Their Captivated Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 3) (9 page)

I glanced at him, so dark and handsome, his whiskers coming in quickly and black hair now covered his jaw. His hat was low on his head and he rode a horse easily. While he was at ease, I could see his eyes scan the horizon for any hidden threats. Rhys seemed to be the one who was studious and bookish. Cross was more lighthearted, while Simon was the serious one, although the attraction was not any less for it, the intensity of his gaze upon me just as hot.

He seemed to be the one who was the most protective, perhaps even possessive. We'd left Helena without incident but they had wanted to keep watch for Peters or any man he might have sent. So far, nothing.

"I've never heard of several men marrying one woman and I have to admit, am not used to the idea."

"You wouldn't be used to the idea of wedding just one man as quickly as you did either," Rhys added. "It was done with extreme haste."

True, it would have been a surprise even then.

"Simon and I were in the same army regiment. We left England and were stationed in the tiny country of Mohamir."

"Isn't that near the Ottoman Empire?"

Rhys smiled. "You know your geography. It is that country's custom for a woman to be married to more than one man, in some cases brothers, in others, men who have come together and vowed to treasure and protect one woman."

"In England, lass," Simon swore, "those bloody Brits often marry for social standing or money and the men have strict rules for their wives, but none for themselves."

"There have to be some who marry for love," I countered.

"Aye, lass, that is true, but in the circles I traveled, it wasna the norm. We had friends whose wives were neglected and unhappy while they were off slumming in brothels. It disgusted us as to the lack of honor. In Mohamir, however, that honor existed and it was the way we want to be."

"Don't you and Rhys someday want women for your yourselves?" I asked Cross.

I didn't like the possibility of being left for someone else, for they were handsome men and surely women had flocked to them in the past. How could they not be sought after in the future as well?

"No, love. We only want you."

"We will always want just you," Rhys added. He angled his head and looked at me with dark intensity. "You may not think it now, but the Mohamiran way protects the wife, for if something were to happen to one of us, you would still have the others to cherish you - you and children that will surely come. You will never need of anything ever again."

"If you liked their ways so much, why didn't you stay there?"

"Our commander did something...terrible and one of our friends, Ian, was framed for the crime. We knew he was innocent and justice would not be served, so we left," Rhys explained. "As a group, we chose to band together and make a new life. We traveled to America to find a place where we could practice what we learned in Mohamir, while escaping Evans and any repercussions that might follow us."

I turned my head so I could look up at Cross. His eyes were so green in comparison to Rhys and Simon's dark ones. "What about you? You sound as American as me. Surely you didn't spend time in Mohamir."

He kissed the tip of my nose. "I was raised in Boston and that was where their ship came in. I wasn't as big back then as I am now, but I was involved in a fight to protect a woman and these two helped me."

"There's more to the story than that, isn't there?"

Cross put his chin on top of my head once again, forcing me to not look at him anymore. "My past isn't a good story, love." His voice sounded flat at the mention of his childhood. "Bridgewater is my home now. Your home. It is where our future is.
You
are our future."

CHAPTER SIX

RHYS

"You went to Helena for a stud horse and came back with a bride as well?" Kane asked, holding the halter as Simon brushed the animal down. He'd been working in the stable when we arrived and had come to help with our horses.

"Turns out the man who sold us the horse is a bloody bastard and hurt Olivia and most likely set fire to her house." Cross shared the events of our trip with our friend.

"So you married her for protection alone?"

"We wanted her the first time we saw her," I stated plainly. "I knew when I danced with her, had my hands on her. There wasn't any decision to make."

Kane nodded. He was as dark as I, although a few inches taller. He'd married Emma the previous summer, saving her from a ridiculous brothel marriage auction. At the time I hadn't exactly understood the depth of his awareness that Emma was the woman for him and for Ian. They'd had only a minute or two to look at her before the auction had begun, but they'd known. Just like Cross and I had known at the dance.

He and Ian had protected Emma from the other men at the auction, but they'd married her because they wanted her. There was no doubt of the love match. They were very attentive to her, and she’d given birth to their first child not long ago.

Kane smiled and nodded. "Once the women hear of her existence, they will want to meet her straight away."

"Tomorrow," I said.

Cross shook his head. "Two days. We have yet to fuck her."

"And yet you are here talking with me?" Kane asked, head cocked in surprise.

"Simon remains at the house with her." After her enlightening outburst this morning, we agreed one of us would stay near until she became comfortable with us. "She's taking a bath. We gave her one hour of peace before we descend." Anticipation laced my every word.

"Go," Kane said. "See to your wife. I'll have the others help get the animals settled. I give you three days, consider the extra day a wedding present, and then we meet her."

Ten minutes later we entered through the kitchen door. Simon was sitting at the table reading a book.

He put it down on the table. "I have nae read one word as I ken she's up there," he pointed up at the ceiling, "naked and in a bathtub. After helping her with one last night, tis bloody impossible to sit here and give her some time."

"We're done giving her time," I said, turning toward the hallway.

Simon stood, the chair legs sliding loudly across the floor. "About damn time," he grumbled.

It was time to make Olivia ours.

We found her not in the washroom, but in Simon's bedroom, a bath sheet wrapped around her damp, naked body. I almost came in my pants just looking at her. I tossed the bag of my handcrafted dildos and plugs onto the bed for later and closed the distance between us. We'd surprised her, even though we'd clamored up the stairs and down the hall.

"You have a lovely home," she said, glancing around the room. We’d built the house with large bedrooms, for we were large men, and we'd hoped to someday have a wife who would spend the night in each of our rooms in turn. We also had extra bedrooms built with the hopes of children. Perhaps that day would come soon, for if we were skilled enough and the timing right, it could be in nine months or so. The idea of filling Olivia's womb with our seed and having it take root, to watch her belly swell with our child made my cock press painfully against my pants. If she looked, she wouldn't be able to miss it.

I chuckled at how she was trying to make small talk with just a scrap of white cotton covering her. She knew what was coming, for we'd clearly stated we would wait until we took her, and she was nervous. I didn't blame her. Three randy, eager men were going to strip her bare and take her virginity. Because of this, I took a deep breath and tried to will my cock down.

"Nervous?" I asked.

She gave me a tremulous smile. "You are very daunting." Her pale gaze shifted over each of us and widened as she watched Simon undo the buttons of his shirt.

"Nay, lass. We are three men who want to please our wife, to make her ours." He tossed his shirt onto the bed and then began to toe off his boots. I was undoing my own shirt when he spoke again. "We willna hurt ye. Ever. Now drop the covering so we can see ye."

Biting her lip, she considered, then dropped the sheet, letting it swirl to the floor at her feet.

I hissed out a breath at the sight of her creamy skin, her high, pert breasts, the dark thatch of hair at the juncture of her thighs. Her legs were long and she had dainty feet and her hair was pulled back into a ribbon at her nape.

The other men were almost as completely bare while I was still dressed so I, too, stripped. Clothing wasn't necessary for what we were going to do...for the next three days.

"Her pussy needs a shave," Cross commented.

Simon nodded his head. "Aye."

They stood eyeing her, Simon's arms over his broad chest. Their cocks curved up toward their navels.

One of Olivia's small hands moved to cover her pussy. "What? Shave my...my...why?"

"Did you like how we licked and sucked and ate at your pussy last night?" Cross asked, stepping closer. She retreated and the back of her legs bumped into the bed. "The way I did this morning?"

"Dinna lie, for we ken the truth. Ye loved it...three times," Simon said, walking around to the far side of the bed, placing a knee upon it and coming to kneel behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder, then at me and Cross. "Yes, all right, I did. I liked it very much."

Her eyes kept moving, looking us over one at a time, curious and nervous.

"This is your first time seeing a naked man, love?" I asked, brushing a dark curl behind her ear.

"Yes."

"Have a look at Cross while I go get the supplies for your shave. Simon will get you in position."

As I walked down the hall, I heard Cross' voice. "When you're pussy's all bare, the feelings will be more intense. Besides, we want to be able to see all your pretty pink flesh."

I grabbed the soap cup and brush and a washcloth and stopped in the doorway. Simon sat on the bed with Olivia's back at his front, her legs bent and spread wide at the edge of the bed, her pussy on perfect display. Cross had pulled a chair up from the corner of the room and sat directly in front of her.

I offered the supplies to Cross and he quickly settled into his task.

"But I don't want it bare," she replied, trying to squirm. Simon had his hands beneath her knees holding her still. No amount of effort on her part would have her moving.

"
We
want you bare so bare you will be."

Cross paused in his work and with his free hand, slipped a finger down the length of her folds, then slipped it inside. "This is our pussy, Olivia. Ours. Soon enough you will not doubt that."

A slippery wet sound filled the air as he pulled his finger free and returned to his task. She whimpered and we all knew she was not under much duress.

I moved onto the bed and positioned myself so I could play with her breasts. The flesh was so soft and plush, firm yet supply and pliant. The pale nipples tightened before our eyes and she gasped as I tweaked one, then the other.

"Like that?" I asked, her pale eyes shifting to me.

Cross slid the razor lower over her delicate skin and the patch of bare skin grew.

"Rhys," she murmured.

"What, love? Yes, you like it?"

She nodded her head against Simon's chest.

"How about now?" Did she like a little pain with her pleasure when I tugged on the tip, then pinched it? Did she like it soothing and gentle when I took the worked flesh into my mouth and licked over it and suckled? I felt her hands tangle in my hair as I closed my lips around one nipple and worked the other with my fingers.

"She dripping," Cross said, wiping the clean towel over her now smooth flesh.

"Get my bag," I told him as I saw her bare pussy for the first time. Her lips there were dainty and a lush pink, glistening with her arousal.

Reaching on the other side of her, Cross brought the bag onto his lap and pulled out the items I'd made. Winter was long in the Montana Territory and without a woman to keep us warm, I'd discovered that woodworking was a hobby at which I was quite good. I worked many things on the lathe for my friends' use on their wives. Dildos and butt plugs of various shapes and sizes, often made to specification. I'd made some for our future bride so we could play with her, however none had been used until now.

"What are those for?" Olivia asked, crinkle forming in her brow. Simon had not released her legs, which was good, for she was in the perfect position. Cross held up a thin, long dildo for me to see and I nodded.

"Here. Take it," Cross told her as he held it up.

Olivia took the wooden object and inspected it. It was dark wood, very smooth and very narrow, only as wide as my smallest finger, much smaller than any of our cocks. I'd made it just for this specific occasion, for her to take her own maidenhead as we watched. None of us wished to cause her pain and once she broke through with the dildo, we could take her without any fear on her part. Only pleasure.

Cross placed his palm on her lower belly and placed his thumb directly over her pink pearl. We could all see it clearly now and Olivia cried out at his touch. Her hand gripped the dildo tightly so her fingers turned white.