Their Reckless Bride (Bridgewater Ménage Series Book 11)

by Vanessa Vale

  I was the one caught by surprise for I hadn’t been able to hear their footsteps over the sound of moving water. It didn’t appear they had any intention of shooting me. They weren’t even wearing their gun belts. From the heated gleam in their stares, their thoughts were far from that.

  “And I’m starting to think you’ve got a thing for surprising me,” I snapped. I hated being surprised. Startled. Father and Travis liked to scare me just to see me jump. It amused them to no end.

  Hank and Charlie grinned, which made me want to snarl at them all the more. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, although they hadn’t snuck up on me intentionally. I didn’t know them long, but I knew they weren’t sneaky. They weren’t mean.

  I was angry less at them and more at my response to them. They weren’t even trying to be… appealing, and I was drawn to them. Just standing there all big and brawny. Then, of course, I thought of what they had done to me standing on the creek bank behind the shanty.

  I didn’t have an obsession with creeks, but I did seem to be starting one for these two men, and what their hands could do. I’d thought the water would cool me off, but looking at them now… nope.

  “There’s a copper tub inside,” Hank thumbed over his shoulder toward the house.

  A copper tub. Inside.

  “There is?” I asked. “I… I didn’t see it.”

  “It’s behind the stove in the kitchen. Where they’re usually kept.”

  Were they? We hadn’t had a tub and if we had, I couldn’t imagine stripping bare and washing myself in one. I would have felt horribly vulnerable and I didn’t like that, not where my family was concerned.

  I’d used a simple basin of warm water I’d heated on the stove and a cloth, washing hastily in my own room. I would wash my hair when there was extra hot water and when Father and Travis were not about. In the summer, I would sneak off to the shanty and bathe in the creek.

  That, and this little spot on their property was a treat.

  But a copper tub?

  “Oh, well, I’m… not accustomed to such an extravagance.”

  “And we are not accustomed to the extravagance of you,” Charlie commented. His eyes didn’t meet mine, but were focused lower. “Naked.”

  “Are you done, sweetheart?” Hank asked, his voice lacking the sharp edge I was used to.

  I nodded, but didn’t move.

  “Come on out then.”

  “Not with you two standing there.”

  “Especially since we are standing here,” Charlie countered. “We’ll finish what we started earlier.”

  Hank nodded. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Charlie’s fingers back on your pussy?”

  “My mouth this time,” Hank corrected.

  His… mouth? There? Why?

  “I only got a little taste of her earlier. Her flavor’s been on my tongue since and I want more. Come on, love. Give me more of that sweet pussy.”

  I wasn’t sure if I should be appalled or eager. It had been hours… hours, since I’d met them and yet here I was contemplating letting them not only see me naked, but having Charlie put his mouth between my thighs, too. It wouldn’t be like Barton Finch, they’d proved that earlier. They wanted to give me pleasure, not take.

  Still… I had to say, “This isn’t payment for staying here with you.”

  Charlie’s eyes widened and Hank’s narrowed, his jaw clenching. Both took deep breaths and didn’t respond right away.

  “I’m not sure if I should spank your ass again for thinking so poorly of us, or pull you into my arms for a hug knowing someone did something to you to make you say that.” Hank ran a hand through his hair, made the strands stick up every which way as if he’d just rolled out of bed. “Fuck, tell me who hurt you and we’ll go make it right.”

  He’d… he’d go after Barton Finch for me?

  “I’m going to eat that pussy because I want it. I want you.” Charlie cupped his cock. “See this? It’s for you. I want you.”

  “Why me? I told you, I’m not a lady.” Maybe he just wanted a hole to wet his dick, just like Travis used to say. If that were the case, they’d have taken me back at the shanty. They didn’t need to bring me to their home for that.

  “From where we’re standing, it’s pretty clear you are,” Hank said, making me tighten my arm over my breasts. He took the bath sheet I hadn’t noticed he’d been holding and opened it wide, held it out for me to step into. “Climb out, sweetheart. We won’t hurt you. We’d never hurt you.”

  I studied them again, patiently waiting. “If I didn’t want to, would you make me?”

  Hank’s eyes narrowed even further and if he clenched his jaw even tighter, surely his back teeth would crack. He dropped the towel and turned on his heel to face the house. Charlie winked at me, then did the same.

  Slowly, I stood, then got out of the water, grabbing the large cloth and wrapping it around myself. I had no idea if they would turn around and I wanted to be covered as quickly as possible. It was large, but certainly didn’t offer much in the way of modesty, especially once it absorbed the water and clung to my skin.

  “Decent?” Hank asked.

  “Well, I, yes, but—”

  They turned.

  “—my clean clothes are in my saddle bag.”

  They stared. I tried to shift and move the bath towel to cover me better, but it was of no use.

  6

  C HARLIE

  BLOODY FUCKING HELL, she was going to kill me before the day was out. Who the fuck was this woman? Why had she been on that bluff? Why had she shot the Grove men? Why did she wear men’s clothing when that gorgeous body would be so beautiful in fancy dresses?

  “For every answer, doll, you get a reward,” I said.

  “Answer?” The white cloth covered her body from the top swells of her breasts to mid-thigh. The material was transparent and didn’t hide anything much. Her hand held the two sides together in a white-knuckled grip, but it did little to hide the color of her nipples through the material, the curve of her hip, her long legs. Her hair was dripping down over her shoulder.

  “To our questions.”

  I was impressed Hank hadn’t pried before now. It was obvious she was hiding things, and not just her lush body. Did they matter? No. I wanted her no matter her story. The way she acted around men, she hadn’t been with one before. She wasn’t married. In fact, she behaved as if she didn’t like men, that perhaps one had gone too far with her. The way she responded to my finger fuck earlier, it hadn’t been rape. Thank fuck. If someone had hurt her, we’d take care of it. Of him. No one would harm her again.

  I dropped to my knees before her. Startled, she took a step back, but I hooked my hand behind her thigh. Her skin was chilly and damp, but so soft. Smooth but when I gripped it, I felt her firm muscles.

  “Stop that,” she said, fighting me at first, but realizing she wasn’t going to win, placed her free hand at the bottom edge of the bath towel to ensure it stayed down. I’d get it off of her soon enough.

  Of course, she didn’t know that stripping her bare was to her own benefit. We intended to give her the pleasure we’d denied her earlier. It was apt we were on the bank of a creek again. A bed would have been nice, but I’d make her come outside just as easily. And I wasn’t wasting another second carrying her back to the house.

  “Answers, doll. Or Hank may throw you in the water again,” I warned, even though I had no intention of her getting out of my hold now.

  “He’s the one who got me wet in the first place,” she grumbled, giving Hank a dark look.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I couldn’t miss the grin that spread across his face at her words. “Sweetheart,” he began. “I hope so, but are you still wet after all this time? I’ll find out soon enough.”

  Clearly, from the frown on her face, she didn’t understand the secondary, and more carnal, meaning of those words.

  “Why were you up on that bluff earlier?”

  She stiffened at the question, pur
sed her lips. “I was riding by and saw the men pointing their guns at you. It’s hard to miss the star on your chest.” She tilted her head toward the badge on Hank’s shirt. “They needed to be stopped.”

  “And you decided to do that. You have pretty good aim.”

  “I don’t miss.”

  She’d answered, so it was time for a reward. Leaning forward, I put my mouth on a nipple and sucked, even through the damp fabric.

  Gasping, she tugged at my hair. I wasn’t sure if the slight pain was to pull me away or to hold me in place. “What are you, oh god.”

  I grinned, then gave the berry tip a little tug before I sat back on my heels again.

  She stared at me wide-eyed and a little confused.

  “No one’s touched you before, have they?” Hank asked.

  That wasn’t my next question, but I did want the answer.

  She shook her head. “No.” The one word came out on a whisper. “Why… why are you doing this?”

  “This is us giving thanks,” I said, probably only adding to her growing confusion as I reached up and tugged the wet bathing towel from her fingers. It lowered to her waist, caught there on her damp skin. She was bare to the waist and lovely. Fuck, stunning.

  “By seeing me naked?” she screeched, her arm going across her chest once again to cover herself. Slowly, I reached up and lowered it, then held both her hands out at her sides so we could look at her.

  She was skittish, nervous even, but she wasn’t fighting like a woman who didn’t want it. She might argue with us, but she wasn’t fearful or screaming no. There was no panic, only the last vestige of her bravado. She wanted it, but didn’t know exactly what it was.

  “By making you come,” I clarified.

  “Come?” she questioned.

  Oh fuck. I looked up at her, the way a little V formed in her brow, the way her full lips pursed. A pretty pink flushed her cheeks and I wiped away a drop of water from her cheek. She had no idea to what I spoke, which meant she was a virgin in all ways. As if she’d been tucked away in a French convent instead of gallivanting across the Wild West.

  She might have made a practice of bathing in a creek, but had done so alone. No longer. We’d see every inch of her. Touch her. Kiss her, lick her. Taste her. And soon enough, fuck the prickliness right out of her.

  I wanted to ask her more questions, but they could wait. I had a naked, virginal woman standing before us. It was time to discover what she liked, what made her hot. What made her scream our names.

  I looked at her, saw her staring back at me through her dark lashes. Waiting. Barely breathing. With my hands on her hips, I pushed the sodden bath sheet down until it fell to the ground at her feet.

  I couldn’t help but groan when her pussy was revealed. While she had a dark thatch of hair on her mound, it couldn’t hide her plump pussy, the hint of her inner lips peeking out or the hard, pink pearl that was swollen and eager for us. Droplets of water slid down her inner thighs, but I knew she’d be slick with arousal, too.

  “Charlie!” she cried, glancing from me to Hank and back. I liked my name from her lips, but I longed to hear it in a different tone, when she was breathless and screaming it in her pleasure.

  Hank stepped up behind her, banded an arm about her waist, held her firmly against his chest, one hand cupping a plump breast. She began to resist then, for he’d been the one earlier to spank her sweet ass and toss her in the creek.

  “Shh, let him look,” he murmured in her ear, then kissed the delicate swirl.

  “But—” she began.

  “We won’t hurt you, love,” I said, my hands sliding up and down her thighs in a reassuring gesture. Her damp skin was silky smooth, and I felt the firm tone of her muscles tense and quiver. “You’re safe with us. Your body knows it even if your mind is resisting.”

  “I’ve never—”

  “We know,” Hank said, his nose nuzzling down the line of her neck. She probably didn’t even realize when she tipped her head to give him better access. He brushed her wet hair to the side and over one shoulder. I watched as beads of water dripped from the ends and slid down her breast.

  Goose bumps broke out over her damp skin and she shivered. She couldn’t be cold, not with both of us touching her, the heat of the sun quickly drying her. With my palms still on her thighs, my thumbs settled at her center, stroking over her pussy. She gasped, jerked in Hank’s hold. As I touched, then parted her so I could see her very center, Hank whispered words of encouragement, told her specifically—and plainly—what I was doing, all the while licking and nipping at her ear.

  A whimper escaped her lips.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I said honestly.

  She was pink. So pretty with the slick folds, her clit all but begging me to touch it. And then there was her little virgin opening, never before seen by a man, let alone fucked. Though I’d pushed my fingertip into her earlier at the other creek, given her a few little strokes, it was nothing like what I had planned. This time it wouldn’t be just one finger and though mine would be the first, Hank’s would be the last.

  With the tip of one of mine, I circled that untried entrance. So hot and wet, slippery with her body’s eagerness for us.

  “Oh, dear lord.” She bucked, then gasped. Her inner walls kissed the top of my digit, as if trying to pull it in. I obliged, the tight, hot feel of her surrounding up to my first knuckle.

  Hank kneaded her breast, played and tugged at the hardened tip with his fingers. She began to writhe and shift her hips, uninhibited. Wild. Fucking perfect.

  She looked down at me with those dark eyes, this time there was no flare of anger, only heat. Confusion. Need. “Please,” she whispered.

  I worked my finger into her a little more, her juices easing my way, although she was so fucking tight. We’d have to take her time preparing her for our cocks so we didn’t hurt her.

  “Please, what?” I asked. “Please more of my finger in your pussy, or please play with my breasts?”

  Fuck, they were a vision, so pale that I could see the thin blue veins beneath the surface, with pert, large nipples. The tips were hard and pointed toward me, but the outer area had little bumps I wanted to feel against my tongue.

  Why she kept them so tightly covered so they were hidden completely, I didn’t understand. Whatever she wore, she would never don it again. Hank and I would have to debate if she would even wear a corset. She was too lovely to be confined.

  “Both,” she begged and I grinned. I found her clit, making her hips roll in the most carnal of ways from that light caress. Oh, she was a responsive thing.

  Our Grace.

  Her body was well muscled, with long, lean legs, full hips, a narrow waist that tucked in without any need for a corset. And her breasts… I could stare at them all day. I could watch as she responded to the way my friend touched her. She wasn’t petite, only a few inches shorter than Hank, even barefooted. She wouldn’t break if we took her roughly. She’d proven her spirit was strong, and I doubted she needed kid gloves. No, she needed two strong men to handle her.

  “Grace.” Hank murmured her name as he reached about and cupped both of her breasts again, testing their weight, kneading them. The tight nipples, which poked out between his thumbs and forefingers, thrust toward me and my mouth watered to lean forward and lick one, then the other. Suck on them until I felt her pussy juices dripping down my palm.

  I pulled my hands away from her, then stood. We could make her come quickly, just a few more brushes of my finger over her clit and she’d go off like TNT in a silver mine. We wanted her hot, needy and all but begging for the pleasure she didn’t even understand. To be at our mercy, to crave us and what we could give her. Only then would she come.

  I had had to kiss her. Feel her against me. Tugging her in close, Hank let go and I set my mouth upon hers. She gasped and I used that opportunity for my tongue to find hers, to explore and learn.

  She moaned against my lips and went up on her toes, two signs that Han
k had moved his hand to play with her pussy from behind.

  I settled my hands between us, cupped and played with her breasts. It didn’t take long for her to moan and writhe from our attention. She pulled her mouth from mine, rested her head back on Hank’s shoulder and her eyes fell closed. I watched her face as we pushed her into her first climax, my fingers tugging on her nipples and Hank working her pussy and clit in just the right way.

  He held her up when she came on a scream, her mouth open, her skin flushing from her cheeks, down her neck and over her breasts. She was so beautiful, so passionate.

  When her legs gave out, Hank scooped her up and laid her out on her back in the soft grass. I didn’t wait for her to recover, only dropped to the ground between her thighs and put my mouth on her.

  Her flavor burst on my tongue and I lapped up all her juices. She was dripping, her arousal glistening on her thighs, pussy and even the tight swirl of her little asshole.

  I couldn’t help but grin as I flicked that taboo spot again with my tongue. Oh, we’d have more than my tongue there. Soon, she’d have our fingers and even our big cocks deep in that back hole.

  It was that flick, over the crinkled opening that had her eyes popping open. She came up on her elbows and looked down her naked body at me, her knees splayed wide.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice rough and breathy.

  She was fine sprawled naked beneath the bright sunshine, a man between her parted thighs, but had issue with me licking her there.

  “Making you come again.”

  “With your mouth?” she asked, stunned.

  I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Super slick. “Lay back, doll, and I’ll give it to you.”

  “But… there?”

  My hands cupped her taut ass and so it was easy to press a thumb against her slick back entrance. “Here?”

  “Yes, there. That’s not… you shouldn’t—”

  “I should. Trust me. You’re going to love it.”

  Lowering my head, I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue as I kept my gaze on hers. I did it again and her eyes fell closed. Once more and she dropped back onto the grass, giving up.