushed off the bed. “Get dressed and come down.”

“Xander,” I called. He turned in the doorway. I couldn’t meet his eyes as I asked, “Um… what about the, um… what about the thing in my bottom?”

He grinned, the wicked man. “The plug? We’ll take it out downstairs.”

Downstairs? He expected me to walk downstairs with it in? I carefully moved to stand at the side of the bed and slip the shift over my head. I could feel the plug in me, filling me. Stretching me. As I moved across the room and down the hall, it moved too, nudging and bumping places deep inside me. While I knew it was firmly seated, I clenched down on it.

As I carefully walked into the kitchen, the men turned, smiled at me. Their gazes raked down my body, barely hidden beneath my shift. Tyler held out his hand. “Let’s get that plug out of you.”

I walked over to him gladly. I did not expect to be lifted up onto the table and pushed onto my back, however. “Tyler!” I cried. “What are you doing?”