Their Captivated Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 3) (13 page)

Hands stroked over my bottom and I felt the slight weight of my dress bunched at my waist just before hands slid over my pussy, separating my folds before he plunged his cock deep into me. My hips arched up at the abrupt, yet decidedly wonderful action, my moan of pleasure and surprise muffled, just as Cross had said, by his cock that was deep in my mouth.

"You wanted our attention, love, so we are going to give it to you. Simon's first."

The finger pulled free with a loud wet sound and I felt the blunt tip of a cock at my opening, but it didn't linger there or tease me, only slid in with one decisive stroke. I moaned at the feeling, so full, so deep, so perfectly fitting..

"If I hadn't told you, love, that Simon would fuck you first, you wouldn't have known. All of our cocks belong cramming you full. You'll take any one of us at any time because you are our wife," Rhys dictated. "We will give you whatever you need, whatever you desire, whenever you need it."

Smack.

My eyes widened and I cried out around Cross' cock. Simon spanked me! While I tried to pull my mouth free, Cross held me in place and began to slowly move his cock in and out of my mouth instead of me sucking on him as liked.

"We're here, lass, and nae going anywhere."

Smack.

"If ye need me to spank your arse for you to recognize that, then that's what I'll do."

Smack.

"Did it ever occur to ye, lass, that we didn't give the horse back to Peters—"
Smack
"—because he would then know ye are here with us? Keeping a horse belonging to that bastard is like a sliver under a nail, but we will see ye safe first."

Smack.

I didn't have more than a moment to think about his words, for his hips thrust faster and harder and then I couldn't think at all. My hands flattened against the cool wood, but there was nothing to grab on to, to keep me grounded, as I could no longer fight anything they did. I didn't want to.

"I'm going to come, Olivia, and you're going to swallow my seed. All of it. You're going to taste me on your tongue, to know that I gave you what you needed."

He thrust into me gently one more time, and I felt him swell just before a hot jet of seed coated my tongue and slid down my throat. Again and again his cock pulsed in my mouth as his fingers clenched my scalp.

Simon didn't relent on his driven thrusts, the sound of his hips smacking against my bottom loud in the room.

Cross slowly pulled his cock from my mouth; it was slick and glistening, only diminishing in size slightly before he tucked it back in his pants.

A hard thrust pushed my hips into the desk as Simon let out a groan. His seed was warm and copious enough for me to feel it deep inside. When he was spent and pulled free, his essence slipped down over my clit, onto my thighs and most likely the desk below.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Rhys holding his rigid cock and moving into position between my spread legs. He used his hand to scoop up the seed that had escaped, and rubbed it into my swollen, sensitive flesh. They were right; I was so much more aroused by the smooth, shaved skin.

He took his dripping fingers and moved them to my back entrance, began playing with me there, coating me again and again with Simon's seed. I was so aroused, so needy from Simon's cock and expert fucking that I felt empty and almost forlorn without something filling my pussy. But when Rhys carefully worked a finger into my back entrance and the nerves there came to life, instant heat washed over me, and my brow and temples became damp with perspiration. I couldn't help the groan that escaped, for the jangly, dark feelings that came from his ass play felt so good. I couldn't fight him, couldn't fight the feelings he wrung from my body.

"Here," Rhys said. I saw Cross take something from him over my back and hold it in front of my face so I could see it. It was another one of his handcrafted plugs. He'd used them on me before to stretch me open in preparation for all of them to take me at once, but this one was different. While the other two had been fairly thin and meant for them to play with me—to fuck me there with them without much discomfort yet with plenty of sensation—this plug was quite wide in the middle, the flared head just a narrow tip then broadened quite a bit, then tapered in again, a flat flange at the base for Cross' fingers.

I winced when Rhys slipped a second finger in me along with the first. "I was going to save this for later, but I think now is a better time."

Cross handed it back and I turned my head to follow it. Rhys took it and held it up for me to see one last time, for I knew its destination.

"You're going to love this," he promised. I wasn't as certain, especially when he slipped his fingers free. I thought he was going to push it right into my bottom, but he didn't. I heard a jar open and I knew it was the special ointment to coat the plugs and dildos so they could slide easily—easier—into me.

"You aren't the only one who has their arse filled, lass," Simon said. "Good thing Ian and Kane have jars of the slick lubricant all over the house for Emma."

I only thought for a moment about Emma being placed in the same position as I and having her bottom filled, perhaps not with a plug but her men's cocks. They'd been married long enough for her to be able to be fucked there. Perhaps I'd ask her about it when—

"Oh!" I cried, the cold, blunt and very slippery plug nudged against my back entrance.

Rhys expertly twisted and pushed and worked it into me, wider and wider and wider until I didn't think I could take anymore. "Rhys, please," I groaned.

Just after I uttered the words, the plug narrowed again and my muscles clenched tightly around the narrow section. The wide, hard portion filled me so differently than ever before. It was wide like a cock but not deep, and stretched my opening as the other plugs had. Outside of me, I could feel the cool flat wood parting my cheeks slightly but holding the plug securely within. Rhys tugged on the base and I groaned once again. With my bottom so full, my pussy felt empty.

Perhaps Rhys was a mind reader, for he said, "Is your pussy lonely, love? Let's get you all filled up."

Within seconds I felt his cock at the entrance to my pussy and sliding in, much slower than Simon, but there hadn't been a large plug in my bottom at the same time. Simon moved to stand beside Cross and they both squatted down so their faces were right before mine.

When Rhys' cock bottomed out, the flared head nudging my womb, my eyes widened. I'd never felt so full. I moaned.. They grinned.

"Like having something in your arse and pussy? Soon enough we'll have one of our cocks in your pussy, another in your arse and another in this perfect mouth," Simon leaned forward and kissed me, my breath coming out in quick pants as Rhys began to fuck me at a vigorous pace.

"The plug is making her so tight," Rhys said through gritted teeth. "I'm not going to last."

"Are you ready to come, Olivia?" Cross asked. I nodded, for the way Rhys' hips bumped into the base of the plug every time he filled me—how snug he was when he did so—had him rubbing and bumping and nudging places inside me that were new, that were so hot, so intense I couldn't hold back.

"You may come." Cross' voice was soothing, yet commanding. "Show us your pleasure. Squeeze Rhys' cock when you do."

Perhaps it was Cross' words or the erotic feel of being fucked and filled so completely, but I came with a scream, so lost in the flood of heat and pleasure that coursed through me that I forgot all about where I was and who might hear. I tossed my head back, my eyes fell closed and my muscles tensed, as if I held still the feelings would never end. Rhys gripped my hips in his firm hold and held me in place as he thrust deep one last time, a growl escaping his throat as he filled me to overflowing. He leaned forward, slapping a hand on the table beside mine and kissed my sweaty neck, nuzzled against my ear before slowly pulling out.

I slumped onto the desk, my heated cheek savoring the cool wood. I could fall asleep just as I was, for I felt boneless and relaxed and blissfully sated. Cross and Simon stood to their full heights and came around behind me. I should be concerned at how I appeared, my pussy dripping with their seed, not doubt swollen and red, for it felt hot and well used. The plug was still tightly lodged within my bottom. I must have been quite a sight, but I didn't care. They were right; I had wanted their attentions, needed to have validation that I was wanted. How had they known even when I hadn't?

I pushed up onto my elbows, and then felt firm hands about my waist helping me up, and then holding me firmly as I settled. Simon looked down at me and grinned, kissing my forehead tenderly. "Let's eat, lass. I'm hungry as a bear."

Then I remembered my scream. "I...I can't go back out there, they'll know," I said.

Simon picked up my drawers from the floor and shoved them into his pants pocket, a hint of the white fabric peeking out, and winked at me. It seemed I wasn't to have them back.

"They do know, love, and trust me, they won't say a thing. All of them, at one time or another, except McPherson—Simon's brother, I mean, and MacDonald—have tended to their wives at one time or another near the others. You come first," Rhys replied.

"You're not embarrassed?"

Cross tilted my chin up. "Embarrassed for pleasing our woman so well that she screamed in pleasure? Definitely not. Quite the opposite, in fact."

Male preening did not help at all. "Can I clean up beforehand at least? Please take the plug out, Rhys, and let me have a cloth."

All three men shook their heads.

"No," Rhys said.

"Nay, lass," added Simon.

"You wanted our attention and you had it," Cross replied. "With the plug in your ass, their seed dripping from your pussy and the taste of mine on your tongue, will ensure you remember that we are always with you."

"Always," Rhys added, opening the door for me.

As we went out to join the others, walking carefully with the plug still settled deep, I wasn't soon going to forget.

CHAPTER NINE

OLIVIA

Over the next few days, the men were extra attentive, ensuring that one of them was with me at all times. I had not recognized my need for their presence, or that I was worried that they, too, might leave me, but they had. While I could not blame my parents for their untimely deaths, I did blame them for leaving me. As for Uncle Allen, I couldn't deny him the woman he loved or the family he'd made. I couldn't be selfish. But what of Simon, Rhys and Cross? Would they want to leave me as well? Did I crave them in a way that had me taking their attention however I could get it, even if it were to bicker?

I wanted to be the center of their focus because
they
wanted to give it to me, not because I was needy, and that was the crux. It was hard to be confident in our slowly forming bond when I was fretting over something that was completely out of my control. And so when the men were all needed to help repair a large section of fence that had washed out in a mudslide overnight, they were concerned about leaving me alone. They even suggested I go and visit the other women, but truthfully, it had been hard to face them after the group lunch. They all might be comfortable with fucking or being tended to with the others nearby, but I was not. It would take time, and my men seemed to understand that and didn't push me.

When they left for the stable to meet the others, I promised I would walk to Laurel's if I got lonely, for her house was the closest. Once they left, I was content to just read, the windows and doors thrown open to the warm summer day. It also left me open to unwanted visitors.

The footsteps I heard in the hallway I thought could be Simon's, perhaps returning to take me one more time. It was his way to come to me, heat and lust in his eyes, because he couldn't wait another moment to have me. It was hot and my heart pounded and my pussy wept just knowing I made him so eager. Frantic, even.

So when I heard his footsteps this time, I started to undo the buttons of my dress in anticipation, for I knew how much he liked to suck and nip on my nipples as he fucked me. But the man that came into the den was not Simon, nor Rhys or Cross. It was Mr. Peters. I tugged the front of my dress together with one hand as I stood and backed away. The look on his face was almost gleeful, which scared me greatly.

"What...what do you want?" I asked.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk."

Talk? Why would he come all the way to Bridgewater to talk? The man was lying and definitely insane.

"How did you find me?" I eyed him warily and very cautiously.

He studied me, tilting his head to the side as to look at me better. His scrutiny was hard to stand, but I did not flinch, did not fill the silence as I waited for his answer.

Finally, he spoke. "They haven't told you, have they?"

"They?" I asked, frowning.

"You married Simon, but I know the other two are fucking you as well. It was all part of my plan."

I swallowed down the fear at seeing him as my fingers fumbled with the buttons on my dress. I didn't want to be exposed in any way with him.

"Plan?" I couldn't manage more than one word questions and I disliked that fact. I should have the upper hand, I should show him the door, but I couldn't. I was too afraid. There was something about his voice, the look in his eye, his bearing, everything, that had me nervous and wary.