Their Wanted Bride (Bridgewater Brides)
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Imagine that. I’d have been happy with a husband I didn’t actively hate. Instead, I had two magnificent men I was proud to call mine. And tonight, I’d be theirs, body and soul. I couldn’t wait.
Our guests drifted away, wives safely in the arms of their husbands as they left. I let out a happy sigh as the last of them made their way home. Although I was thrilled at the welcome I’d received, I looked forward to being alone with my husbands.
I waved the last of our visitors away, then went inside. Justin stood at the kitchen sink, washing his bare torso. Muscles flexed in his back under smooth ebony skin, begging for my touch.
My core dampened and my limbs went boneless with surging desire as I walked to him, loosening the buttons on my bodice. “Let me,” I murmured, taking the cloth from him.
Caleb joined us, bare but for a towel draped across his broad shoulders. Sprawling lazily in a kitchen chair, he fisted his thick cock, rubbing his thumb over the swollen crown as he watched me bathe Justin. My breath hitched in my throat and I nearly dropped the cloth.
“I wish I hadn’t been in such a hurry to wash,” he murmured, his voice a low baritone that made my insides twitch in response.
His skin glistening with moisture, Justin took the cloth from me. “We should show her the surprise.”
“What surprise?”
“Why, I think you’re right,” Caleb replied, ignoring my question. Grinning a Lucifer smile, he tugged my dress away, baring me to my husbands’ avid perusal. Without giving me a chance to protest, they bundled me in a blanket. The next thing I knew, I was astride Prince, Justin behind me. His cock was so hot against my bottom, and between the movement of my horse between my legs and his presence behind me, I couldn’t say a word in my defense.
Caleb vaulted to his mare’s back and led the way across the darkened pastures to a hidden recess under the escarpment I hadn’t had time to explore.
Steam rose from a small pool, smelling faintly of minerals and sulphur. I gasped in pleasure as Justin helped me down, then let the blanket fall away and dipped my toe into the hot water.
“You never told me of this,” I murmured. I couldn’t decide whether to castigate them for not showing me this magical place, or kiss them soundly for the surprise. I supposed it was better they hadn’t told me. I’d have likely spent every waking hour soaking in the hot water.
“It was supposed to be a gift on the night we took you fully,” Caleb said, helping me into the pool.
I groaned as I sank into the hot water. “I love Montana,” I breathed.
“And we love you, Maddy May,” Justin whispered settling into the water next to me, turning my face so he could kiss me.
My heart nearly burst and tears pricked my eyes. I wasn’t sure I’d ever cried so much in my life, but these were tears of joy. Such happiness must be a sin, but I’d grab it with both hands and thank the Lord for every moment.
“Are you ready for us?” Caleb asked, kneeling at my feet.
“More than ready.” I laid hands on their dear faces, pulling them close. “Make me yours.”
They took me from the pool and laid me on the blanket under a brilliant full moon. I felt wanton and lush, like I was a pagan priestess anticipating tribute. Caleb stretched out on his back next to me, then helped me straddle his hips.
His cock nudged at my entrance, making me shiver with need. I wanted them so badly, I was sure I’d die from it.
“Take him inside you,” Justin urged. His huge hand wrapped around my neck, making me feel both comforted and bound to his will.
I lowered myself, relishing the stretch of his thickness. Justin pushed me down gently until my chest pressed against Caleb’s. I loved the heat of him so close to my body.
Cool liquid trickled down, coating me in slickness as Justin knelt behind me and eased his fingers into my bottom. Mercy, it felt…incomparable. I lacked the words to describe the sensation of both of them taking me in the most intimate way possible in this magical place existing a step out of reality.
“Please,” I whispered. “Make me yours.”
The stretch of Justin’s hard shaft entering me hurt at first, but it was a delicious hurt, both stretching and strangely filling. Fulfilling and debauched, decadent and absolutely, perfectly right.
JUSTIN
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Leaning down, I kissed Maddy’s soft shoulder, trailing my tongue across her silken skin to the sweet spot behind her ear. If someone had told me even half a year ago I would find the most perfect woman in the world, I’d have called them a damned liar.
Yet here she was in our embrace.
Accepting, welcoming, kind, and more beautiful than the stars. Our Maddy May.
She clenched tight, her body welcoming me into hers until I thought I might lose my breath for the want of her. I eased myself into her bottom, gritting my teeth against the urge to thrust. I wouldn’t hurt her for the world.
Letting out a soft groan, she pushed back against me. Sinking my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, I fucked her with long, leisurely strokes, feeling Caleb’s member slide against mine, separated only by a thin membrane as she rocked between us.
Her pale skin gleamed, pristine and gilded with the light from the full moon as she writhed, her lips parted with desire. She was perfect. And she was ours.
She arched her back, her hands on Caleb’s chest as she cried out her pleasure. Beads of sweat sparkled like gems on her skin and she flushed pink as she spasmed.
Tendons straining in his neck, Caleb reached up to tweak her nipples, making her shudder. Her nails dug crescent indentations into his chest as she screamed, sending the sound of her joy to the heavens.
Tightening around me, her channel drew me in, dragging the seed from my balls in a tremendous rush. I couldn’t stop it, nor did I want to. The clench of the heart of her pulling me into her body was too much to bear. She was all silken softness and strength, our wanted bride.
I collapsed, rolling away so I didn’t crush her. My lungs worked like a bellows, and I wheezed as I tried to catch my breath. She stretched out a hand, and I leaned into her touch as she stroked my face.
“I love you,” she whispered solemnly, curling up between us with her leg thrown over Caleb’s hip. “Both of you.”
“We love you too,” Caleb replied, reaching for the end of the blanket to cover her. “You’re our dream come true.”
We bathed our sweet Maddy May in the hot spring, trusting the mineral rich water to soothe her. Languid and drowsy, she dozed as we tended to her, then fell asleep in my arms before we reached home. I handed her down to Caleb, and he carried her inside while I turned the horses loose.
The spring air chased a chill over my bare skin, but I paid it no mind and knelt in the grass. Movement behind me announced the presence of my best friend, and he joined me on the ground.
I took his hand, twining my fingers with his. “I thought I’d send up a prayer of thanks.”
He nodded, bowing his head. “Thank you, Lord, for giving us Maddy.”
“And for bringing her back to us safely,” I added.
A shooting star crossed the sky, making me wish she could see it.
“We’re supposed to wish on a falling star,” Caleb said, his voice reverent.
“No need.” I stood, pulling him up with me. “We have everything we could have ever wanted.”
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