Hunt, Sofia - The First Bride [Brides of Bachelor Bay 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Sofia Hunt

  “Hell, no. Keep it up.” Beads of sweat stood out on his handsome face.

  Lizzie cupped his balls in her hand, fascinated, she rolled them around then gently squeezed.

  “Damnation, woman. You’ll send me to an early grave. Logan kneeled on the bed and pulled her closer to his body.

  “Is that bad?”

  “No, it’s good. Very good.” Logan applied pressure to the back of her head. She resisted, confused about his intentions.

  “Kiss the tip.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Of course you can. There’s no shame in pleasure.”

  Licking her dry lips, Lizzie yielded to the pressure of Logan’s hands on her head. Her mouth touched the tip. She tasted a unique male taste, all his.

  “Lick the tip.” His spoken order was laced with tenderness.

  Her heart swelled in her chest. This big, mountain of a man treated her with respect and concern. How could she resist his requests. Her tongue flicked out and licked the bead of moisture from the head of his penis.

  “Oh, damn. That feels so fucking good.” Logan blew out a breath. “Let’s get you a little more comfortable.” He backed up a step, grabbed her under her arms, and lifted her off the bed.

  Lizzie stared up at him with a question in her eyes, totally at a loss as to what he wanted and fearing she’d displeased him somehow.

  “On your knees. There, that’s a good girl. Open your mouth. Suck on it,” Logan rasped.

  Relieved she’d not committed an error, Lizzie did as she was told, fascinated to find herself aroused rather than repelled. Wrapping her long hair around his fist, he leveraged her mouth onto his cock.

  “Take me as deep as you can. No pressure. Just do what you’re comfortable with.”

  Lizzie gave it a gallant try, managing to take about one-third into her mouth before gagging. He seemed satisfied. He held her head steady and began to move his hips back and forth in rhythm, thrusting his erection in and out of her mouth. She held onto the base and rubbed.

  Throwing back his head, Logan groaned. His cock twitched, his balls tightened. With a final guttural growl, his entire body shook. His cum emptied into her mouth. She tried to pull back, but he held her, not letting her move until he’d emptied all of his seed into her mouth.

  “Swallow it, honey. You’ll learn to enjoy the experience and the taste.”

  Lizzie did and found it wasn’t all that unpleasant. She marveled in the knowledge that she was able to arouse him. She was desirable after all, to the right man.

  Chest heaving, sweat pouring from his body, Logan gazed down at her.

  “Now it’s your turn, sweetheart. Take off your underclothes.”

  With shaking hands, Lizzie undressed while Logan sat on the edge of the bed and watched. His hands dangled between his knees. He pushed his hair off his forehead. She avoided his gaze, ashamed of her wanton behavior, yet knowing she was at his mercy and unable to stop her lustful ways.

  Lizzie removed her remaining clothes.

  Logan studied her body like a painter studied his model. He grabbed her hands and pulled her to him. She didn’t know if her body pleased him or not.

  “Straddle my lap.”

  “Are you certain?”

  “Honey, I’m damn certain that’s where I want you at first then we’ll improvise depending on whether or not my cock recovers quickly enough.”

  The hair on his thighs tickled her bare skin. The wetness between her legs increased, appalling her. She hoped he wouldn’t notice. He seemed too busy ogling her breasts, which were mere inches from his face. She stared at a spot over his shoulder and tried to control her reaction to him, as any lady would.

  He shortened those inches to nothing as his mouth covered her nipple. She jerked in surprise when one hand slid behind her back and stroked her butthole.

  Logan read her mind. “Nothing is shameful between us. Remember that, darling.”

  She shifted her position on his lap.

  “You don’t have a clue what you do to me, do you?” Logan growled and stood, taking her with him. In one swift movement, he whipped around and tossed her on the bed, following her down. His semi-erect cock rubbed her thigh as his hungry mouth feasted on her lips then journeyed lower. Logan rained kisses on her cheeks, nipped and sucked on her neck, surely leaving marks.

  Lizzie stiffened underneath him. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for him to do the thing so it’d be over, and he wouldn’t bother her for a while. Logan sensed the change in her.

  “What’s wrong?” He lifted his head. His dark eyes regarded her face.

  “Nothing.”

  “Nothing? Then why are you as stiff as a board of lumber?”

  “I don’t want you to think I’m enjoying this.”

  “What?” He stared at her incredulously.

  “A lady doesn’t delight in a man’s attentions. She tolerates them as her wifely duties.”

  “Not in this household. I suppose a lady doesn’t suck a man’s cock, either?”

  Lizzie looked away, her face burning.

  “But you did and didn’t seem to find it so distasteful.” His big hand clamped on her jaw, forcing her to look into his eyes. Arousal flamed in them. “I don’t care what they taught you where you came from, honey, but around here, I expect my wife to enjoy her wifely duties as much as I enjoy my husbandly duties.”

  “And if I don’t?” She challenged him, not entirely liking his overbearing attitude.

  “You will, darling, you will.” Logan laughed, low and hungry. He nibbled on her lower lip. “Open your mouth.”

  “You’re certainly demanding.”

  “Awww, now there’s the feisty Lizzie I’ve come to appreciate.”

  Her mouth relaxed, inviting his tongue inside. His tongue glided across her teeth and swept the roof of her mouth. They touched tongues, entwined tongues, and the world exploded, as if all Lizzie’s control disappeared into the mist of a Port Steele night. His lips moved over hers as if he wanted every part of her body and couldn’t decide which piece of the cake to devour next.

  Her breasts weren’t big, but Logan seemed to like them as his mouth and fingers worked her already-sensitized nipples. She shuddered when he bit down, the pain merging with pleasure until she wasn’t certain which was which.

  His free hand moved between her legs. Instinctively, she clamped her legs together. His hand stilled. He lifted his head, his dark eyes burning not just with lust, but with irritation.

  “Never, never, close your legs to me. Never. When we’re like this, you’ll spread your legs wide and welcome my touch. I swear to never hurt you in a manner that doesn’t give you pleasure.”

  Confused by his words, and not willing to let a man order her around ever again, Lizzie stiffened. “I’ll do as I please. No man owns me.”

  Logan laughed, his smile feral, like a wild wolf stalking his mate. “In this bed, I own you, and you’ll love it that way.”

  Lizzie shook her head. In a movement so swift and strong, he flipped her over onto her stomach and laid the flat of his hand on her bare behind with a resounding smack. The breath whooshed out of Lizzie along with a startled exhalation. “That’s one,” he stated with firm conviction.

  Pinning her to the bed with a hand on her neck, Logan spanked her again, this time a little harder. “Two,” he counted.

  “Damn you. What the hell are you doing?” She struggled to free herself.

  Logan snorted. “Damn you? Is that anyway to talk to your loving husband?”

  “Loving? There’s nothing about this that has to do with love.”

  Smack. Smack. Smack. The next three came in quick succession. Lizzie’s juices flowed with excitement. Her reaction ashamed her. Her ass might have burned with each strike of his hand, but her body trembled with desire and anticipation. He rubbed her sore ass, bent down, and soothed it with long laps of his tongue.

  “You’re one sexy woman, Lizzie Gallagher. One sexy woman. Gage and I are going to show you
an erotic world you’ve never dreamed of in your most debauched dreams and take you places you’ll never want to leave.” He removed his hand from her neck. “Roll over. Unless you want another spanking.”

  She did. Kneeling on the bed, he looked down at her. The spanking had hardened his cock again.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She did.

  “Wider.”

  She did some more.

  Moving between her legs, he ran his hands up her thighs. His fingers combed her pubic hair and slid to her most private place.

  Meeting her gaze, his smirk told it all. “You liked my little spanking, didn’t you, Liz?”

  She shook her head.

  “There’s more punishment for lying. Did you know that?”

  Lizzie didn’t respond. His fingers teased her wet opening, never quite giving her what she craved. She lifted her hips.

  “You want something?”

  Lizzie bit her lip. The pad of his thumb stroked her inner thigh.

  “If you want something, you have to articulate it. How else is a man to know?”

  “I’m scared, but I want to feel you inside me.” She panted in short, excited breaths.

  “You never have to be scared of me, Liz. I might push your limits, but I’ll never go any further than you want me to go.”

  Lizzie stared up at him. “I want this. I want to consummate our marriage.”

  “It’d be my pleasure, Mrs. Gallagher. And yours. I promise.”

  * * * *

  Logan positioned his thighs between her legs. His now hard penis nudged her wet slit. She moaned and thrashed about underneath him like a mare in heat. Logan’s mouth captured hers.

  The head of his cock pushed against her opening. She tensed.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re ready for me. It might hurt a bit. Once the pain is gone, the pleasure will be incredible.”

  Logan’s strong hands caressed her body and his mouth explored hers. His intent was to distract her. His body rebelled against the control he placed on it. He wanted nothing more than to plunge into her hot, warm depths and lose himself. Not yet, though, it was too soon. This first time needed to be a positive experience for her, even if it killed him.

  Breathing hard, he pressed his face against her shoulder for a long moment. “This is hard, but I must go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Lizzie stroked his chest, planted little kisses on his face.

  “You’re not helping.” He spoke through gritted teeth. The cords of his neck tautened. Every muscle in his body strained to be set free.

  “I’m sorry. Tell me what to do.”

  “Just hang onto me. I’ll be as gentle as I can.” Despite his extreme state of arousal, tenderness snaked its way through his body. He’d never before felt tenderness for a woman, especially not when lust racked his body and threatened his tenuous hold.

  Logan gazed down at her body, the gift she presented to him with such innocent compassion. God give him the strength to maintain control. He’d need the Almighty’s help to achieve such a difficult task. Somehow he’d do it for Lizzie because somewhere between his first glimpse of her standing on the railing of the boat and saying I do he’d done just that and fallen in love with his spirited little minx.

  Lord, he loved her. He truly loved her. The revelation hit him harder than a gigantic cedar being felled in the woods.

  Lizzie moved underneath him. Her pointed nipples rubbed against his chest. He sank deeper into her and met resistance. Her maidenhead. She dug her fingers into his shoulders.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you.” He found himself apologizing, even when he knew he would hurt her.

  “Take me, Logan. Take me now.” Lizzie arched her hips, wrapped her long legs around his midsection, and pressed against him.

  The last thread of control snapped and unleashed the fury of his passion. He plunged into her, past the thin membrane and buried his cock deep. Lizzie cried out, not a loud scream, but more like a whimper.

  He held her tight and rained kissed on her face. He tasted a tear or two on her cheeks. Damn, she felt so good and tight, sheathing his cock as if she were made for him. Perhaps she was.

  “Are you okay?” He croaked the question, his voice hoarse from the raw need raging through his body.

  “I’ll be fine. Make love to me, Logan. Show me how it feels.”

  A man didn’t need a second invitation.

  Logan withdrew about halfway and thrust deep again. His body established a rhythm, slow at first, but building like whitecaps on Puget Sound in a winter storm.

  He stared at Lizzie as he fucked her. The pain reflected on her face transformed to rapture as her body adjusted to his intrusion. She arched her back and matched his rhythm. Passion swirled in her eyes, and he lost himself in those emerald depths.

  He felt her walls tighten around him, and he plunged deep one last time as his seed emptied into her and he soared beyond mortal limits. He stayed inside her, spent and sated. Reaching between them, he found her nub and applied pressure. A few seconds later, she followed him to heaven.

  Chapter 9

  Lizzie’s Journal, July 18, 1864

  Port Steele, Washington Territory

  Marriage to Logan is much better than I expected. While he’s a man of few words, he’s actually a kind man under his gruff exterior. He’s a man who shows no weakness, no vulnerabilities, until we’re alone in bed at night. He’s an intense man, and it carries over into our physical relationship. He’s taught me so much, and for that, I’m grateful. Yet, I can’t ignore the hot glances Gage sends my way and how excited he makes me feel.

  Both Logan and Gage hint at a relationship involving the two of them. Such a forbidden relationship excites me in way I dare not articulate. I’ve become a woman driven by desires of the flesh with little inclination to change my wanton ways. If the opportunity presents itself I may well seize the moment.

  Mr. Farrier still watches me, but he avoids any direct contact with me. Lucy, on the other hand, hovers around whenever I am visiting my sisters at the inn, obviously hoping for a tidbit of information. Constance has stepped up her scheming to regain control of the brides.

  * * * *

  Gage found himself creating reasons to be around the house during the day. He enjoyed watching Lizzie bustle around the kitchen with her usual efficiency. Even better watching Lizzie’s enticing ass sway as she wiped away the crumbs from the day’s breakfast became one of his favorite pastimes.

  In the short time she’d been a part of their family, she’d whipped the house into shape in no time and the brothers, too. They no longer dropped their muddy boots and coats on the floor when they came in from work. Instead, she insisted the boots be removed on the porch and cleaned of mud. They hung their coats on pegs just inside the door.

  And cooking. Damn, could the woman cook. They’d never eaten so well. Today was no different.

  As soon as Gage opened the front door this afternoon, the aroma of a savory stew assailed his senses. Gage stepped into the kitchen, drawn by the scent. He frowned when he didn’t find her in the kitchen. Turning, he checked the parlor and dining room then tromped up the stairs. He paused on the landing as he heard moaning from Logan’s bedroom. Alarmed at first, he hurried to the closed door then hesitated. Lizzie’s moans were not of a woman in pain, but a woman in ecstasy. He’d left Logan at the sawmill.

  In fact, it was his brother who suggested Gage go home and warm Lizzie up to the idea of the two of them sharing her body. Logan had given him free rein to seduce Lizzie this afternoon, and Gage didn’t intend on wasting the opportunity. Hell, he’d thought of nothing else for months.

  Gage listened at the door. A slow smile spread across his face. Lizzie was indeed alone and pleasuring herself. Anticipation spread through him as he imagined what he’d find in the room.

  He pushed open the unlatched door. The curtains were pulled tight, dimming the light in the room. He allowed his eyes a few minutes to adjust.<
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  Lizzie lay on the bed in her undergarments. He head was turned away from him as she pumped her fingers in and out of her tight snatch. Her hips bucked against her knuckles as her thumb stroked her clit. The bodice of her camisole was pulled down exposing the most beautiful pair of breasts Gage had ever laid eyes on. Lizzie’s free hand pinched and plucked at one nipple.

  Damn. Gage licked his lips.

  Her eyes glazed with lust, Lizzie turned her head toward him. A sensual smiled graced her plump lips. Obviously expecting to see Logan, her eyes grew bigger than saucers when she recognized Gage standing in the dim light of the room.

  He took advantage of her moment of pure shock and crossed the room in two steps just as she leapt from the bed. He blocked her escape with his body.

  “Gage, this is most improper.” Her face flushed red with lust and embarrassment.

  “Honey, everything Logan and I do is improper. We’re improper men, and by appearances you’re an improper woman.” Gage wrapped his arms around her waist.

  Lizzie struggled to free herself. “I–I can explain.”

  Gage nodded. “Of course you can. While you were fucking yourself with your hand, were you thinking of Logan or me or both of us?”

  Her face deepened to a darker red. “Unhand me.”

  He shook his head. Not now. Not with her half naked and fully aroused.

  “I love Logan. I will not be disloyal to him.”

  “Logan sent me here. You know what we want.” Unable to restrain himself, Gage’s mouth came down hard on her. At first she resisted, then her tongue and lips responded with a fiery passion. His mouth punished hers, taking all she had to give, and demanding more. The more he demanded the more she gave as they fell into a tornado of greedy lust.

  Lizzie clutched the back of his head. He pushed her down on the bed and feasted on her breasts. She moaned and squirmed beneath him. Gage sucked one ripe nipple into his mouth and pinched the other. The taste of her hard nub in his mouth almost undid him.

  A door slammed and Gage froze. He cursed under his breath. Noah’s voice rang from the bottom of the stairs. He stood quickly and stared down at Lizzie for a brief moment.