Their Wayward Bride (7 page)

I wanted to get up, run out of the house, but I had no real clothes.
No shoes. Not even a coat. I would get ten feet in the snow and have
to return. That was an impossible scenario. Tears clogged my throat,
making it impossible to swallow the bite of stew. I sipped from my
glass and looked across the table at Ann, who sat there smiling as
she talked with Robert. She seemed happy with her life with her two
husbands; she didn't find the arrangement odd at all. Was I the odd
one here then?

Was this what a wife was supposed to do? Everyone seemed accustomed
to these different values, these Mohamiran ways they'd taken as
theirs. Everyone but me. Society dictated certain social mores and
life at Bridgewater contradicted them all. I didn't fit in here. I
didn't belong here.

I didn't belong anywhere. I was too old for my school, knowing now I
remained solely because my father paid generously. I'd recently
discovered he'd even paid extra to ensure I did not have any suitors,
knowing at some point he would need me to return to Simms. Finally,
he did and within the week of arriving I'd learned I didn't belong
there either.

I was truly lost with nowhere to run.

I blinked at the tears that formed in my eyes, tried to keep them
from spilling over. It was no use. They slipped down my cheeks, fell
onto the fabric of Mason's shirt I wore. Quietly, I placed my fork
down, looked down at the plate, although the food blurred.

"Sweetheart, what's the matter?" Brody asked. He leaned in
and whispered in my ear, his breath warm, his voice soft, concerned.

I shook my head, but the tears continued. Glancing up into his pale
eyes, I told Brody, "I...I can't do this. I don't belong here."

The table got quiet. Tears fell faster when I knew I'd drawn the
attention I didn't want. I pushed my chair back and stood. All of the
men around the table stood as well, but only Mason and Brody followed
me out of the room. Seeing the baby still asleep, this wasn't where I
could speak freely either.

I wiped my eyes with my fingers as I whispered, "Can we leave?
Please?"

Both men stood before me formidable and tall. So handsome, especially
when they looked at me with a mixture of male dominance and concern.
"Of course," Mason replied. They moved quickly. Brody
returned to the dining room, Mason to get on his coat. Moments later,
Brody came back and donned his own coat, taking it from the peg by
the door. Mason picked up the blanket and wrapped it around me. Brody
placed the blouse and skirt Ann gave me over his arm, which looked so
incongruous to his large, very male frame.

They worked quickly and efficiently as a team and in only a minute,
Mason had me in his arms and out the door. As the men's boots
crunched through the deep snow, I thought about what they'd said
about Robert, Andrew and Ann. Ann's needs came first. They took care
of her before anything else. They'd stopped in the middle of a
conversation to help ease the engorgement of her breasts. Nothing,
and no one else, mattered. It was a very appealing concept to me. No
one, ever, saw to my needs first. No one had ever cared for me. The
love I saw in the trio was heart warming and heart rending, for I
knew now what I'd been missing.

BRODY

Laurel had panicked. She'd been aroused, there was no question about
that but perhaps we pushed her too far, too fast. The Mohamiran
customs definitely required some adjustment of thought. Perhaps
something else was on her mind that had upset her. Until we stripped
her bare, physically and mentally, so we knew all of her, we could
not help her. Instead of putting her down in the doorway to remove
his coat and boots, Mason carried her directly up the stairs and into
his bedroom, placing her on the bed. Gently. Carefully.

I followed directly, both of us shrugging out of our outerwear to sit
on either side of her. We worked the blanket from around her to
reveal her luscious body, Mason's shirt riding high on her thighs.

She tugged at the material but we stilled her hands. Her green eyes
flared with a mixture of anger and trepidation.

"What has you so upset?" I asked, running my hand up and
down her silky thigh.

"I...I don't like to be seen like that," she murmured.
"I've never even shown my ankle in public before and it was too
much."

"We appreciate your honesty." Mason gave her a small smile.
"You enjoyed listening to Ann with her husbands. Your body never
lies."

Her cheeks turned pink at his words.

"Perhaps, but I don't like to share that...with others."
She pushed the bottom of the shirt between her legs and kept them
there. It was like a shield, protecting her virtue as best she could.
We'd already taken it—her virtue, not her virginity—so it was
just a show of modesty. We let her keep it. For now.

"You didn't like knowing the other men found you so beautiful?"

She turned her head away from me at my words.

"A woman's needs come first, sweetheart. We do not want you
upset, therefore we will ensure you are more modestly covered from
now on. Know this, we will not share you with the others. Ever,"
Mason vowed. He pried her fingers from her shirttails. "Your
body will be for us alone."

Starting at the bottom button, he worked the shirt open, revealing
first her pussy, then her navel, and then the swell of her full
breasts. When he parted the two sides, she sat there between us on
full display.

"So beautiful, sweetheart. Lay back," I murmured, gently
pushing on her shoulders so she fell back onto the bed. She was
skittish, fearful even. It was our fault she was this way, not
realizing her modesty was stronger than her arousal. Therefore, it
was our job to fix it. I slipped from the bed and knelt on the floor.
Grabbing her behind the knees, I tugged her toward the edge of the
bed. Lifting one leg, then the other, I placed them over my
shoulders.

Laurel came up on her elbow to look at me. Her green eyes were wide,
confused. "Brody, what are you doing?"

"Tasting you." I didn't say more, just parted her with my
fingers, lowered my head to her pussy and licked her there. Her folds
were slick and she bucked at the slightest touch of my tongue.
Working my way upward, I easily found her hard clit.

"Brody!" she cried when I flicked it. Again and again. Her
fingers went into my hair, tangled in it, pulled on it, pulled me
into her. Mason took hold of her right knee and placed it on his lap,
opening her even wider for me.

We'd agreed to keep her pussy empty, but it didn't stop me from
circling the very tip of one finger around the opening, teasing her.
The combination had her thrashing on the bed.

"Do you like having your pussy eaten? Do you like how Brody
makes you feel? Oh, yes, you like your nipples tugged, don't you?"
Mason had moved his hands so he plucked and worked her nipples, only
adding to the level of stimulation.

Her heel dug into my back as she screamed her release, so easily
brought to climax. Her pussy clenched down on the tip of my finger as
if it wanted to pull it in, desperately needing to be filled. Her
juices seeped onto my hand. She was so hot as I continued to lick, to
suck on her tender flesh until her muscles relaxed and she lay there
panting, trying to catch her breath.

I kissed her thigh as I sat back on my heels, taking a hold of her
ankles and placing her feet on the very edge of the bed. I glanced at
Mason and I nodded. He stood and went to the dresser, bringing back
the hand carved butt plug and jar of ointment. We switched places,
Mason moving between her spread thighs, getting a very direct view of
her needy pussy.

"See this, sweetheart?" I held up the thin plug for her to
see. Her eyes were foggy still, her skin flushed a pretty pink, a
hint of perspiration covered her breasts. "This is going to make
you feel so good."

A little frown formed in her brow. Dipping my fingers in the
ointment, I coated the end of the plug. "Rhys makes these.
Besides being an exceptional carpenter, he's very adept at making
dildos and plugs. He's a master at the lathe." Her frown grew.
"It's not just for spindles."

I passed the plug to Mason.

"This one is very small, very thin, but it has two round areas.
See that?" Mason held it up for her before placing the round tip
at her back entrance.

She wasn't confused any longer. "Mason!"

"We can't fill your pussy, we promised you that. Your arse,
however, is going to be breached and this will help to stretch you."

Laurel shook her head in disagreement. "Why would you want to do
that?" She winced when Mason pushed the plug against her ring of
muscle.

"Because arse play feels good and when a cock fills you there,
you're going to love it."

Her eyes widened as she considered my words.

"Relax, sweetheart. Look at me. That's it. Take a deep breath,
now exhale. Good girl."

"Just like that, Laurel," Mason added as the top slipped
in. The plug was long and thin, narrower even than my smallest
finger. The end had a round tip so it flared slightly, then had a
second round section about two inches down the length. We'd asked
Rhys to create a plug that was more of a toy than something we'd
leave inside her, just an introduction into arse play. "You took
it so well." Mason ran a finger around the plug, touching the
slightly stretched ring and letting the nerves there awaken.

Laurel's eyes widened in surprise.

"See?" I asked her. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

She didn't answer, only started to breathe hard once again when Mason
started moving the plug in and out, letting the round part at the tip
bump her in one direction, the secondary round section nudging in the
other. He continued to slowly work her arse as I lowered my head and
kissed her. I couldn't resist. She was so sweet, so innocent; I could
feel every intake of breath, every soft moan at every step of her
awakening. Her tongue met mine, tentatively, then carnally as her
mind let go and her body took over. I cupped a breast in the palm of
my hand and brushed my thumb over the distended tip at the same time
as Mason's own thumb circling Laurel's clit.

She shuddered once and cried out against my mouth, her body arching
and her breast filling my palm. Her orgasm went on and on and I
lifted my head to watch her. So beautiful, so perfect. Mason's hands
slowed, then stilled on her body. I couldn't wait any longer. My cock
was angry and pressing painfully against my pants. Coming up onto my
knees, I undid the buckle of my belt, opened the placket of my pants
and my cock bobbed out.

"Up on your hands and knees, sweetheart." My voice was
rough and dark. Mason helped her roll over and pulled her hips back.
The plug was still deep within her and I could see a short length of
it sticking out from her arse. I shifted so the head of my cock just
brushed her lips. "Open up for me."

Laurel's eyes, so green and a tad blurry from her pleasure, focused
on my cock.

"Open your mouth," I repeated. "Lick the head."

"Why? Why are you doing this?" she asked. There was no heat
to her words, just confusion as to how we could work her body in such
a way.

"To make you feel good," I told her. "Don't we make
you feel good? Do you want to come again?"

She nodded, the tip of her nose bumping my cock and I hissed out a
breath. "You'll come from being played with and fucked in so
many different ways. Not just our fingers on you. You'll come with
something in your arse. You'll come with something in your mouth.
Ultimately, you'll come with something in your pussy. Just trust us
to always give you your pleasure. Good girl. Suck my cock and Mason
will make you come again."

He carefully fucked her with the plug once again and she groaned,
Mason's free hand slipping through her folds. "She's so wet."

Laurel groaned. I groaned, gripped the base of my cock in my hand.
"Suck me off, sweetheart."

"I...I don't know how."

"Just put me in your mouth and lick me like a candy sucker.
Trust me, you can't do it wrong." Just the idea of those
luscious lips around me had me ready to come.

Tentatively, she took me into her mouth, the hot, wet cavern so
amazing I felt my balls draw up. It wasn't going to take much for me
to finish. Just seeing her like this, full breasts swaying beneath
her, hips wide and perfect for holding onto when fucking, the flare
of her full arse, the plug sticking from it. Everything about her
made me hot. Made me hard. Made me just...about...come.

She took me to the back of her throat and she cried out in surprise
at how I filled her. I groaned from just the vibration. I put my hand
on the back of her head to guide her, to stroke over her silky hair
so she knew I was pleased just as Mason fucked her arse with the
narrow plug. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth as she licked the
underside of my dick. That was it. "I'm going to come, Laurel.
Swallow it all."

I pumped my hips forward as my cock swelled even more, filling her
mouth as pulse after pulse of my seed filled her mouth. She made a
soft sound of surprise and I watched her throat work as she swallowed
it. Mason must have touched her clit because Laurel came, her mouth
opening around my cock as she cried out her release. I pulled from
her lips and let her savor the amazing feeling that was washing over
her.

Laurel dropped to her forearms, her head resting on the quilt. It was
the perfect pose of submission and Mason growled deep in his throat.
He was worked open the placket of his pants and pulled his cock free.
We traded spots and I took over the enjoyment of playing with
Laurel's arse. Mason had had all the fun so far, but then I'd come.

"Up, sweetheart. It's Mason's turn to feel your sweet mouth."
Mason helped her up and fed her his cock. She was a fast learner and
knew what to expect. Two orgasms in quick succession also made her
quite pliant and eager to please.