Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 6)

“You said something different downstairs. Do you regret the words?” Xander’s body stiffened beneath mine, afraid that I would take my feelings back.

I remembered Roger’s words; while they were both big and brawny and brave, I could hurt them with just a few words. The power I had was almost dangerous.

I moved from Xander’s hold and turned to stand before them. I took Xander’s hand, then Tyler’s. “I can’t really say I know what love is. Well, I never knew. What I feel for you both is… is amazing. Scary. Powerful. I’d say that’s love.”

Tyler tugged me into his arms. As he was still on his knees, he titled his chin to look up at me. “Baby, I love you, too.”

“Don’t forget me,” Xander added, turning me into his embrace. I cupped his jaw, the beard soft against my palm. “You’re exactly what I didn’t know I needed. I love you.”

“It’s time, baby. Time to show you what it can be like. Both of us, together.”

My pussy clenched at his words.

“We’ve trained your ass,” Xander added. “You take the largest sized plug so beautifully. You’re ready for my cock in your ass.”

“We’re going to fill you right up, baby. Both of us at the same time. Do you want that?”

“Do you want to be taken by both your husbands?” Xander continued. “You’ll connect us. You’re what makes this family.”

There was only one answer. “Yes,” I replied breathlessly.

That was all I had to say before their hands were on me, undoing the buttons of my dress, pulling the pins from my hair, stripping me bare, just as they’d stripped my emotions so they could see all of me.

When I stood before them, my nipples hard and my arousal slick on my thighs, I murmured, “I want to see you, too.”

Tyler grinned, his hands going to the buttons of his shirt. “You want us naked too, baby?”

I nodded and licked my lips as I saw the broad expanse of his chest become exposed, one button at a time.

They stripped off their clothes with a ruthless haste until they stood before me deliciously naked. Xander’s body was so deeply tan and sprinkled with dark hair. He was as hard as his temperament. Sinewy muscle corded his forearms, his fingers long and blunt. His cock stood thick and erect from his body, curving upward to touch his navel, a glisten of his arousal sliding down the flared crest.

Tyler was leaner, yet his muscles even more defined than Xander. His chest was free of hair, the flat nipples dark. His stomach was smooth and ridges defined it. I itched to stroke my fingers over those tense muscles. His cock, too, was long and thick, pointing straight at me, eager to be inside me.

“Are you ready for us?” Xander asked.

I licked my lips. “Yes,” I whispered.

“Show your husbands,” he added.

I frowned. “How?”

“Touch your pussy. Good girl. Are you wet?” Tyler spoke as I did as he bid.

I gasped at the hot feel of my flesh, eager for being touched, played with. Used.

“Show us,” he added.

I held up my fingers so they could see my arousal thickly coating the tips.

Xander groaned deep in his chest. “Up on the bed.”

I scooted past him and crawled into the center of the bed, laid down on my back. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. You know which part of you I want.”

Bending my knees, I placed my feet on the soft blanket and spread my knees wide. Both men’s eyes locked onto my pussy, bare and wet and swollen for them.

“You want to lick my pussy,” I told him.

With one foot on the bed, Xander knelt, then lowered himself so his shoulders pushed my thighs even wider apart. “What does Tyler want?” he asked, his hot breath fanning my folds.