Their Brazen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 8)

“I’m so glad you are here.” Ann glanced up at me then Tucker, a broad smile on her face and took Abigail’s hands in her own. “These two have been very eager to have you between them.”

I saw Abigail flush and Tucker roll his eyes, dangling Christopher upside down by his ankles. The way we wanted her between us was between us in bed. Naked. Alone. With our cocks filling her pussy and ass. My cock pressed against my pants at the thought. Soon. Very soon.

“Forgive my wife,” Robert said, wrapping an arm about Ann’s waist. “She would like to see everyone happily wed.”

“That’s why we’re here,” Tucker replied, flipping the boy back up and handing him to Andrew. With his hands free, he took hold of Abigail’s. “It’s time to make Abigail ours.”

Andrew slapped Tucker on the back and tousled Christopher’s hair. The boy was fair, like Ann, but also mischievous like all little boys, with a sly grin to prove it.

“You don’t want to wait until dinner when everyone can witness?” Robert asked.

I glanced at Tucker.

“No,” we said together.

Ann tried to hide her smile, but it was impossible.

“We’re not waiting a minute longer,” I added.

I tipped Abigail’s chin up so I could meet her dark eyes. “Robert is a justice of the peace and is going to perform the ceremony. You’ll legally marry Tucker, but have no doubt, precious, you’re mine as well.”

She gave a slight nod then licked her lips. I stifled the groan the one small gesture brought about.

“Now, Robert,” I all but growled. “And the short version.”

He smiled and it softened his features. “Very well.”

I took Abigail’s other hand, connecting the three of us. She glanced first at me, then Tucker, before looking at Robert. She was ready. No doubts.

“Do you, Tucker Landry, take Abigail Carr…”

***

Abigail

I was married. I was married! The entire time Robert spoke, and it wasn’t long, I thought of Mr. Grimsby. It wasn’t what should have filled my thoughts when I was marrying the two men of my dreams, but I couldn’t help it. I had three days to go to Butte, give him my mother’s brooch, and save Tennessee. Then, and only then, could I be free truly to be Tucker and Gabe’s wife. To have nothing between us. But would they let me out of their sights? They were quite possessive and extremely attentive.

As we returned to their house and they led me back into Gabe’s bedroom, all thoughts of Mr. Grimsby faded away. I had three days, but, right now, they were mine. Finally.

“Have you kissed a man before, precious?” Tucker asked. “Before earlier?”

I glanced up at the two handsome men and shook my head. “Only… only you.”

Tucker replied with a manly grunt.

“You know we won’t hurt you?” Gabe asked as he stroked his big hand over my hair.

I tilted my head into his touch and nodded.

“Are you afraid?”

“Of what is to come? No.”

Tucker grinned as Gabe’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You’re not?” Gabe asked.

I shook my head.