Their Outlaw Bride (Bridgewater Brides)

by Delta James

  “Outlaw!” she cried, clapping her hands together and laughing.

  She turned to Caelan and threw her arms around him, hugging him close, before spinning away and running toward Gavan.

  Gavan stopped and reached down to grab her, hoisting her over the saddle in front of him and delivering a sharp blow to her backside.

  “Ye didna run up to horses naked and with bare feet,” he scolded as he rode over to Caelan and handed her down. “Ye go get dressed.”

  “No,” she said.

  “Lizzie…” Caelan warned. “He didna get fucked this morning, he may not be in the mood for any of yer sass.”

  “He’s not the only one…” she said, her eyes gleaming with mirth and lust.

  “Ach, so now yer telling yer husbands yer feeling neglected.”

  She giggled. “How could any woman who has the two most wonderful husbands in the world feel that? But I did miss both of you this morning.”

  “Well, had my errand not taken longer than I expected, I might be willing to indulge your wanton nature, but we’ve a long ride ahead of us if we mean to get to Bridgewater tomorrow.”

  Caelan wrapped her in his arms, one going up to roll her distended nipple between his fingers, and the other stealing down to slip between her legs.

  “Ye want us to get home, don’t ye, Lizzie? Ye want both of yer husbands’ cocks deep inside; Gav in yer pussy, and me in yer arse?”

  Lizzie leaned back into his strength and warmth, closing her eyes and reveling in his embrace. “Aye. I’m afraid ye married yerselves a wanton hussy who can’t seem to get enough of her husbands.”

  The two men chuckled.

  She opened her eyes and looked at Gavan. “But where did you find Outlaw? They sold him when I was captured.”

  “I tracked down the new owner and bought him back. They had your saddle, and other gear, as well, so I bought that, too. Turns out, Cae, our Lizzie isn’t the only one with a naughty streak. This beast of hers has not allowed anyone to ride him.”

  “He’s kind of funny about that,” she admitted, grinning. She crooked her finger at Gavan, “Will you please come see me, so I don’t get spanked for getting too close without boots on?”

  Gavan grinned. “Ye’d look fine in just a pair of boots, lass,” he said, his brogue thickening as it always did when he was becoming aroused.

  She hugged him and kissed him, “Thank you.”

  “Well, ye needed a horse to ride…”

  “Not for the horse, well, for him, too, but for everything; for keeping me safe and for loving me when I didn’t know how to love anyone, even myself.”

  Caelan came up from behind and hugged her so that she stood in the strong and loving embrace of her two husbands.

  8

  LIZZIE

  * * *

  Six months had passed since they returned home with their bride. They had been welcomed home by the others at Bridgewater with much fanfare.

  At first, Lizzie had been unsure of herself with the other women and was most comfortable when she was with either Gavan or Caelan. Little by little that had faded as she realized these women were far more like her than one would think at first.

  Gavan and Caelan had spent a long day, moving the herd from one part of the ranch to another. There had been a general meeting of everyone at the ranch before the women split off to let the men discuss business.

  “Come on, Lizzie. Let the men have their cigars and whiskey. We’ll have a nice cup of tea and talk about them,” said Emma, Ian and Kane’s wife. “You can work with me on perfecting my brogue. I have to say, it has the most delightful effect on Ian when whispered into his ear when he’s fucking me.”

  Lizzie giggled and spent an entertaining evening with the other wives, regaling them with tales of her outlaw days.

  When Gavan had come to collect her, she had been genuinely sorry to be the first to go.

  When they went to mount up, Lizzie said, “Where’s Cae?”

  “He went on ahead to prepare a bath for all three of us. We’ve been working hard all day and thought we could use a bath.”

  “What about me?” she’d teased.

  “Yer our favorite bath toy.”

  Caelan was just finishing filling the large bathtub when they arrived. Lizzie had never thought she’d live in such a beautiful, comfortable and luxurious home. She took great pride in keeping it clean and taking care of her two husbands.

  Lizzie went into their bedroom and undressed down to her corset and chemise. Caelan and Gavan had decided she would not wear bloomers. They were far too fond of being able to get their hands on her short curls, which they had decided to keep, and fingering her cunny, often bringing the honey they found there to their mouths to taste.

  She was allowed to get undressed without their assistance, but only down to her undergarments. They had fallen into a pattern where Caelan would hold her with her front to his back, much as Gavan had that first night. Then, Gavan would slowly unlace her corset as he kissed the tops of her shoulders and her neck and removed it. Lizzie’s freed breasts would be tantalizingly fondled by Caelan as Gavan maneuvered her out of her chemise.

  “Were ye a good lass today while we were gone?” Caelan asked.

  That, too, had become ritual. Her husbands had found that there were times she needed to be spanked, even if she hadn’t disobeyed them. There was something fundamental, and profound, about having her bottom blistered that reassured her and kept her from acting out.

  “No, I was a good girl, today,” she replied leaning back against his hard chest.

  He turned her around to face him. Gavan caressed her ass, and she felt his hard cock run along her spine as Caelan pressed her down and offered his cock to her mouth.

  “Open,” he said.

  Lizzie licked her lips and did as she’d been bid.

  Caelan pushed his cock past her lips and teeth to the back of her throat, groaning as he did.

  Gavan steadied her head in order to keep her still so that Caelan could languidly fuck her mouth.

  They might keep her head from moving, but Lizzie used her tongue and her ability to suck to pleasure him. She was rewarded when he groaned heavily, and his staff began to twitch and pulse in her mouth.

  Gavan moved his hands down to her shoulders as Caelan grasped her hair in his hands, using her mouth more forcefully as she tasted the first drop of his pre-cum.

  At first, she had resisted swallowing their cum, but they had insisted and, when she protested, she’d been soundly spanked. Now, she accepted they would send their cum into whatever receptacle they chose; mouth, pussy, or ass. She didn’t particularly like the taste, but it pleased them, and she was given no choice in the matter.

  Caelan rocked his hips, driving into her mouth.

  Lizzie focused on relaxing her jaw so she could take him more deeply as he increased his tempo.

  Calen made noises of deep male gratification and arousal as he took her mouth; it was music to her ears. His cock seemed to swell as it began shooting his load down her throat. He tasted salty, yet sweet, and his cum going down her gullet and into her belly was warm and satisfying.

  When he finished, he opened his eyes and looked down at her and over at Gavan. They often reversed who fucked her mouth, with the other getting his choice of which of her other two pleasure portals he wanted to fuck.

  Slowly, Caelan withdrew from her mouth, and Gavan leaned down to pick her up and take her into the bath where he set her in the water.

  “Scoot forward,” he said.

  As she did so, Gavan stepped into the tub behind her and lowered himself into the water, with Caelan doing the same, except in front of and facing her.

  Leaning against his chest, Gavan would wrap her in his arms as she laid her head on his shoulder. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her as he picked up the washcloth and began to bathe both of them.

  Caelan did the same, never taking his eyes off of them and often reaching over to caress her. Gavan, for the
most part, seemed content to just hold her and allow her to luxuriate in the water.

  She closed her eyes and relaxed against him.

  The water began to cool, and she took both of his hands, which were holding the sides of the tub, and brought them down to her breasts.

  Gavan enclosed both of her mounds, squeezing gently before tracing circles around her areolas and then rolling her already stiff nipples between his strong fingers.

  Lizzie moaned again, but this time in arousal, and not in relaxation.

  Gavan continued to massage her left tit as he trailed his right index finger down the centerline of her body and through the patch of hair covering her mons. He deftly probed until he found her clit and began to mimic with it what he was doing to her left nipple.

  Lizzie squirmed and was rewarded by him pinching both stiffened nubs until she quelled her own need and lay back against him. “Gavan?”

  “Aye, Lizzie?” he murmured.

  “Are you going to keep me in this chilly water, just playing around, or are we going to get out, get in bed, and fuck?” She leaned over to Caelan, taking his semi-erect member in her hand and squeezing gently. “I may not have needed to be spanked, but I do need to be fucked.”

  He smiled. “Who decides when ye get fucked?”

  She pouted, “You, or Gavan.”

  He nodded. “And who does the fucking?”

  “You and Gavan,” she said, hearing Gavan’s sexy chuckle behind her and anticipating the next question.

  “And who gets fucked?”

  “I do.”

  “There’s a good lass,” said Gavan as he stood and exited the tub, offering her his hand. “Do ye think our bride has been good enough to have her way with us?”

  Caelan laughed. “Never, but I’m damn well horny enough that I mean to give her a good ramming. What do ye say you take her cunny, and I’ll have her arse?”

  Lizzie inhaled sharply. There was something deeply satisfying about having the two of them fucking her at the same time.

  They stood her in front of the fire, each holding her wrapped in a towel until they were dried off and had her dried as well.

  “Ye do realize, Lizzie, that yer the only woman the laird there has ever loved.”

  Gavan snorted. “As opposed to the plowboy who loved anything that offered her cunny, or arse, to fuck.”

  She smiled, but wisely decided to remain silent. Even though she stood beside them in front of the fire being dried by them both, she was not a part of the conversation. This was between them and, while they loved her, they loved each other as well. Their love didn’t include fucking, or touching, each other, but it was as profound as the love they each bore for her. She was the most important thing in this life to each and both of them. They all cared for the others and, by sharing her, they had created a family, and a life. Lizzie, who had spent so much of her life alone, was now the center of their world and basked in their light.

  Gavan led her to the bed. “On your knees, Lizzie. I mean to suck yer cunny while Cae gets yer arse ready. Yer going to get fucked by both yer husbands tonight.”

  “Will I be sore in the morning?”

  “Aye, good and sore. I’ve been wanting you all day, as has Caelan.”

  “I like the sound of that. Two husbands, two cocks,” Lizzie purred.

  She was fairly sure there was nothing better in this world than having one husband licking her pussy, supping up her honey, while the other ensured her ass was prepared to take his large cock and then being impaled on both at the same time.

  Gavan rolled her to her side, and she got up on her knees so that her bottom was elevated. He lifted one of her legs and slid underneath her, his own legs hanging off the edge.

  The feel of his hot breath just below her cunny made her moan with arousal.

  He pulled her down onto his face, his tongue plunging directly into her wet heat.

  She continued to moan as he began to lick her cunny.

  He delved inside, sucking at the lips outside her core, nibbling on one, and then kissing and nuzzling the other. Pleasure blossomed throughout her entire body, firing the synapses of her nerves and making her feel as though she outshone the brightest stars.

  She’d survived whole. Lizzie was deeply grateful that her husbands understood what she had done with Gutherie and how it affected her. She had needed their spanking and rough fucking that afternoon, and they had given her what she needed, even though everything in them had wanted only to love and comfort her.

  Gavan continued to lick her sex with pleasure.

  Caelan rubbed the globes of her ass before parting her cheeks. He dipped his fingers in some salve that he used to ease his way into her ass if Gavan was going to be taking her cunny at the same time.

  “Let me get ye nice and slick, sweetheart.” Caelan’s voice caressing her in the same way as his hands, or Gavan’s mouth. It raced along her skin, raising goosebumps as he kissed the small of her back. “Breathe, lass, and stay soft for me. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

  Lizzie felt her pussy pulsing as Gavan licked the swollen nub at the apex of her thighs, drawing his tongue across the bundled nerves and bringing her to climax as Caelan worked the salve in. Lizzie was caught in a vortex of emotional and physical feeling between the soft work of Gavan’s tongue and the erotic caress of Caelan’s fingers as he rimmed her dark rosette. Her toes curled, and she felt her impending climax. So much sensation and sensory overload. She closed her eyes, trying to ride the wave.

  “She’s so tight. She’s going to feel so good,” murmured Caelan to no one in particular as he sank his finger up to the knuckle and plunged it in and out in a gentle motion. “Don’t fight me, lass. Ye know ye want me inside ye as much as I do.”

  Lizzie tried to relax. He was right. Although it was hard to admit and often was uncomfortable, especially at first, she had come to crave Caelan’s cock up her arse in the same way she wanted Gavan’s in her cunny. Best of all was when she had them both at the same time.

  Gavan continued to fuck her with his tongue, stabbing up inside her core before moving to her nub and suckling.

  Lizzie was too close to the edge and, as Caelan continued to finger her dark passage, she slipped over the edge, Gavan’s mouth shooting sparks of pure carnal ecstasy through her system. Her body shuddered as she cried out as her orgasm enveloped her.

  Before she could recover, they were moving her into position, adjusting theirs before she’d even had a chance to completely ride the crest of her climax.

  Gavan rolled out from under her and propped himself on the pillows in front of the iron headboard they had crafted for their enormous bed.

  His cock was proud and strong, silently calling to her to impale herself.

  “Come here, lass. Let’s get my cock settled in yer cunny.”

  Caelan gave her a hand, helping her move over Gavan’s body.

  Lizzie straddled his body with her thighs and, bracing her hands on his chest, lowered herself onto his rigid staff.

  “Aye, Lizzie, that’s it. When yer cunny and arse are still dripping our seed, I’ll fuck your mouth and tickle that soft spot at the back of your throat. Ye’ll get everything I have, and more; but, for now, ye’ll give me what I want.”

  He grasped her hips and pulled down, impaling her on his cock. He was so swollen, she had to work her way down, forcing him in, inch by tantalizing inch. He filled her until she might have questioned if Caelan would have room, but she knew he wouldn’t be denied. “This is where I want to be all the time, Lizzie.”

  Gavan’s hips surged upward, making her see shooting stars in her mind’s eye as her body achieved a kind of perfect storm of feeling and emotion. She’d already come, but she was racing again toward the abyss of pleasure they always provided.

  Caelan placed his hand on her spine and pushed her forward gently.

  “Lean forward, lass. Smash your nipples against Gav’s chest. Him and that monster cock he’s got shoved up yer cunny aren’t giving me
a lot of room.”

  “So you can get your monster cock shoved up my ass?” she teased.

  “Exactly,” he agreed.

  Caelan’s hand pressed against her back. Her nipples rubbed against Gavan’s chest, the dark hair stimulating them.

  Gavan kissed her, his tongue dancing with hers as Caelan pressed his cock to the tight ring of muscle that guarded her ass.

  She whimpered a little as he started to push inside.

  His cock, working its way in, was part pain, part pleasure, and all dominance in its most carnal, erotic form. Lizzie willed herself to relax and allowed him to take what he wanted because she wanted to give it to him.

  Lizzie flattened her back, wanting to feel both of her husbands inside her body, taking pleasure from their possession.

  “Fuck, she’s tight,” said Caelan as the head of his cock slipped inside her dark passage.

  He held himself there, allowing her body to adjust and accept his penetration and knowing, in those few moments, he was driving her wild with desire. Lizzie felt so open and free, possessed and bound to them both.

  “Cae, please,” she mewled, believing she would die if they both didn’t start working the respective hole they’d claimed.

  Lizzie moaned and writhed in their dual embrace. She always reveled in their lovemaking, but this was different. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

  “Hush, now. Let me take my time with ye. Ye feel so good. So tight. So absolutely fucking right. Do ye have any idea how happy ye make us?”

  Caelan pressed in, filling her with his cock.

  Lizzie fought every instinct and need she had to begin to move on their cocks on her own but knew that would result in both of them withdrawing, her getting spanked and punished. Wanting to avoid that, she forced herself to obey and remained still.

  She hated and loved this strange mix of pleasure, pain, fullness, and intimacy. She felt trapped in the most hedonistic and purest way possible.

  Caelan continued to press forward until she could feel his balls resting against her. Both of her husbands were as deep as possible,

  Suddenly curious, she asked, “Can you feel him?”