Their Rebellious Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 10)

Now, I understood. If Tennessee needed to come, I wouldn’t hesitate to take care of her. Whenever. Wherever.

“You never explained how you know each other,” she said, blatantly changing the topic.

I looked to Tennessee, relaxed upon James’ lap, her head tucked in beneath his chin. We’d left Butte in such haste that she had no other clothing, only the one dress she’d worn the day before. James had sent one of his ranch hands to her school to collect her things, I assumed all loaded into a trunk. He’d return soon enough and she’d have her belongings. Whatever was lacking, we’d ensure she had it.

She was right. She knew little about us, although since she was friends with James’ sister, she knew some about him. Me, though, she knew next to nothing, and I was her husband.

“I own the ranch that abuts the Carr property to the east. We both raise cattle. While James is from Omaha, which I’m sure you learned from Abigail, I am from New York. Albany, specifically. I spent my youth there, then came the war.” I wasn’t going to go into details of that horrible time, nor my short marriage, so I said, “After, I wed and had a child, but his mother died in childbirth. His name is Abel. He is… well, I believe he is about your age.”

“Nineteen,” she said.

“Twenty,” I clarified. I was old enough to be her father, and yet I was her husband, my cock hard again for her. How had this happened? I’d rushed to Butte at James’ request to help find his sister, and I returned with a bride twenty years my junior. It felt odd to be responsible for someone, but not… bad. In fact, I felt good. As if this were right. A complete surprise, but so very right.

“Where does he live?” she asked.

“On the ranch. Our ranch.”

“We will live there then?” She looked from me to James.

There had been no discussion of this. Hell, there’d been hardly any discussion about us marrying. But I flicked my gaze at James.

I shook my head. “No, we will live on the Carr ranch. The house is larger.” For children, a family. We’d both taken her and there was no doubt we’d filled her womb with enough of our seed to make a baby. The way my cock wanted back inside her again, we’d keep her well-filled. I knew James longed for a child and surely Tennessee, too. “Abel can handle running the Wells property. It is time for him to do it on his own.” He’d had no inclination to find a bride, but having a home without his father about was a start.

“I thought… I—”

“What, Kitten?” James prodded.

“I thought you would each live in your own place.”

“And you’d ride from property to property each night?” I asked. “We were in different bedrooms last night and that was too far from you. We shall need to make a larger bed to accommodate all three of us. Your father may have wanted a match for you without any affection, without any… passion, but that is not what you have.”

Her eyes widened and I smiled as she blushed. She couldn’t deny the accuracy of my words. She’d jumped into James’ arms and kissed him, then she’d all but begged me to fuck her.

I leaned toward them in the saddle, although we were very much alone and there was no one to overhear. “Kitten, I wish to be able to roll over and take you anytime I wish. Don’t look at me like that or I’ll pull you to the ground and fuck you right here and now.”

Her mouth fell open and she squirmed on James’ lap. He groaned. The corner of her mouth tipped up. Before my eyes, I saw her newfound awareness. She had quite a bit of power over us.

“Kitten,” I warned, but it did no good.

“Maybe… maybe I want to be fucked,” she whispered.

That did it. I tugged on the reins, stopping my horse. I hopped down, pulled her off of James’ lap and over my shoulder. I found a soft patch of grass and lowered her to it. I didn’t delay and worked her dress up her legs to find her bare. I had no idea where James had put her drawers when we’d spanked her the day before, but I didn’t care. I liked her like this. Pale, lush thighs that parted to show off her pussy. Her pink lips were swollen and slick, and as I’d thought, our cum slipped from her, making even her thighs glisten.

She propped herself up on her elbows as she looked at me, her legs parted, knees slightly bent. “Aren’t you going to spank me first? I’ve been… bad.”

Seed spurted from my cock at her wanton display. I’d married a vixen. James came up behind me, blocked the sun, then dropped to his knees beside me. It seemed Tennessee liked being claimed out in the open as much as in a bed. We would not deny her.

Reaching out, he flipped her onto her belly, then pulled her back so she was up on her hands and knees. She wiggled her ass at us, all but begging to be spanked.

James swore under his breath at the sweet sight. “Bad? Doubtful. Naughty? Definitely,” he said.

She looked over her shoulder at us, her blue eyes blazing with a mixture of sass and arousal. Nodded.

“Spanking isn’t the only thing we do to a naughty girl, is it, Jonah?” He slid his thumb over her slit, coating it in her cream, then placed it on her crinkled back hole.

She gasped and arched her back.

“A naughty girl sometimes get her ass fucked,” I added. “Having her men’s cum drip from that tight hole is a reminder to be a good girl.”