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

by Sofia Hunt

  “Make yourself decent. I’ll keep him occupied. This isn’t over between us, Lizzie. It’s only just begun.”

  Gage strode to the door and down the stairs. Lizzie would be his soon, his and Logan’s.

  He loved this woman, and she’d soon learn she had enough love for both men in her life.

  * * * *

  Logan ushered Mr. Farrier into the sawmill office. He directed the man to the only chair in the small, crowded room. Gage sat behind the worn desk, and Logan hooked a leg over the corner of the desk and sat down.

  Gage held his hand on the desk and waited for Logan to speak first. Logan took his time. Mr. Farrier fidgeted in his chair. He shifted his position several times even chewed on a fingernail.

  “Mr. Gallagher,” Mr. Farrier addressed Logan. “I’m a busy man as are the two of you. Please state your business.”

  “Our business—as you put it—is personal.” Logan waited for his words to sink in.

  Mr. Farrier developed a nervous tick in his left cheek. “I’m not aware of any personal business between us.”

  “Oh, but you are. My wife.”

  Mr. Farrier’s face lost its color. “I’m not acquainted with your wife.”

  Gage leaned forward, his fists balled tight. “You threatened Lizzie.”

  The man swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “I wouldn’t call it a threat. I’ll admit I do know Mrs. Gallagher’s uncle.”

  “She is my wife, and I will protect her at all costs. No price is too high.”

  “Do you put a high price on your life, Mr. Farrier?” Gage added with a satisfied smile.

  Mr. Farrier nodded vigorously.

  “Then explain your part in this.” Logan stood and towered over the cowering man.

  “When Mrs. Gallagher’s uncle discovered my connection with Port Steele, he requested I do a little research on Lizzie and her situation. He offered to pay me handsomely for the information.”

  “What have you told him?”

  “I told him she had married and refused to do any further investigating for him.”

  “Just like that?” Logan didn’t buy the man’s story. Something rang false.

  “I haven’t seen a penny of the money he offered. My services don’t come cheap, and they certainly don’t come free. I am a timber buyer first and foremost. I did not mind doing a favor for an old friend if I was compensated, but the situation has changed to the point I want nothing more to do with it.”

  “See that you keep it that way. If you don’t, I’ll make your life a living hell. Is that clear?”

  “Perfectly.” Mr. Farrier scrambled to his feet and scurried out the door like a rat caught in the cheese.

  “That went well,” Gage noted.

  “Almost too well.”

  “Do you believe him?”

  “Actually, I do. Money rules his world, and he’s not interested in a situation which isn’t financially beneficial.” Logan dropped into the chair vacated by Mr. Farrier.

  “Then it’s over.”

  Logan met his brother’s gaze. “No, it’s just begun. You, me, Lizzie. It’s time to take the next step.”

  Chapter 10

  Lizzie’s Journal, August 1, 1864

  Port Steele, Washington Territory

  Life is settling into a routine. After Gage and Logan’s conversation with Mr. Farrier, he no longer spies on me. In fact, when I meet him on the street, he is polite and respectful.

  More concerning to me of late is my growing affection for Gage, even while I pledge my love to my husband, for I do love him. But I also love Gage.

  Gage’s discovery of my secret afternoon activity is a double-edged sword. The knowing looks he casts my way mortify and titillate me. My fantasies of sex with two men haunt my days and nights.

  I am torn between what the three of us so obviously want and what is considered morally correct.

  But then I ask myself, when have I ever been a woman who conforms?

  * * * *

  Lizzie hesitated in the doorway, clad only in her pantaloons and camisole, just as Logan requested.

  She swallowed and licked her lips at the sight of the two brothers sharing a cigar in their small parlor. Two pairs of eyes pinned her in place. Her feet refused to move. Logan motioned for her to come into the room.

  Her incomprehensible feelings for both men confounded her. She loved Logan with all her heart, yet Gage attracted her and brought about all sorts of naughty thoughts. Even more disturbing, she loved him, too.

  “Come here, Lizzie.” Logan crooked his finger at her.

  The moment of decision had come. If she entered the room, she’d most likely enter a relationship with two men. If she didn’t, she’d continue to be tormented by her attraction to Gage and Logan. Eventually, her torment would drive them apart. Her compliance would solve her dilemma but compromise her vision of decency.

  On wooden legs, Lizzie walked across the room to Logan and stood in front of him.

  Logan pulled her into his lap. She struggled to get free, but he held tight.

  “Liz, as I’ve mentioned, Gage and I have always been close. We share everything. I’ve watched how you look at him. It’s no surprise you’re lusting after him.”

  Lizzie ducked her head and buried it in Logan’s shoulder. He’d see the truth in her eyes. Her shame overwhelmed her.

  “Honey, it’s okay. In fact, it’s preferred. This is the way we like it. I’m fully aware Gage has been seducing you, and you’ve been tempted. I want you to be tempted.”

  She drew her head back and stared at him. “What?”

  “We want to share you.”

  “Why—Why, that’s shameful.” Her arguments sounded feeble to her own ears. She’d made her decision when she’d entered the room.

  “To most people, it is. To us, it’s natural. A way of life, what we prefer.” He stood, taking her with him.

  “You don’t consider such a thing immoral?”

  “Is love immoral?”

  “No, but this is immoral.”

  “What is this exactly?” Gage moved forward. She backed up a step and found her body sandwiched between two men in a most unseemly manner.

  From behind her, Logan pulled her hands behind her back. He held her wrists together with one big hand. She cleared her throat and met Gage’s clear blue eyes. Oh, dear, she wanted this. She really wanted this.

  “I want to see you naked.” Gage spoke in a firm, no-nonsense voice.

  “I–I don’t know.”

  “You want this.” Logan whispered in her ear. His hot breath blew on her earlobe.

  “It’s wrong.” She squirmed in a half-hearted attempt to free herself.

  “Forget right or wrong. Do you want me to gaze upon your naked body? To touch you in private places? To do private things to you?” Gage’s eyes dared her to be adventurous.

  “Yes, but it’s wrong.”

  “Buts don’t matter. This is about what we want. This is a wild land. We make the laws, we set the moral standards. This is our standard. There is no evil in loving with all your heart.”

  Watching her, Gage unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off to expose a chest as magnificent as Logan’s, though in a leaner, not so bulky way. Gage kissed her, gently at first, until he felt her tentative response. His mouth grew more demanding. She parted her lips and tasted his unique taste. Like everything Gage did, he took his time, explored every recess of her mouth with his tongue, sampled every portion of her lips.

  Her knees refused to hold her up, but Logan held her from behind.

  “She likes your kisses.”

  Gage drew back. “I see that, brother. I see that.”

  Her heart hammered in her chest as Gage raised his hands to her camisole. Grasping the lacy top in both hands, he ripped the fabric, tearing it apart and baring her chest. His hands fingered her nipples. His tongue swirled around the erect nubs. She pressed her chest against his mouth, begging for more.

  Gage pulled her und
ergarments down and nodded to Logan. Without any preamble, Logan threw her over his shoulder as if she were as light as a pillow and hauled her out the parlor door and up the stairs. Lizzie wriggled and attempted to free herself, but Logan’s large hand tightened on her bare ass to hold her in place. Gage tramped up the stairs behind his brother. One look at the fire burning unchecked in his eyes, and Lizzie’s pussy pleaded with her for mercy and for the touch of two very desirable men.

  Once over the threshold, he deposited her on her feet near the bed. His older brother pushed her toward the bed. Lizzie backed up willingly. When she hit the bed, she fell back onto the feather mattress.

  She attempted one last feeble protest even as Logan tied her hands together over her head then attached the rope to the headboard.

  Gage’s blue eyes drilled into hers. She dived into the tempestuous blue depths of his lustful storm, all her reservations forgotten.

  Gage grasped an ankle and raised it out and over her head, leaving her splayed. He tied it to the headboard while Logan tied the other ankle to the opposite side. She squirmed and flexed her butt on the bed.

  They spread her legs wide open and left her pussy exposed and weeping with desire. Both men gazed down at her.

  “Honey, I’ve never seen you so wet, and I’ve seen you plenty wet.”

  “She loves this. I knew she would.”

  Stripping off their clothes, both men approached her. Gage opened her pussy lips even wider and thrust his long, talented, and oh-so-wicked tongue inside her. His tongue stroked her in intimate, forbidden places, but Lizzie didn’t want him to stop. His thumb rubbed her clit. Logan stood to one side and watched.

  Gage reduced her to a thoroughly debauched woman who craved even more debauchery. No going back now. She arched her back and squirmed against the face buried between her legs. Gage’s greedy mouth lipped, nipped, and sucked. He pushed a finger inside her, followed by a second finger. Sucking on her little button of pleasure, he pumped his fingers in and out.

  Logan leaned down and sucked a nipple. His ragged breath revealed his barely-controlled state of arousal. Logan tweaked the other nipple, pinched it between two fingers and twisted. Hard. Painful. Incredibly erotic. Her body shook with an incredible orgasm, driving her out of her mind. The room whirled around her. She cried out both men’s names. Over and over. Her body convulsed. She squeezed her eyes shut.

  She was still floating back to earth when a shift of weight on the bed clued her into the fact that the two brothers weren’t done with her yet. Her eyes fluttered open in time to see Gage kneeling between her tied-open legs. Gage’s cock was every bit as big as his brother’s, but curved upward at the end.

  “Ready for this, sweetheart?”

  Lizzie licked her lips.

  Logan grinned and plumped a pillow under her head so she could watch. Her legs ached from the awkward position they’d been forced into. She wriggled and tried to find a more comfortable position.

  “You want untied, darlin’?” Logan was already untying the ropes on her ankles. He left her hands tied.

  Lizzie groaned as the men moved her cramped legs to a more spread-eagled position on the bed.

  Gage stared down at her, adoration and lust on his handsome face. “You ready, honey?”

  She nodded. His big cock slid inside her in one long, hard stroke. The curved tip tickled her in new places, giving her new sensations. She looked over at Logan, who’d moved to watch Gage fuck her. His nostrils flared, and his pupils dilated. Every fiber of his being focused on his brother’s cock sliding in and out of her.

  Gage fucked like he did most everything else. Thorough. Measured. Precise. Controlled. She wanted to shred his control, see who really lurked underneath.

  Lizzie wrapped her legs around Gage’s back. Tightening her legs, she urged him onward and jerked against her restraints.

  “You want it harder, honey?” Gage rasped.

  “Yes, please, yes.”

  Gage obliged and slammed into her, over and over again. Her pussy screamed for more. Lizzie held tight. As Gage let out a triumphant cry and emptied himself inside her, Lizzie’s completion hit her like waves slamming against the shore during a winter storm.

  Gage collapsed on top of her then rolled to the side. Lizzie lay on the bed, limp with satisfaction, her limbs unable to move.

  * * * *

  Watching his brother fuck Lizzie so thoroughly and Lizzie loving every second of raunchy sex with Gage shattered Logan’s paper-thin control.

  Not even allowing her a second to recover, Logan hastily untied her hands and flipped her over onto her stomach.

  “On your hands and knees,” he growled into her ear. She tried to comply, but her limbs wouldn’t cooperate. Lizzie sprawled on the bed and buried her head in the pillow. The little vixen was still recovering from her second orgasm of the night, but they weren’t done with her yet. Not even close.

  “She’s not cooperating, is she, brother?” Gage grinned. He loved this part. Knowing the routine, Gage opened the drawer in the nightstand and removed a leather strap. He tossed it to his brother and waited.

  “Lizzie, this is the last time I’m going to ask you nice. On all fours, now.”

  “Please, not yet.”

  Logan raised the strap and brought it down hard on her bare ass, leaving a nice red stripe across one rounded butt cheek.

  Lizzie’s head shot up, and she screamed in surprise and pain.

  “No screaming, woman. That’s one of the rules, remember?”

  Lizzie nodded and struggled to her hands and knees, but she’d been disobedient and Logan liked obedience in his bed. He raised the strap three more times, leaving nice little crisscross marks on her ass, not hitting her hard enough to raise welts.

  He nodded to Gage. “Give her something to do with that mouth of hers.”

  Gage grinned. He knew what came next. Kneeling in front of her, Gage offered Lizzie his half-erect cock. “Clean my cock, hon, and don’t leave any of your juices on it.”

  Lizzie bent her head to the task. Logan spread her knees wider and exposed her beautiful pink pussy. Raising the strap, he aimed and snapped it down between her legs, hitting his target perfectly. Lizzie threw her head back and let out an enraged scream.

  “What the hell was that for?”

  She tried to turn around, obviously pissed as hell. Gage held her shoulders, keeping her in place. That bit of attitude really turned Logan on. He’d tame this little wench or have a damn good time attempting to do so.

  Tossing the strap aside, for he’d proven his point, Logan plunged his cock into her cum-drenched hole. He ground his crotch into hers, pulling out and leaving only the tip inside, he slammed into her again. She moaned and tilted her hips to take him deeper. That was his little Lizzie. In a few short weeks, she’d learned to love his cock as much as he loved her pussy. Withdrawing, he thrust harder, pushing her head into Gage’s stomach.

  Gage guided her mouth onto his half-hard cock, and she sucked greedily on it. When it disappeared deep into her mouth, Logan buried his cock deep in her cunt. Damn, one of the most beautiful sights was watching his cock slide in and out of his wife’s cunt while she sucked on his brother’s cock.

  Logan knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He also knew Lizzie liked her pleasure served with a little pain. Reaching underneath her, he pinched both nipples and twisted while he fucked her hard from behind. Gage muffled her cries by holding her cock-filled mouth.

  Logan threw back his head and shouted his release. He pulled out and emptied his load on her striped butt cheeks. The thick substance splattered on her ass and ran down her legs. Logan rolled onto the bed and collapsed, as boneless as a jellyfish. He lay still for a moment, savoring the tempestuous emotions bombarding him. The sounds of Gage fucking her mouth drifted to him, sweet music to his ears, and brought him back to the present. Rolling over, he watched as Gage thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.

  “Keep her occupied,” Logan gave Gage a brother-to-brother
look, and Gage nodded. Time to start the next phase of his wife’s training.

  Withdrawing completely, Gage grinned at Lizzie’s whimpered protest. “You want more, baby?”

  Lizzie nodded. Saliva ran down her chin, one of the most erotic sights he’d ever witnessed. She grabbed his cock and sucked on it with delicious abandon, going deep on him again.

  Logan plunged two fingers into her sopping hole and swirled them around. He removed them and slid his cock back into her. He placed his hands on her hips to hold her in place as he established a rhythm. When she started squirming underneath him and sucked noisily on his brother’s cock, he knew she was as ready as she’d ever be.

  He circled her butthole with his wet index finger. Bending down, he licked the tight little hole and violated it with his tongue. She wiggled her ass in his face. Her cries were muffled by the cock buried in her mouth. She adjusted to his invasion of her ass so he dared to take the next step. He pushed the tip of his finger in her tight ass and used it in concert with his soothing tongue. She froze and attempted to squirm away from him. He held her firm and pushed his finger in a little further.

  Lizzie reared back and Gage’s cock fell from her mouth. “No, please, no.”

  The panicked tone in her voice caused Logan to remove his finger. “Sorry, hon, I didn’t know you felt so strongly about this. You’ve been such a good sport about everything else.”

  “I need more time to soak it all in.” She stared back at Logan, her face covered with sweat and saliva. Damn, she looked sexy as hell. He felt bad, in fact, like crap. He’d gone too far, too fast. He owed her an apology.

  Gage kissed her and cradled her head in his hands. “It’s okay, baby, we’d never do anything to you that you don’t want. Why don’t you use your pretty little mouth to suck me off while Logan enjoys your pussy, and we’ll all take a rest.”

  Lizzie smiled up at Gage, her expression grateful. Logan tensed, feeling even more like an insensitive ass than before. Logan, hard again, didn’t wait for an invitation. He slid his cock inside her wet channel. He started moving inside her, taking it slow and easy, gentle and tender. She made slurping sounds as she sucked Gage to another release. Logan let loose at the same time. Buried deep inside her, his cock twitched then spasmed until he’d emptied everything he had inside her.