Their Reckless Bride (Bridgewater Ménage Series Book 11)

by Vanessa Vale

  Once again, he set me on my feet and his hands began to roam. Not just his hands, Hank’s too. My dress was unbuttoned with haste—a few even flying off because of our untamed eagerness—and off my shoulders, down my arms and in a puddle at my feet all the while Hank’s mouth was on mine.

  Their hands continued to roam, to caress, for I was naked except my stockings and boots. I was the one to break the kiss when both men’s hands were on my pussy. I was wet for them and they slid easily over me. I gasped, for it felt so good. Heat spread through me, like mercury slipping beneath my skin.

  Both men sank a finger inside me, filled me at the same time. It was so tight, they stretched me wide.

  I gasped, clung to Charlie.

  “So fucking tight,” Hank murmured as he kissed along my shoulder. “Don’t worry, we won’t take you here at the same time. Charlie will fuck your pussy while I fuck your ass.” His slick finger slid to my back entrance, to the place where Charlie had licked. The fingertip circled, then pressed in until I had both men inside me.

  I cried out, for it felt so good, yet odd. Both holes were stretched and while it burned, it reminded me that they were claiming me, that I belonged to them. I wanted it all, to know what it was like, to be completely taken, completely claimed. I didn’t want them to hold back, to keep themselves in check.

  “More,” I panted.

  Charlie leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucked hard and I felt it in my pussy.

  I tangled my fingers in his silky hair, held him in place. I felt him smile against my breast.

  “Smothered by your glorious tit. The perfect way to go,” he said, looking up at me.

  Playful and handsome.

  “More,” I breathed. “I haven’t seen either of you yet. I want you bare.”

  Hank’s finger slipped from me and I heard the rustle of clothing.

  “If you let go of my hair, I’ll oblige,” Charlie said.

  Releasing him, he stood and worked off his jacket.

  My pussy felt empty and was achy and needy for them. I was so slick I was wet along my inner thighs. I felt silly standing in my boots and stockings, I sat on the edge of the bed, removed them, all the while watching Hank and Charlie. The room was sparsely furnished, a big bed for Charlie’s large size, a dresser with a mirror above it, a chair in the corner. Two windows, open to the warm day, faced out of the front of the house. The sun streamed in.

  The more they bared, the more I wanted them. They were so different, in temperament and in body. Charlie was bare chested, with a line of red hair that started at his navel and traveled down to the base of his cock. And what a cock! Long and thick, it was a ruddy pink color with a broad head. He stood proudly with muscled legs that made his cock jut out. He gripped the base in his large hand, stroked up the length, circled the tip with his thumb.

  Hank moved to stand beside him. Just a touch shorter, his shoulders were broad, a narrow waist that tapered into a muscular belly. He, too, was well endowed. His size was comparable to Charlie’s and my inner walls clenched, wondering how either of them would fit.

  Their fingers had been snug, but those cocks…

  Hank grinned. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, your pussy was made for us.”

  I nodded and licked my lips. They both groaned.

  “You see us. You can touch us, too,” Charlie added.

  I stood, walked over to them, set one hand on each of their chests. They remained still as I touched them, roved over them. Felt the heat of their skin, the play of their muscles, the quickness of their breathing. Charlie continued to stroke himself as Hank’s cock bobbed toward me.

  Curious, I touched Hank’s cock and he hissed out a breath, his hips rocking forward.

  “What about me, love?” Charlie asked, dropping his hand away. I gripped him, too. “Fuck,” he hissed, and his eyes fell closed.

  “Show me what you like,” I said, looking up at them. Their eyes were dark, their jaws tense. Every line in their bodies was taut.

  Charlie’s hand settled on top of mine in a firm grip and his gaze was fierce. “This will be over too soon if you keep at it.”

  I frowned, not sure what they meant.

  “You’re eager, sweetheart. You want our cocks?” Hank asked.

  I nodded, licked my lips.

  That action had Hank grabbing me about the waist and tossing me on the bed. When I landed, he crawled over me, the hard prod of his cock on my inner thigh.

  Leaning down, he kissed me. Sweetly, yet thoroughly. When he lifted his head, I was panting. “Let’s get you ready.”

  I writhed beneath him. “I’m ready.”

  He shook his head, kissed me again, then along my jaw. He worked his way down my neck and to my breasts, kissing them, licking the hard tips, even nibbling the curve of soft flesh. He moved lower and lower still and I parted my thighs so he could settle between, just as Charlie had done by the creek the day before.

  I came up on my elbows and looked down at him. “Charlie had a taste. My turn.”

  His mouth on me was different than Charlie’s. He was gentle at first, barely touching me with the tip of his tongue, then he licked me in one flat pass of his tongue.

  I dropped back onto the bed, stared up at the ceiling. “Fuck,” I breathed.

  “Soon, love,” Charlie said, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands going to my breasts. It was as if he couldn’t not touch them.

  Between Hank licking every inch of my pussy, flicking my clit, and Charlie playing with my breasts, I came. It was fast, quick, hard and had me panting, my skin slick with sweat.

  “More,” I said, making it my mantra today. I wanted everything. No holding back, no waiting. I didn’t have time to tease or for them to play, so I rolled my hips. When Hank lifted his head, his mouth slick and shiny from my wetness, I said, “Fuck me.”

  He came up over me again, kissed me. I tasted myself. “See? Such a sweet pussy. Ready for it to be mine?”

  I nodded, ran my fingertips over his jaw, felt the rasp of his whiskers.

  Using his knee, he nudged my thigh wider and settled in. His cock slipped over my folds and the head caught at my entrance. “You’re mine, Grace.” He slid in, not stopping, not giving me time to adjust to the thick feel of him, until he was embedded all the way.

  I shifted my hips, gripped his upper arms and breathed. He was so big and I’d never felt so full. So snug. I gasped at the intrusion. It wasn’t painful, but it was… uncomfortable.

  “Look at me,” he said and I realized I’d closed my eyes.

  His dark gaze met mine as he held himself still, his body supported on his hands. “You’re perfect, sweetheart. So hot. So tight. So wet. You’re everything we want.”

  He pulled back then and I gasped, eyes flaring wide. That hadn’t hurt. That felt good.

  “Again,” I whispered.

  He pushed in and I cried out.

  “Like having your pussy broken in?” Charlie asked. “Fuck, seeing you get taken for the first time is too much.”

  I turned my head, looked to Charlie. He was watching us as his hand worked his cock quickly, the grip snug, looking where Hank’s body joined with mine.

  Hank pulled back so he was almost completely out of me, then plunged deep. Again, then again. The sound of wet fucking and ragged breathing filled the room.

  The feel of it, the way his cock slid over secret, carnal places inside me made me hotter and hotter. Every time he bottomed out in me he rubbed against my clit.

  “I’m going to come,” I said, digging my nails into the curve of his ass, feeling the muscles go taut as he pumped.

  “Come, sweetheart. Come all over my cock.”

  He didn’t slow down, just took me hard. Fast. This wasn’t a gentle coupling, an easy transition into marital relations. No, this was pure need. Pure fucking. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  When the pleasure was too great, too much for me to handle, I let go. I screamed and clawed, writhed and begged. Gasped and wrap
ped my legs about Hank’s waist.

  He took me still, his motions losing their smooth cadence until he stayed deep. Groaned. I felt the heat of his cum fill me, knew that I’d made him lose control, that it was my body he’d found his pleasure within.

  I smiled, lost in bliss.

  When he caught his breath, he pulled out, a thick gush of cum slipping from me. I was too sated to move, but a gentle slap to my pussy had me gasping, my eyes flying open.

  “My turn, love. Look at you, all sweaty and happy. Well-fucked. I love seeing your pussy all swollen and pink, cum slipping from it.”

  Charlie was the one who liked filthy talk. So did I. A hand hooked about my hip and he pulled me over onto my stomach, then tugged me up onto my knees.

  I looked over my shoulder at him. His gaze was on my ass, on my pussy I knew was on full display. He didn’t say anything more for it seemed just looking at me had pushed him to the edge.

  He moved behind me, gripped my hips and filled me.

  “Grace. Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered.

  I tossed my head back as he took me, this position so different and he was able to go so deep. My inner walls rippled around him greedily.

  His palm struck my ass and I gasped, the sting of it turning to even more heat. “You ready, love? Time for me to take you for a ride.”

  “Yes,” I said, then nothing more as he fucked me hard. Deep, jolting me forward. He pulled me up so I sat atop his thighs, his hands cupping my breasts. I could do nothing but take him, let him use me for both our pleasures.

  Hank flopped down on the bed, his head on the pillows, one arm up and behind his head as he watched. His cock, while just spending deep inside me, was still hard.

  His cum eased Charlie’s way, made him slide in and out so easily, even as my body adjusted to two cocks in a row.

  His hand found my clit, flicked and played with it, coated it with the cum that had slipped from me.

  I was so sensitive, so primed, I came again. Then again.

  Charlie pushed me back down so my ass was up, my cheek on the soft blanket as he used me for his own release, finally filling me with a harsh growl and firm grip of his hands.

  As he fell onto the bed on the other side of me, sandwiching me between him and Hank, we were all worn out. I fell asleep to their hands on me, the heat of their bodies pressed into mine.

  They woke me while the sun was setting to fuck me again. Then again once night had set in. It was as the sun was rising that I rode Charlie’s cock, straddling him like he was a wild mustang and there was no way to tame him, just to ride him until we both came. Hank slid a hand down my back, slipped his thumb into my ass and I rode both of them.

  “Soon, sweetheart, we’ll fuck you together,” he murmured, but I was screaming my release.

  Instead of slipping into sleep once again, I lay awake listening to Hank and Charlie breathe, to feel their hands resting on me, watching the sun creep across the ceiling as my husbands slept on either side of me. I was sore, my body well used. I had their cum all over me, my skin damp with sweat. I’d found the pleasure that was had in a loving marriage. I had the devotion and attention of two men.

  But it would all end, for I had to meet Barton Finch. I had to keep everyone at Bridgewater safe. I’d had the night I always wanted, had the men I’d never imagined. I was married.

  It was time to walk away. Time to keep those I loved safe. I’d had it all… if only I could discover a way to keep it.

  11

  HANK

  “WHERE IS SHE?” I asked, wiping my eyes and realizing I was in bed with Charlie. Only Charlie. And we were naked. I didn’t give a shit if he saw my balls, or if he watched while I pleasured our woman, but that was as far as it went. If we were going to sleep without Grace, I had my own bedroom.

  I climbed from the bed, grabbed my pants from the floor. I didn’t bother with a shirt, only fastened one button so they’d stay on my hips. The sun was up, but by the angle, it was still early.

  Hank rolled over. “Fuck, maybe she’s making breakfast.”

  “We don’t even know if she cooks,” I countered. “I don’t smell coffee, or bacon.”

  My stomach rumbled at the idea. We’d all worked up an appetite all night, taking her again and again. And the thought of what we’d done with her made my cock hard.

  “Maybe she’s at the creek washing up. From what she said yesterday, it didn’t sound like she’d ever used a tub before. And, we got her pretty fucking dirty.”

  I grinned, shifted my cock in my pants. “How many times did we come in her?”

  He sat up, then reached down and grabbed his pants. “Lost track.”

  His red hair was tousled from sleep and I could see scratches on his back from Grace’s nails. Our wife was a wildcat.

  I went downstairs, found the kitchen empty. The stove was cold. Looking out the back window, I didn’t see her down by the creek.

  I found the hastily scrawled note on the table as Charlie came into the room. I stared at it. Read it again. And again, trying to understand what I was seeing.

  My smile slipped. My heart pounded. My happiness… gone. My cock stand… gone.

  CARVER CITY BANK IS NEXT. Noon today.

  I’m sorry.

  “FUCK!” I shouted.

  “What?” Charlie asked. I stuck my arm out and he grabbed the note from me. Read it. “I… I don’t understand.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “She’s one of them.” My voice was as flat as the pancakes I’d hoped to have for breakfast.

  “One of them?” He looked from the note to me. “You mean one of the Grove gang? No one ever mentioned a woman being among them.”

  I shrugged, paced the room. “She didn’t dress like a woman until last night.”

  His eyes flared wide, then narrowed when he finally understood. Had Grace always been part of the gang who’d robbed and murdered, taken for a man?

  “She shot two of her cohorts to get the money for herself. Maybe?” He ran a hand through his hair as he considered. “Fuck, she clearly had issues with men. She snarled and hissed like a feral cat until we petted that pussy.”

  “No one had been there before us,” I stated, remembering how she’d responded the very first time by the creek.

  “So she, what? Hates the Grove men enough to shoot them?”

  “She didn’t kill them, just left them for us,” I reminded. “She didn’t think we’d follow her, instead assumed we’d drag their sorry asses to jail.”

  “We definitely surprised her at that shanty. But we offered her the perfect scenario.” His gaze met mine. Stated the plain truth. “Married to a fucking sheriff.”

  She was legally married to Charlie, but in Bridgewater, there was no difference. She was my wife, too, and I’d proved that to her all last night.

  “An outlaw who marries a lawman.” I shook my head, still stunned, still fucking pissed. I felt used. Cheated. Robbed, and not of money. Worse. “I said the vows, I fucked her. I took her virginity, felt that barrier break for my cock. My cum’s still inside her, wherever the hell she is.”

  “Carver City, obviously,” he snapped, waving the note in the air. “She’s going to rob the bank.”

  “Why tell us then?” I wondered.

  He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter if she gets caught or not. You’re her husband. It’s not like you’re going to let her hang.”

  I wanted justice. I’d lived for nothing but since my father had been killed. She was one of them, one of the gang who shot him. Had she been the one to pull the trigger? She should hang. Fuck! I couldn’t do it. There was no way I could see that happen.

  I stormed outside, let the door slam against the house, set my hands on my hips. I took in the open prairie, the peace, completely at odds to how I felt inside.

  “She not only stole from the bank, she stole my fucking dream,” he said from behind me. “I wanted a wife, a family and she took that from me. Used it. Hell, she could be pregnant right now an
d what’s going to happen? She’ll hang along with Marcus and Travis Grove.”

  I never thought about a baby. After the night before, it was a strong possibility. Fuck. I turned to him. “I won’t let that happen.”

  “What, keep her alive long enough to learn if she’s with child? And if not, hang her?”

  I dropped my head, stared at my bare feet. “I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t know. The only thing we do know about Grace right now is that she wants us to stop the bank robbery in Carver City. That’s what we’ll do.”

  And everything else, what we shared last night, how she responded, how she’d begged for more of our cocks… it was all a lie. Except her virginity. She hadn’t faked that. Perhaps she’d saved that for just the right man. A man with a badge who could save her neck and a big cock to make her scream.

  GRACE

  SNEAKING out and leaving Charlie and Hank was the hardest thing I’d ever done. Last night had been perfect. Wild and untamed, gentle and cherishing. I’d felt special, the center of their world. Their everything. I’d given them everything in return.

  And I would give even more to see them safe. They’d hate me. By now, they’d have found the note I’d left, know who I really was. Perhaps not my name, but that I was all wrong for them. That I was irredeemable.

  I could live with that. It would hurt. It felt as if someone had shot me in the chest and I was able to survive even while slowly bleeding. But they would be safe. Whole. I wouldn’t see them or any of my new friends at Bridgewater harmed.

  Barton Finch wanted me to help him rob a bank. I’d do that. That didn’t mean I’d help him get away. I wanted him behind bars like Father and Travis. I wanted him to face the judge for his crimes. I wanted him to hang for them. I’d see to it, even if it meant my demise as well. It was the only way I’d ensure those at Bridgewater would remain safe, that no other innocent people in the Territory would be robbed or terrorized or hurt. Or live and mourn after the death of an innocent loved one like Hank.

  Barton Finch might rob a bank, but he was going to fucking jail.