Their Blushing Bride (Bridgewater Brides)

by Celeste Jones

  In the crush of people and excited chatter, Rye and Keane kept a watchful eye on me, which I found immensely comforting. I had not anticipated such a welcome, though. Of course, other than the rantings of Mr. Richard Garner, which contrasted dramatically with the clear affection Rye and Keane had for the ranch and its inhabitants, I knew very little of life at Bridgewater and nothing at all about the other residents.

  We’d managed to arrive just in time for the noon meal and were ushered inside a cozy home where Rhys, Cross, Simon, and their wife Olivia lived. I tried to hide my surprise when I realized that Olivia had not two husbands, but three.

  "Oh, don’t you worry about that," Olivia laughed, patting my arm. "I’m a bit shocked by it myself." Then she leaned in close and whispered, "but I couldn’t be happier. I know you’ll be happy too, with Rye and Keane. Though I’ll admit I was skeptical when they claimed they were going to find a bride in a week, but those two did it in half that time." She laughed again, and her blue eyes sparkled with warmth and good humor.

  "It has been a whirlwind." That was a large understatement.

  "Well, welcome to Bridgewater," she said, glancing over my shoulder. "I can see that your men are watching you with hungry eyes. And I don’t think it’s because of the stew I’ve got on the stove." Olivia winked at me. "Being a Bridgewater bride is the best. I can’t wait for us to get to know each other better. But I suspect it might be a few days before those two let you out of the bedroom. You’d best eat up. You’ll need your strength." She laughed again then paused, taking in my heated blush.

  "Oh, Lily," she said, "forgive me. I forget that not everyone is used to the way we talk around here. I certainly meant no offense. I’ve been out here in the wilderness too long. I guess I’m starting to act uncivilized."

  "Please," I implored, leaning toward her. Something about her drew me in, and I hoped we’d become friends. It had been a long time since I’d had a friend. "Do not concern yourself. I am rather new to all of this, but"—I glanced around and caught Keane and Rye looking at me. Their heated gazes caused the pulses between my thighs to begin in earnest—"I am quite happy to be here and especially happy to meet you."

  "I’m sure we’ll become great friends. We’ll have a little get-together in a few days, and you can meet some of the other girls."

  "How many are there?"

  "Hm." She counted on her fingers. "I guess about fourteen."

  I reared back. I had no idea. "Oh my."

  Olivia laughed again. "Don’t worry, we don’t bite."

  "Hey, woman." A dark haired man wrapped his arm around Olivia’s slim waist. "We’re getting hungry. And I don’t think Rye and Keane want to be hanging around here all afternoon, if you know what I mean." He gave her bottom a sharp swat, and she squealed and giggled. "Simon!" she cried out. "We have company!"

  "Oh, nothing she isn’t going to get used to very quickly herself," he replied then turned to me with a smile that went all the way to his dark eyes. "I’d never want to embarrass a woman on purpose, especially not a newcomer to Bridgewater. I hope you’ll forgive my exuberance, Lily."

  "Of course," I said. He was certainly charming, and the way he looked at Olivia made me like him immediately.

  "Let’s go and have a seat." Keane came up and put his arm around my waist. "Thanks for inviting us to eat with you, Simon."

  "Happy to do it," our host replied.

  I was settled into a seat between Rye and Keane. I did a hurried count and determined about ten people were around the table, each woman situated between two men. I wondered how Olivia’s three husbands managed. I’d have to ask her about that sometime.

  Then I giggled to myself. Who’d ever have thought that would be a topic of conversation in my life?

  "What’s so funny, Lily?" Rye whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver through me.

  "I-I’m happy to be here," I replied. True, but not exactly the correct answer to his question.

  Olivia and another man, I assumed it was one of her husbands, entered the room. He carried a large pot of stew, which he set on the table while Olivia distributed two plates of steaming cornbread. Keane put a slice of cornbread on my plate while Rye filled my glass with milk. Then Keane took my plate and ladled a helping of stew onto it.

  I hadn’t thought I was hungry, but the sights and smells of Olivia’s meal opened up my appetite. "This looks delicious, Olivia, thank you," I said, spreading my napkin over my lap.

  The meal was a raucous affair with lots of chatter and good natured ribbing around the table, particularly amongst the men, though a couple of the women gave as good as they got.

  This was not like any meal I’d had at the Garners’ house.

  "I understand you’re from Butte," another woman—oh, why wasn’t I better with names?—said to me from across the table.

  "Yes, I am," I replied.

  "But now she’s from Bridgewater," Rye interjected, pulling me close and kissing me, right there in front of everyone. When it ended I was dazed and blushing. I glanced around the table, certain I’d see shocked expressions from the others, but no one acted as though they’d even noticed.

  The woman across the table gave me a smile. "They’re all so possessive." She shook her head. "And I love it."

  "You’d better," a man on her left growled before ravishing her mouth.

  I’d never observed such a passionate kiss, and I felt a flush cross my cheeks. I should have turned away, but I couldn’t.

  "I bet they never taught you about this sort of thing at finishing school, did they?" Keane whispered in my ear. "What does it do to you when you watch the way Tyler is taking care of Emily?"

  "I-I..."

  On my left, Rye’s hand slid up my skirt. I gasped when he slipped his finger between the folds of my sex. "She’s very wet," he said, barely even trying to keep his voice low. "I think she likes watching."

  "Well, if that’s the case," Simon answered, cupping Olivia’s face between his palms and lowering his mouth to hers. She moaned deep in her throat and buried her fingers in his hair, responding enthusiastically to his kiss, and when Simon finished, she turned to the husband on her other side.

  Before I knew it, men and women all around the table were engaging in what might have looked like a kissing competition. Or an orgy. The room echoed with moans and sighs of pleasure.

  Meanwhile, my breath caught in my throat, and I squirmed in my seat. Rye’s fingers were fully engulfed in my pussy while Keane’s lips caressed the delicate flesh near my ear. "You like watching, don’t you? Oh, naughty, naughty, Lily."

  I wanted to object to his statement, but what could I say? The evidence was there, oozing between the lips of my sex.

  Rye removed his hand, and an involuntary protest flew from my lips. Both my husbands stood, pulling me up between them. "Olivia," Keane said, "thank you for a lovely meal, but it seems we need to get home and attend to our bride."

  I shrieked with embarrassment. "Keane!"

  "You need to learn the most important rule at Bridgewater," Rye said.

  "Wh-what’s that?" I asked, almost afraid to find out the answer.

  "At Bridgewater," Rye called out.

  "A woman’s needs come first!" the others chimed in.

  We left the house to the shouts and applause of the others. I’d never been so embarrassed and proud at the same time. My men wanted me, and they didn’t care who knew it. On the other hand, all those people in there, my new neighbors, surely believed I was wanton. A hussy. Scandalous!

  As we stepped off the porch, Rhys rushed out the door, a brown-paper-wrapped parcel in his hands. "You’re gonna need these," he said, passing the package to Keane and giving him a wink.

  9

  KEANE

  * * *

  "Rye! Keane!" Lily glared from one of us to the other, indignant. "How could you embarrass me like that, in front of everyone? I don’t even know them and now, what will they think of me?"

  Ah, poor Lily. I could see the way
her genteel upbringing warred with her newly awakened urges and desires. Her inhibitions had been lowered, but now she’d raised them again. Well, we’d see about that.

  I scooped her up and tossed her over my shoulder, landing a hard swat on her ass as we moved through the ranch to the home we’d all share. "Lily, you’re at Bridgewater now. We live according to our own rules, not society’s."

  "B-but," she sputtered.

  We arrived at our home rapidly, no doubt due to my eagerness to be alone with Lily. Rye obviously felt the same since he’d run ahead and opened the front door. I slipped Lily down and held her in a more ladylike manner as we crossed the threshold for the first time as married people. I do try to be traditional about some things.

  Rye closed the door behind us, and I took Lily straight to the master bedroom we’d all share. Rye and I had separate rooms, but now that we had married Lily, we’d save the other bedroom for our children.

  Children. God, I couldn’t wait to see Lily’s body swollen with our offspring.

  Not that I needed any motivation to want to fuck the living daylights out of her.

  "Is she still wet?" Rye asked as soon as he entered the room.

  "You’ll have to check," I replied, tugging my boots off and stripping out of my clothes.

  Lily lay upon the bed, her cheeks still red with embarrassment. She had her arms folded over her chest and a decidedly unfriendly expression on her face. Rye paused and took in her countenance then turned to me.

  "Our bride seems conflicted," he said.

  I shrugged. "She’s not used to things around here. Hell, she’s been living with those uptight prigs in Butte. It could take a while to get the taint of something like that off of you."

  "Well, she’d better get used to it." Rye pulled off his boots, too, and began to strip.

  "She will." I dropped my shirt onto the back of a chair.

  By then I was naked and stood next to the bed gazing down at her. She gave me an angry scowl, but her eyes soon strayed to my cock. My fully erect and ready to fuck some sense into her cock.

  "Like what you see, Lily?"

  She turned her head away with a huff.

  "I think she’s mad," Rye observed.

  "I’m right here." She glared at us. "You can stop talking about me like I’m a potted plant."

  "I like it when she gets snippy," I said.

  "Argh!" She scowled and glared some more.

  Rye, usually not prone to coddle anyone, sat on the edge of the mattress and drew her into his arms, which was a bit of a challenge since she was determined to hold her body stiff.

  "Okay, kitten. What seems to be the problem?"

  She drew in a shuddering breath, and tears glimmered in her eyes.

  Damn.

  Not tears. I could not handle tears. And I doubted if Rye would be any better.

  However, we could not let her pout or disobey us.

  "I-I told you. You embarrassed me. In front of everyone. H-how am I supposed to be able to show my face around here after that?" Worry filled her expression, and it pained me to see her distressed.

  "Darlin’"—I knelt and placed my hand on her leg—"did anyone make hurtful comments to you?"

  She paused. Sniffled. Thought. "N-no, I suppose not."

  "Or act in a way that made you feel unwelcome?"

  She shook her head. "No, I actually felt surprisingly welcome," she said, her mood lifting somewhat, and the tears remained at bay. Thank fuck.

  "Did anyone laugh at you?" Rye asked, his voice more gentle than I’d ever heard it.

  "They all laughed."

  Rye tipped her chin up. "There is a difference between laughing because everyone was having a good time and they were happy for us and laughing at your expense. I can assure you, Lily, if anyone had laughed at your expense, they’d have gotten my fist to their jaw."

  "And if it had been any of the women, their men would have turned them over their knees right then and there."

  She blinked. "Really?"

  "Of course, really. You’re ours, and if anyone hurts you, physically or emotionally, they will answer to us," I said, standing and holding my fists up. "I’m a trained fighter, you know."

  She looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on my stiff manhood. "Cockfighting?" she asked with a smirk.

  My jaw hung open.

  "Did our sweet, innocent, blushing Lily just make a cock joke?" I asked.

  "It would appear so," Rye replied, shaking his head from side to side. "Will wonders never cease." He gazed down at her affectionately. "You are certainly full of surprises, naughty Lily."

  LILY

  * * *

  I made a joke and then wished the floor would open and swallow me. Where had that come from?

  "I’ve never been around people who behaved like that. It’s a lot to get used to." I squirmed, remembering the scene around the table with everyone kissing. The sights and sounds of it echoed in my head.

  Rye tightened his arms around me and kissed my temple, a gesture I found particularly comforting, as though I was precious to him. "Life here at Bridgewater is different from life outside. That’s the way we want it, what each person on the ranch is committed to. I guess I have gotten accustomed to it myself, which is saying a lot for someone raised from birth to take his place in British society, and even I forgot it might be overwhelming and strange for you."

  Keane knelt down again, taking my hand in his. "We were so proud and happy to have you meet our friends, our Bridgewater family, I guess we didn’t consider how it might be for you. I’m sorry."

  "Thank you," I said, stunned. I was not accustomed to people taking my feelings into account and definitely not used to anyone offering me an apology, particularly not men. These Bridgewater men, my Bridgewater men, were unlike anyone else on the planet, and a sense of my good fortune at being with them warmed me. "I am sorry I jumped to conclusions."

  "It seems we all made some assumptions," Rye replied, ever the voice of reason. "However," he continued, "that does not excuse your pouting and petulance. When you have a problem, when something is on your mind, you need to tell us. Have we given you any reason to think we wouldn’t give your words and feelings our utmost care? That your needs wouldn’t come before ours?"

  I looked at him; his demeanor and words were sincere. A glance at Keane revealed the same. "I-I will keep that in mind. It is a rather foreign concept to me, but I will do my best."

  I paused for a moment, trying to make sense of their words and deeds. "You two are not like anyone I’ve ever known."

  "Thank you," Keane grinned. "That is the highest form of compliment."

  Rye tipped my chin up again. "Is there anything else you need to tell us? Do you have more concerns? We want to know. We always want to know your worries and your joys. Understand?"

  "I understand. And no, I can’t think of anything else that is of concern to me."

  "Then we ought to get on with the fucking, don’t you think?" Rye said.

  I squealed. "Rye!"

  "Do you object to my frank words?" he asked, eyes sparkling with humor.

  "I...I...I am not used to such language," I said, honestly. "But"—I glanced up at Keane as well— "I am not opposed to your suggestion."

  "That’s our girl!" Rye laid me back, and the two of them set about undressing me in a rush. Moments later, I was naked, sandwiched between them on the big bed.

  "I think it’s time we gave you a proper Bridgewater welcome." Keane ran kisses from one shoulder blade to the other, sending shivers across my flesh. He slipped his hands around to cup my breasts, his thumbs stroking over my nipples.

  "I believe we started out discussing whether or not your cunny was wet." Rye ran his hands up my calves and then higher, working his fingers along the juncture of my thighs and womanly core. He touched the edge of my pussy and inhaled sharply. "Oh, yes, little Lily, so wet. Much wetter than when we first arrived."

  Keane held me from the back while Rye lowered his face to suck
on the lips of my pussy. I inhaled sharply as his tongue plunged between the walls of my sex.

  "Mm. How does that feel, Lily, having Rye’s tongue in your pussy?" Keane whispered into my ear.

  I was still getting used to their direct talk, particularly as it related to my body and all things sexual. When I hesitated, Keane gave one of my nipples an attention-getting pinch. "Tell me, Lily. What’s it like to have Rye’s tongue on you there?"

  I gulped, and heat suffused my face. "It f-feels wonderful. It makes me even w-wetter," I stated, feeling like I had accomplished a great deal in speaking those words out loud.

  "Fuck!" Rye pulled out for a moment. "I think she likes talking dirty. Her pussy spasmed and gushed with even more of her juices."

  "No," I cried out. "It cannot be."

  Behind me, Keane’s body moved as he chuckled. "Let me see," he said. "Trade me places, Rye."

  "Damn. I hate to leave this spot, but you take a turn."

  They switched, Rye fondling my breasts from behind while Keane buried his face between my thighs.

  "Tell me, naughty Lily," Rye said, "what part of your body is Keane sucking on?"

  "Oh, n-no. I c-can’t."

  "Of course you can, kitten. You’re with your husbands. You’re safe. You know we expect you to obey us." Rye kissed along my throat, and desire built within me, growing stronger each moment. "Besides, if you don’t say the words, Keane will stop. And you won’t be allowed to have your climax."

  "Wha—?" No climax? I was already quivering and on the verge. Could they really deny me?

  "Yes, we can and will absolutely deny you," Rye said, as though reading my mind. "Now, answer my question."

  "K-Keane is s-sucking on my c-clitty." I whispered the words in a rush, but it didn’t feel nearly as sordid as I’d expected.

  "Good girl," Rye said.

  Keane paused for a moment. "Damn. You’re right. She gets wetter when she talks dirty."

  "I told you," Rye replied.

  "Well," Keane said, "now that we’ve settled that, it’s time to get serious about the fucking."