Their Wayward Bride (14 page)

McPherson and the others would deal with Palmer for us. Laurel needed
her men.

I followed Mason up the stairs and into his bedroom and I closed the
door behind us. Lowering her to the floor, Mason set her back from
him so he could look at her. I moved to stand directly beside him.

"Sweetheart, did he hurt you?" he asked.

My gaze raked over her body. Her dress wasn't torn; it was only dirty
in spots from where she’d been sitting on the porch. Her hair had
come undone and tears stained her pale cheeks, but otherwise she
looked...whole.

She shook her head. "No. He...he just grabbed me, but I'm not
hurt."

Mason's hands went to the buttons on her new dress. "We're going
to take this off you and take a look and make sure. You've had a
scare."

"We've all had a scare," I added. "Let your men make
sure you're not hurt."

She glanced between us and nodded. "For you, yes."

Mason's hands moved quicker now. He stripped the dress, her corset,
even her stockings and boots so she stood before us naked. I ran my
hands over her shoulders and down her arms as Mason worked his way up
her body. There were red marks above her elbows that might bruise,
and my jaw clenched at the sight. I moved to stand behind her so she
was surrounded by the two of us, my hands moving up and down her
back, past the little dimples at the base of her spine, over her lush
arse, then back up again. We needed to touch all of her, to ensure
she was whole, real and ours.

"He...he said we were married. He had a license." Even
though we touched her, she was distracted.

My hands paused. "A marriage license?"

She nodded. "A judge signed it and it looked official. He said
my marriage to Mason wasn't real."

Mason shook his head. "Our marriage is real, sweetheart. There's
no question. Palmer could have bribed a judge, but God joined us.
Before that, were joined when we took your virginity. Hell, we
claimed you the first time we saw you."

He said just what I was thinking.

"I...I shot him. I didn't mean to, but he was coming toward me.
I...kneed him in his...there, and then I ran but he recovered and—"

Christ. She'd have to live with killing Palmer for the rest of her
life. Every man at Bridgewater had killed before; it had been our job
to do so. But not Laurel. She'd had to shoot a man dead or die
herself.

"You were defending yourself. You did nothing wrong. He was a
bad man." Mason stroked her arms.

I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. "Shh," I soothed.
"Mason's right, he was a right bloody bastard and he can't hurt
you ever again. You took care of that yourself, didn't you,
sweetheart? We're so proud of you. No more about Palmer. I don't want
him in this bedroom with us."

Hot tears rushed down her cheeks again, but this time it was more
from overwhelming emotion than fear. "I...I didn't think I would
see you again. Oh, your hands feel so good." Her head tilted
back and I kissed up the nape of her neck. "All I thought about
was you. Getting to you. Being with you. I...I need you. Both of
you."

She became bold then, empowered by the threat that danger had held
over her. She reached up and worked at Mason's shirt. Her
overwhelming emotions shifted to frantic need and her fingers
fumbled. "Please, I need you. I need you both. Make Palmer go
away. Take me."

Fervently, she kissed Mason's chest that had been exposed. "I
know...you have been waiting...." Each pause in her words was a
kiss. "I need both of you. I want to truly be yours."

I tugged on Laurel's hair, forcing her head to turn. It wasn't rough,
but I wasn't gentle either. Her wild eyes met mine. She needed this.
She needed someone to be in charge, to make her forget. To make her
let go. She'd taken care of Palmer, and now we'd take care of her.
"Together? You want to take us together, sweetheart?"

Instead of answering, she took my hand and put it between her thighs,
my fingers slipping over her slick folds. She was dripping wet and I
could feel her clit, hard and pulsing. She looked over her shoulder,
took Mason's hand and brought it between her legs from behind. A gasp
escaped her lips as Mason must have brushed a finger over her
sensitive rosebud.

She pressed her hand over my cock through my pants, but I had a clear
enough head to tell her no. "You're not in charge, Laurel, your
husbands are. We decide when we fuck you and how." I didn't move
her hand away, but curled one finger just inside her opening to make
her hand fall away. Her eyes slipped shut and she moaned.

Her nipples hardened at my stern words and the touch of my finger.

"Do you want me to fill your arse with my cock?" Mason
asked as he nipped at her neck, leaving a trail of reddened skin in
his wake.

Laurel angled her head, offering Mason better access, and nodded her
head.

"Then we should see if you're ready. Up on the bed on your hands
and knees, arse up in the air."

Mason made space for her to move and she readily complied, settling
onto the middle of the bed on her knees, then lowered her cheek to
the quilt, her green eyes on us. It was the perfect submissive pose,
her pussy and arse on perfect display, showing us what was ours. Her
pussy lips were the prettiest pink and furled open, exposing her
narrow passage and pale pearl. The lovely thatch of fiery red hair
was directly below. Her back entrance winked at us, still a hint of
slick ointment from our play earlier. With the way she took the plug
this morning, I knew she'd be ready for us, but since Mason would
claim her arse, he would take the time to ensure she could take him.

I stripped off my clothes with haste and took in the sight of
Laurel's perfect body. Her breasts hung down heavily, the nipples
plump. My mouth watered wanting to taste them again. My cock bobbed
and ached for her. Mason's eyes met mine. He nodded. It was time.

I moved to sit on the bed, my back propped up against the headboard,
spreading my legs so they were on either side of Laurel's shoulders.
She looked up at me from her position on her forearms; she was so
eager, so ready. I crooked my finger. "Come here, sweetheart."

She pushed up onto her hands and she crawled toward me, her breasts
swaying beneath her as she did so. She stopped with her mouth just
inches from my burgeoning cock. I grabbed hold of the base and
stroked up and down the length, clear fluid oozing from the tip and
down over my fingers. Just seeing her mouth there, her lips wet from
her tongue had my hips shifting.

"Suck my cock, sweetheart."

Her eyes held mine briefly, then dropped to my cock. She licked her
lips, then lowered her head, licking the broad head clean, but didn't
linger, taking the entire length into her mouth. I hissed out a
breath at the hot, wet feel of her mouth. Her tongue flicked over the
head, then swirled up and down the length.

I saw Mason grab the jar of ointment and dip his fingers in before
running them over her arse. With Laurel's head dipped down over my
cock, I could see what he was doing, watch as he easily slipped a
finger in. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations making my balls
draw up tight.

"She easily took one finger. Take a deep breath, sweetheart, I'm
going to add another," Mason told her.

I felt her hot breath on my fist as she breathed in, and then
exhaled. Mason worked the second finger in beside the first and
Laurel wiggled her hips. She moaned around my cock again, eyes
widening at being stretched so.

"Jesus, Mason, I won't last if she keeps making noises like
that." I was breathing hard and my hands were clenched in the
quilt; she was that good.

I saw his fingers scissor and stretch her open even more, then slip
in to the first knuckle. Mason met my gaze.

"She's ready."

Cupping her cheek with one hand, I lifted her bobbing head off my
cock. I slipped down the bed so my head was on the pillow and her
face was directly above mine. "Climb up and ride me."

She looked down between us at my cock, which was pointing straight at
her navel. She put one knee by my hip, then the other so she
straddled my waist. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto my cock,
seating herself directly onto me so I filled her completely. She was
tight and wet and hot and...perfect. This was where I wanted to be,
where I belonged.

"Brody, oh, you feel so good, but I want both of you."

Mason leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.

"And you will. Right now."

LAUREL

This was what I wanted, to be surrounded and know that my men wanted
me, needed me and that I was not alone in my feelings. Coming close
to death made me realize how keenly I needed Mason and Brody, and I
knew that giving myself to both of them, at the same time would forge
a bond between us that could not be broken. I was the missing
connection that forged us all together. And as Brody pulled me down
onto his chest and kissed me, I knew it was time.

His hands gripped my head, holding me just where he wanted me so his
tongue could lave mine. He nipped at my lower lip, and then soothed
it with a tender kiss all the while shifting his hips and filling me.
While he couldn't take the deep strokes I was used to at this angle,
just the slight rubbing had me moaning. I was so wet for him he moved
easily within me. My clit rubbed against him and it was a slow,
sensuous torture. Even my nipples rubbing against his chest were
sensitive.

I felt Mason's large hand on my bottom, parting me, then the broad
head of his cock pressed against me...there. He slipped out of place,
his cock obviously slickly coated in ointment. They were both so
considerate, thinking of me, tending to me. There was that
word...tending, just as Ann had said. Mason didn't want to hurt me;
he wanted to make me feel how good it was for all of us to fuck as
one.

They both said it was going to be good and I could not do anything
but trust in their words. Once again, his blunt tip pressed in, then
back. In a little more firmly. I remembered Mason's words, to exhale
and push back. I did both, letting my forehead rest on Brody's chest
as I pushed back against Mason. His cock was broader than any of the
plugs or even their fingers and I began to stretch wide, wider, wider
still.

"Oh," I moaned at the burn, the incredible stretch.

"Almost there, sweetheart. It's so hot seeing you being
stretched wide for my cock. Push back once more. That's it....yes.
Oh, I'm in. God, you're so tight."

I groaned as the head of Mason's cock fit just past the tight ring of
muscle that had been fighting his entry. I felt so open, so wide.
With Brody's cock filling me as well, it was such a tight fit. It
burned, the intense stretching, but it also felt...amazing. The
combination was like when Mason tugged and pinched my nipples in the
past, painful yet so good. I winced at first, but as I relaxed, it
morphed into something different, something more.

Mason's fingers gripped my bottom as he began to move. Slowly, very
slowly he pushed forward, then pulled back. Brody shifted his hips as
well, but in opposing directions so that one of their cocks was
filling me up as the other retreated. The feelings their cocks
elicited were overwhelming. I thought of nothing but how these men
made me feel. My clit was pulsing, my inner walls clenching down on
both their cocks. My fingers clawed at Mason's shoulders as I
breathed into his sweaty skin, then bit him lightly as Mason sank in
all the way.

"You're ours, Laurel," Mason said, his voice rough as he
breathed hard. Our bodies clung together, slick with sweat, and yet
we were already one. I was finally joined with both of them. I knew
now that they belonged to me as much as I belonged to them.

"She's so tight, Mason, I'm not going to last," Brody said.

"Her arse is strangling my cock," Mason growled. "Are
you ready to come, sweetheart?"

I nodded against Brody's chest.

"Good, because you're going to come like never before."

With that vow, they started to move. Mason pulled back as Brody
tilted his hips up so he nudged my womb. Then Mason slid in slow, but
sure, filling me up all the way as Brody pulled back. Again and again
they moved in this fashion. I couldn't do anything but feel. I
couldn't move, couldn't even shift my hips and yet the pleasure
built. I'd thought it had felt incredible when they'd made me come
before, but it had never been like this. The feeling of two cocks in
me was so intense, so overwhelming that I couldn't hang on to the
thread of reality anymore and let go. I fell into the pleasure so
hard, so fast, that I screamed. My clit was rubbed with every move
Brody made. The head of his cock nudged against the incredible places
inside my pussy and Mason awakened places deep inside me I had no
idea existed. All of it coalesced into a bright ball of flame that
burst, exploded through my body to the tips of my fingers, to my very
toes and everywhere in between.

I heard Brody groan as he held his hips still, his cock embedded deep
within me, the hot wash of his seed coating my womb. Mason plunged
into me one last time and squeezed my hips almost painfully as he
exhaled a breath and filled me, marking me as his.

I lay slumped and exhausted on Brody's slick chest, too wilted to
move. I could feel their cocks pulse within me as they began to catch
their breath. Carefully, Mason pulled out and I winced, for while
he'd been gentle, I'd been well claimed. Brody lifted me up his body
enough to pull me off his spent cock and place me at his side so I
used his arm as a pillow. Their seed mingled and dripped down my
thighs. I felt Mason's hand on my hip as he kissed my shoulder.

"There was no question, Laurel, from the first time we saw you,
that you belonged to us," Mason told me, his voice soft.

"You may have doubted, but we never did," Brody added. "Not
once."