Their Outlaw Bride (Bridgewater Brides)

by Delta James

  As abrasive as the blanket was, she was glad of the protection it offered her, at least for the moment. She had to hope that Gavan and Caelan would realize she was missing and come find her. They had saved her from the hangman; she had to pray they’d be in time to save her from the sheriff.

  Lizzie wasn’t sure how long they rode for; it seemed like hours over rough terrain. Finally, the sheriff rode up a steep incline and into a cavern. In some ways, it was nicer, as it was considerably cooler, but she would have preferred the heat. Out in the open, it would be easier for Gavan and Caelan to find her. She also knew, from her outlaw days, the sheriff was in a far easier position to defend inside the cave.

  The sheriff stopped the horse and dismounted. He grabbed the rope that was around her waist and gave it a tug, tossing her on the ground, and knocking the wind out of her.

  Lizzie tried to get to her feet.

  The sheriff spotted her and kicked her in the back of the knees, throwing her down and forward. He moved away and went to tie his horse to a clump of bushes outside the cavern.

  “Stay down, bitch. I gotta hand it to them two foreigners, they know how to treat a woman like you. Keep her naked, spank her ass, and fuck her often. I saw you all this morning. I just don’t like to share a woman, but watching this morning while I jerked off was kind of fun. But it just left me wanting to fuck you even more than before. So, when you went off to clean their spunk off you, I came to get you. Them two boys were hung though. Have they fucked your ass yet? I’ll bet you didn’t like that. Most women don’t. But, when you’re fucking a whore, it’s safer and a tighter fit.”

  Lizzie said nothing and lay perfectly still. She was terrified on many levels, primarily for her life, and those of Gavan and Caelan. She knew, if the sheriff hurt her, her husbands would kill him. Nothing would stop them. She also feared that, somehow, he would make her recoil from their touch. They loved fucking her, and she enjoyed being fucked by them. Sometimes, it was full of fun and laughter; others it was slow and sensual and full of love; and still others, it was raw and primal. She enjoyed it all and reveled in their care.

  The sheriff returned and hauled her to her feet. He untied the restraints and removed the blanket, leaving her naked to his gaze. As comfortable as she had become being in that state of undress with her husbands, having the sheriff stare at her with equal measures of lust and hatred was terrifying.

  She moved her hands to try and cover herself from him.

  The sheriff knocked her hands away and pinched her nipples, which were tight from the cold.

  “Let me get a good look at you. I can see why they wanted you. You’re built like a good broodmare; big tits, big hips, and a great ass.”

  Lizzie looked down and saw the sheriff did not appear to be as aroused as he’d need to be to rape her. He continued fondling her breasts with one hand while he opened the front of his trousers with the other, getting his cock out.

  “Did they teach you to suck cock?”

  Not trusting her voice, she smiled and nodded.

  “I’ll bet they did. Get on your knees and get me good and hard. I’ve been waiting since we caught you for this. If I hadn’t had that damn posse with me, I could have saved the town the time and expense of trying you. Hell, if my damn wife’s brother hadn’t been with us, I probably could have talked the rest of the boys into having a little fun with you before killing you.”

  Lizzie sat back on her heels. She needed to figure out how to stall for time. The longer this took, the longer she gave Caelan and Gavan to find her. She suppressed a smile; they’d never let her out of their sight again, and she didn’t think she’d ever want to be without one of them in reach. She vowed to herself to do whatever she needed to do to stay alive until her husbands could get to her. The sheriff was a dead man, he just didn’t know it yet.

  “If you’re going to kill me, why should I do anything that will get you hard so you can rape me?” she asked in a quiet voice.

  The sheriff backhanded her.

  “Because, as long as I’m enjoying myself, you get to live. Now, get back on your knees, slut, and suck my dick,” he said as he seated himself on a large rock.

  Taking a deep breath and trying to clear her mind, Lizzie lifted the sheriff’s limp member from his pants. The smell of stale sweat and urine clung to him. She was a bit surprised at the size of the sheriff’s member. She’d known both Caelan and Gavan were well endowed, but the sheriff was downright dinky. Lizzie took a deep breath and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock.

  “With your mouth; I can use my own hand.”

  Deciding that opting for a meek and subservient attitude would serve her best, she dropped her eyes and said, “When Caelan taught me, he had me use my hands and mouth so that he had a nice firm pressure all up and down his shaft. When he wants to come, he has me focus my mouth on the head and then shoves it to the back of my throat to shoot his load down into my belly. He seemed to enjoy it that way.”

  “Huh, sounds like he taught you pretty good.”

  “Look, sheriff, we both know I want to stay alive. After all, I agreed to marry two men to keep from being hanged,” she said, gently stroking his staff and running her fingers around his balls, which seemed small and shriveled compared to Caelan and Gavan.

  “You and I both know that’s wrong. You sound like a man with a certain kind of sexual interests that your wife might not appreciate and, being the good man that you are, you don’t force it on her. But you’re right, I’ve sinned, and I should be punished, maybe you could help me with that. I wouldn’t do anymore stealing, or rustling, no one would know where I was, and I would be available to you whenever you wanted.”

  She reminded herself her life depended on making the odious man believe she wanted him and would serve him in whatever way he wanted. She vowed she would do whatever it took to stay alive, whatever it took to get back to Caelan and Gavan.

  The pink tip of her tongue licked along the underside of the sheriff’s member. It stirred under her attention. Lizzie took the head of him into her mouth and swirled her tongue as she sucked, gratified when it began to straighten.

  “Damn, girl.”

  She gave him her best siren’s smile as she engulfed half of his length into her mouth, repressing the reflex to gag. It wasn’t his size—Gavan and Caelan were both much larger—it was the malodorous stench that emanated from his person. She grasped the remainder in her hand and used both, in concert, to pleasure him.

  The sheriff closed his eyes and groaned.

  Lizzie closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was one of her husbands. She moved her mouth up and down his length repeatedly; his dick continued to harden.

  The sheriff reached out and stroked her hair as he looked at her, his eyes glazed over with lust.

  “You are a jezebel, but it might be worth keeping you around,” he grunted as began to move his hips in rhythm to her sucking and licking.

  Lizzie could feel his rod beginning to thicken and twitch.

  “Whore,” he said grasping the back of her head to force it further down his length.

  “You bastard!” Lizzie heard from behind her.

  A bright red hole, dead set between the sheriff’s eyes appeared as he fell to the side, his dick slipping past her lips and from her grip. The last part of the expletive was drowned out by the sound of a small derringer being fired.

  Lizzie spun around to see the sheriff’s pious wife holding a smoking gun, a frozen look on her face. Trying to move out of the line of fire, Lizzie crawled away from the sheriff.

  “Is he dead?” the woman asked in an oddly calm tone.

  “Yes ma’am,” Lizzie said, quietly. “I didn’t…”

  “Of course, you didn’t, child,” she said kindly. “Do you have any clothes you can put on?”

  “No ma’am. The sheriff took me when I was bathing. My husband,” she was able to stop the term from being plural, “and I thought the valley was safe from prying eyes.”

  The sh
eriff’s wife laughed nervously. “Few could hide from his prying eyes, and he often paid to watch. Let’s see if we can’t get you clothed.”

  She walked outside the cave and stopped, backing in slowly.

  “Lizzie?” she heard Caelan.

  “Cae!” she cried as he rushed past the sheriff’s wife and enfolded herself in his arms.

  She clung to him, sobbing, all the fear and disgust draining out of her as her tears fell on his broad chest.

  “Shh, Lizzie; Gavan and I are here. Can ye stop crying long enough to tell me what happened, and if yer all right?”

  She nodded. “He grabbed me at the creek… I should have stayed where Gavan said. The sheriff tied me up…made me…no, I got on my knees…”

  Gavan joined them, the sheriff’s widow in tow.

  He wrapped his arm around her. “Ye did what ye had to do, Lizzie. Ye stayed alive. I’m so proud of ye.”

  “Aye, yer a brave lass. I didna know many who could have kept their wits around them and done that. I have the things I bought in town, just until we can get something else,” said Caelan.

  “No, Cae, I was such a bitch this morning. I’m so sorry. It doesn’t matter where it came from, it matters that you got it for me.”

  Caelan left them for a few moments and brought Lizzie something to change into.

  Once Lizzie was dressed, Gavan handed the sheriff’s widow to Caelan and wrapped the sheriff’s body in tattered blanket he’d used to kidnap her.

  “So what are we going to do with ye?” Caelan asked the widow.

  “I murdered my husband. I’ll have to pay for my crime.” She reached out and squeezed Lizzie’s arm. “I am so sorry for what you had to do. He was a deviant monster. I should have killed him long ago.”

  “From where we stand, Mrs. Gutherie…”

  “Sally, please.”

  “Sally,” Gavan corrected, “Ye saved our Lizzie, and that cancels anything ye did before, and puts us in your debt.”

  “So, the rumors about Bridgewater are true? Each wife has more than one husband?”

  “Yes, I am proud to call both Caelan and Gavan my husbands. No woman was ever so lucky as to have two men as good and honorable as them to love and care for her.”

  Sally Gutherie shook her head. “I cannot even imagine. I was married to that bastard for almost twenty years. I could never have said that he loved, or cared for me, much less both. And certainly, neither good, nor honorable. You’re right Mrs…oh, dear, what do I call you?”

  “Eliz…” started Caelan.

  “Lizzie,” she interrupted him with a grin. “I’m called Lizzie now.”

  Sally Gutherie smiled. “Lizzie, then. I suppose one of your husbands had best take me back. We can keep your name out of it to avoid the scandal.”

  “He planned to rape her. There is no scandal to attach to Lizzie. In fact, like Gav said, ye saved her life. Ye’ve family in town, do ye not?”

  “I do…”

  “Then, ye go back into town and leave the rest to us. Yer husband had plenty of enemies. We’ll make it look like he was ambushed. If burying him is important to ye—”

  “His corpse can rot and feed the vultures for all I care,” Sally said, vehemently.

  “In that case, we’ll stage the body where it’ll be found, and that’ll be the end of it. Ye go on back to town and make sure people see ye. We’ll have each other as alibis.”

  “But won’t they be able to tell it was a small gun from the hole in his head?” Sally asked, her eyes shifting around the cavern as if she was afraid someone would overhear.

  “We can fix that, Sally. We’ll just make it look like a larger gun was used. How long will it take you to get home and be baking bread, or something?”

  “A few hours…”

  “Then, we’ll set up the scene and let it take its own natural course. Ye didna worry yerself. Caelan and I will take care of it.”

  “I can help,” offered Lizzie.

  “Nay, lass, ye’ll stay out of it and will be with one of us at all times.”

  “I think I should tell them I shot him and not involve any of you,” said Sally.

  “There’s no need to risk it. And, if ye tell them the whole truth, as ye say, they might try to blame Lizzie. Nay, Sally, yer late husband was a bastard of the first order and deserved to die. Ye did the world a favor, and as Gav said, ye saved Lizzie. We are beholden to ye and will make this right for ye.”

  “You’re sure?” she asked.

  “My husbands don’t lie. I’ll never forget what you did for me, ever. I’m just sorry you had to live with him.”

  Lizzie took Sally’s hand and walked her out to her horse.

  Sally mounted and then looked down at her. “When I first heard about Bridgewater, I thought how awful it must be to have to marry two men and provide them with sexual congress, but you seem not to mind. Is it because they saved you from the noose?” Sally closed her eyes and shook her head. “I’m so sorry. That was incredibly thoughtless and inappropriate of me.”

  Lizzie grinned. “I wasn’t too happy about it at first either but now, even after so short a time, it just seems normal. Gavan is the stern one, and I know, if I misbehave, he will correct me. Caelan is gentler but, if he has to spank me, he has a wicked hand. Once I’ve been punished, then I am forgiven. But, every night, I fall asleep in their arms, nestled between them, loved and happy. It might be different for you. I’ve never had anyone who cares for me, at least, not that I can remember. Now to have two men of my own? It’s as though a dream I never knew I had has come true. Will you be all right?”

  “I honestly don’t know but, at least, I won’t have to worry about him coming home drunk and having to lock him out of the spring house. He wanted to do vile things to me, like what he wanted you to do.” She shuddered.

  “What he wanted to do wasn’t vile, he was. Find some happiness, Sally. You deserve it,” Elizabeth said.

  Caelan joined them, wrapping his arm around Lizzie. “Aye, Sally. Be happy, if ye can, and thank you again. Ye didna have to worry about yer husband. We’ll take care of it.”

  7

  CAELAN

  * * *

  They watched her as she walked to the path down the side of the hill and waved as the sheriff’s widow rode away.

  “Jesus, Gavan. If his wife had not shot him…”

  “Lizzie would have been fine. We weren’t far behind, and our bride had the good sense to play him along. I’m not sure how she’s going to feel about sucking cock for a while, but she’s strong, and she does enjoy it.”

  “Ye think we should let her be tonight?”

  Gavan shook his head. “No, I fear if we let her get it in her head that she did something wrong, or that we don’t want her because of it, it could be months, or years, before she gets over it.”

  Caelan bristled. “But if that’s what it takes for her to heal?” he growled.

  “Calm yerself, Cae. We’ll give our girl whatever she needs for as long as she needs it. But she’s going to need us to be strong for her, as well. Ye do know she had no choice, right?”

  “Do ye want me to punch ye in the nose again?” he snarled.

  “Why would you punch Gav in the nose? Again?” she asked, joining them.

  Gavan hung his head. “He had every right to punch me. When I found ye gone, I thought ye had run away…”

  She surprised them both by laughing. “I’ll bet you were furious,” she said, trying not to giggle, but failing. She turned to Caelan, “Did he threaten to beat me within an inch of my life?”

  Caelan started to chuckle while Gavan glowered. “Nay, I think what he said he was planning to welt yer pretty arse and then fuck ye until ye couldn’t walk.”

  Lizzie approached Gavan and wrapped her arms around him. “That sounds nice, except for the welting my ass part. But the fucking me until I can’t walk sounds lovely. Would ye carry me around, then, husband?” she said mocking his brogue.

  “Yer Scottish brogue is get
ting very good, wife. Would ye really like to be fucked so hard ye canna walk the next day?”

  Caelan’s heart clutched when he saw the fear flash across her face. She was still clinging to Gavan, who had his arms around her. Caelan joined them wrapping his arms around her from the back. “It’s okay Lizzie, we can let ye have some time.”

  Gavan nodded.

  She shook her head. “I don’t want time. I want both of you. I want to know that seeing me on my knees sucking Gutherie’s…”

  “Shh, Lizzie. We both told ye how proud of ye we are. Had ye not had the courage and tenacity to do what ye did, we’d have lost ye,” crooned Gavan.

  “He’s right, lass. I didna know many women who would have had your strength and cunning to buy us the time we needed to find you,” said Caelan, softly nuzzling her neck and bringing his hands up to cup her breasts, kneading them.

  She wriggled her derriere into his groin as his cock started to swell. He and Gavan weren’t just telling her what she wanted to hear. She’d shown such bravery in dealing with Gutherie. He was so very proud to call her his wife. He could feel Gavan squeezing her buttocks.

  “Aye, lass, I have rarely known anyone, man or woman, who could have done what ye did. Ye deserve better than me to have doubted ye. Can ye find it in your heart to forgive me?” Gavan whispered.

  Caelan knew that confession had cost him and prayed that Lizzie did as well.

  Lizzie landed a hard smack on Gavan’s buttocks. “What is it ye always tell me? Once I’ve paid the consequences for my behavior and have been forgiven, that’s the end of it. Well, I’ve forgiven ye, and I expect that to be the end of it.”