I tried to lift my head, but only managed to lift it far enough to catch Ford’s worried expression. I had hurt their feelings. They thought I wanted another man. A married man! “No! That’s not it at all. I don’t want him to touch me. Never. I never wanted that.”
Ford’s eyes gentled, but the dark green depths still held shadows. “Then tell us the truth, wife. What caused such a strong reaction in you?”
“I can’t—” I shook my head and buried my face in the blankets as Logan pulled two fingers out, then fucked me with three.
“Is this what you want from Xander?”
The pleasure was exquisite and I felt my pussy flood with additional wetness to ease his way. “No.”
“Tell me now.”
“There’s nothing to tell.”
Logan’s sigh was more a snarl of frustration and he spanked me hard and fast. I lost count of the number of times his hot palm made contact with my bare bottom, but as the sting faded into a liquid heat it spread through my body, making me feel warm and safe and numb. Maybe I should just tell them the truth. Maybe they wouldn’t think poorly of me. They seemed kind and courteous to Emily and her men. And I hadn’t spied on purpose.
“It was an accident!” Logan’s hand stilled and I gathered my wits enough to speak, turning my tear-filled gaze to Ford. “I didn’t mean to.”
Ford’s gaze was soft, patient. “Didn’t mean to do what, love? You can tell us.”
Logan hadn’t taken his fingers out of my pussy while he spanked me, and the heat of his swats now felt like hot caramel that had melted and spread across my flesh to burrow deep into my core. I took a deep breath and blurted out the truth.
“I saw them, in Drummond, at the hotel. I saw them.” I drew big, ragged gulps of air into my lungs, but Ford simply nodded. Logan stood behind me like a statue, waiting.
“Saw them what?”
“I saw them fucking in their hotel room.” I scrunched my eyelids closed, hard, so I wouldn’t have to see the look of disgust on Ford’s face when I admitted the rest. “It was late. Really late and both of my sisters were already asleep. I heard a woman crying out and I thought she was in pain, so I…”
Ford lifted his hand from my shoulder and began to run a gentle finger along my cheek. “And what, love? You saw them fucking?”
“Yes.”
“All three of them, naked and wild?” Logan’s rough growl came from behind me and he moved his fingers in and out of me slowly as he spoke.
“Yes.”
Logan’s fingers pulled out fast, then plunged deep and I gasped. “And you liked it? Didn’t you, Lizzie? It made you hot. It made you want to come. And when you look at Xander…” His voice trailed off and I opened my eyes to see Ford’s frown.
“When she sees Xander, she can’t get the image of him fucking Emily out of her mind.”
Logan sighed. “I’m afraid that is a problem.” He ran a fingertip over my clit and my gasp nearly caused me to miss his next question. “What was Xander doing to Emily, love?”
I shook my head, but he rubbed my clit again, then removed his soaking wet fingers to rub over the virgin rosette of my ass. “Was Xander taking her from behind? Was his cock here?” As he spoke, Logan slowly pressed the tip of a finger into my virgin hole and I moaned. “Did you watch, Lizzie? Did you watch and imagine Xander was fucking you?”
I couldn’t say it. I just couldn’t.
Logan was relentless. He had a finger fully inside me now, the stretching and burning sensation was driving me to distraction, but I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on a response because he fucked my pussy with his other hand, filling both holes at once. “Yes!”
I meant the word as a request, not an admission, but it served as both. Ford leaned over, his wicked voice in my ear as Logan left me for a moment, then returned, quickly. I could not see Logan, but I didn’t need to. I could feel him, for within seconds both of his hands were where they had been before—invading my body with an expertise that made me dizzy.
Ford whispered, “Yes, you watched, didn’t you? Did you like what they were doing to Emily? Did they take her together? Did they fill her up? Did you imagine yourself between two men, your husbands, as they both fucked you together?”
I groaned and pushed back against Logan’s hands, unable to voice my desires.
“Keep talking, Ford, she likes it.” Logan pulled his finger free of my ass and I felt a strange sensation, as if he were placing liquid or oil inside me. But he distracted me with his other hand on my clit and I had to focus to listen to Ford.
“Do you want us to fuck you like that, Lizzie? Do you want one of us to fill your pussy while the other puts a nice hard cock in your ass?” I bit my lip and he traced it with his finger as I opened my eyes to look at him. Pure, raw lust shone from his eyes into mine as he continued. “Because that’s what we want, too.”
“But first, you have to be ready.” Logan spoke and I felt the round end of something hard probe my back entrance, hard, and a lot bigger then Logan’s finger had been. I stiffened, but Ford shook his head and I froze.
“We’ve got to get you ready, love. Logan is going to put something inside that tight little arse of yours, something that will help you get ready for us.”
I felt the invasion, slow and deliberate, as Logan pressed forward, then pulled back, twisting and working something hard and round into my ass. With a pop, I felt it slide past my inner muscles to settle deep within. Outside my body, a round object felt like it laid flat against my bottom.
“Good girl.” I heard Logan drop his pants to the floor, but was still shocked when he grabbed my hips and pulled me backward, off the bed and onto his lap. I moaned in shock and need as I felt his hard cock probe my aching pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you now, Lizzie? Are you ready? Do you want to know what my cock will feel like with that nice, big plug shoved deep in your arse?”
The dirty talk made me squirm and I tried to impale myself on his hard length. He tsked, and locked his hands on my hips, holding me too high to get what I so desperately wanted. “No, love. No more denying the fire. You burn so nice and hot for us, and we love it. Don’t we, Ford?”
My attention had been so completely focused on Logan, that I missed Ford’s movement. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his cock on display, rising from his lap right in front of me. If I leaned forward, I could taste him as I’d tasted Logan last time. I wanted to know if he felt the same on my tongue, if he, too, was like the softest silk wrapped around steel.
Torn between my two desires, I lost track of what Logan had said to me. Ford grinned as he caught my eye. “I’m pretty sure she forgot the question, Logan. Better ask her again.”
Logan obliged. “Do you want me to fuck you now, Lizzie?”
Damned to hell as I was for fucking two men who were not mine, I gave in to my base desires. Hell was hell. It couldn’t get any worse. And I wanted my men, hot and rough and hard. “Yes. I want your cock, Logan.” I licked my lips and met Ford’s gaze. “But I want Ford’s cock, too.”
Ford threw his head back and laughed, but Logan lifted me and shifted us both forward several inches, until my head was directly above Ford’s hard length.
“Suck on his cock, Lizzie. Deep, all the way to your throat, and I’ll give you what you want.” Logan’s command made my blood sing and I eagerly lowered my head to Ford’s cock, taking him deep and hard and fast, the way I knew would drive him crazy.
When I had taken him as deep as I could, his soft tip brushing the back of my throat, I started to pull back, but Ford’s hands gripped my hair, only allowing me to lift off his cock enough to breathe as I felt Logan’s cock breach my wet pussy, stretching me, filling me, too much. With the plug in my ass, his giant cock filled me too full, too wide, too big.
Logan’s hips shifted and he pushed up, fucking me from behind, pushing and pushing until he was buried balls deep and my bare bottom rested against his thighs.
Logan stilled and Ford let me go. I lifted
my mouth from his cock and raised my head to the ceiling, a soft cry escaping me. I was totally overwhelmed. I didn’t know what to do.
Ford solved my problem. “Take my cock deep. Fuck me with your mouth the way you want Logan to fuck your pussy.”
I lowered my lips to the crown of Ford’s cock and Logan pulled out of me until just the top of him remained inside my wet heat. “That’s all you want, little girl?”
No, that was not all.
I wrapped one hand around the base of Ford’s cock and took him hard and fast, my mouth moving over him as fast and furious as I could take him in.
Behind me, Logan growled and fucked me the way I wanted, hard and fast.
Ford came first, his thick cum shooting down my throat as I kept moving on him.
When I released him, he lifted me, pulling me forward until my cheek rested on his chest, freeing Logan to fuck me harder and faster from behind.
With one long arm, Ford reached down beneath me and stroked my clit as Logan slammed into me over and over. The first orgasm rushed through me like a lightning strike, the pulsing spasms of my pussy walls all the more powerful because of the plug that filled my ass.
Logan slowed his pace, tilting his hips to hit a place inside me that made me come again before Logan finally filled me with his seed.
I collapsed when it was over. Logan left me and returned with a soft cloth he used to clean me, then brought me a drink, first a sip of whiskey, then cool water.
My caveman turned caretaker. He did not remove the butt plug. When I asked, Ford chuckled and said it was meant to prepare me to take both of them and needed to remain in me.
Since that was what I still wanted, I didn’t argue.
When we were all cleaned up and settled in a big heap of snuggling bodies on the bed, my men wrapped themselves around me, and I slept.
Chapter Ten
Elizabeth
Ever since we alighted from the stage in Hayes, my entire world had been turned upside-down. Perhaps it began when we left Omaha. Either way, this was the first time I felt in control of my life. It was silly really, but I was making pancakes. Pancakes and blueberry muffins, sliced ham, fried potatoes, scrambled eggs and a variety of other items for the morning meal.
We’d walked to Kane and Ian’s house where we had dinner the night before and I’d asked if I could help make breakfast. A big man with a thick Scottish brogue named Connor all but dragged me into the kitchen. Anne and Emily were helping him, but they graciously accepted my assistance. Anne was a little distracted with her son, Christopher, who did not take to waiting very well. At two, he sat at the kitchen table and had some sliced ham while the rest of the food cooked.
When I noticed the fire was a little high beneath the pancakes, Connor happily handed me his spatula. I’d been in front of the stove ever since, content.
“Don’t forget the butter, Connor,” I called over my shoulder.
“Did you used to run a boardinghouse?” Anne asked as she cut another piece of ham for Christopher.
“No. My uncle was very particular about his meals; all of the food had to be evenly hot.”
Emily paused before taking a platter from a sideboard. She laughed. “The men here only care that it’s tasty and plentiful.”
“Aye. We are not verra picky,” Connor added.
I stirred the potatoes, then added another dollop of lard to the pan.
“You seem to have adjusted well to becoming a bride,” Anne offered, a sly smile on her lips.
I turned pink, but it hopefully was hidden by the heat of the stove.
“I heard you were to marry a mean man and that Logan and Ford saved you.”
Her words made my stomach sour. I’d forgotten, what with being spanked and fucked and plugged and all, about the proxy marriage letter. Ford and Logan had saved me, but I was actually married to Mr. Jenkins.
“Yes, from what they said, he was going to share me with his sons.”
“That’s nay what your men are doing with you,” Connor said. He leaned a hip against the sideboard and crossed his arms. “Giving you to his grown sons is akin to rape. Logan and Ford married you. While not legally for both of them, but Logan sees Ford’s name as his in that church ledger.”
I swallowed at the vehemence of his words. “I know.”
“Are you all right then, with everything they do to you?” Emily asked, her voice low, but with the way the corner of Connor’s mouth turned up, he heard just the same.
This time none of them could miss the hot blush on my cheeks. I delayed an answer by scooping up the crispy potatoes into a bowl. Connor came over and took it from me, carried it into the dining room. I waited until he was gone to speak.
“Emily, I… I have a confession.” Ford and Logan had shown me that I shouldn’t be ashamed of my feelings. Watching Emily and her men that night had, in a strange way, set me free. I was no longer ashamed of it, but I felt I needed to let her know why I’d been acting so strangely.
“Oh?” she asked. She took a pitcher of water from the pump sink and gave it to Connor when he came back in. Taking the hint, he turned around and left once again.
“I… um, I saw you, in Drummond.”
“That’s all right. But now I feel badly that I didn’t say hello. You must have been terrified to come here. I could have talked to you about it. Helped.” She was so nice, so thoughtful and yet I knew she liked her men to pull on her hair and fuck her hard. I glanced away.
“No, I mean, I saw you in your hotel room late that night. With Xander and Tyler.” I bit my lip, then took a deep breath. “I didn’t know who you were back then. I was in the room next door. I thought you were in pain. I got up to help, went out onto the balcony, and saw you all—together.” I exhaled and turned back to the potatoes.
She was quiet for a minute, yet Anne was laughing.
Emily tilted her head to look at me as if I were truly odd. “That’s why you’re petrified of Xander?”
“I’m not petrified. I’m just embarrassed, really. I should have turned away, once I figured it out. But you were so—I mean, I saw you… well, you know.” I spoke to the potatoes, not Emily.
“If I remember correctly, oh God, yes, that was a very good night.” She leaned over, inserting her face between mine and the potatoes so I would have to look at her. “They took me together that night. Have your men truly shared you yet?”
“It’s too soon. They have to prepare her first,” Anne said, coming up to stand on the other side of me. Her words brought to mind the large plug Logan had placed in my ass the day before. I felt stretched and slightly sore, but that was all. If it meant I could have what Emily had—well, I wasn’t going to say no.
Emily took my silence for shame and tried to ease my mind. “Don’t be embarrassed. Bridgewater men are different. They are more dominant and demanding—”
“Caring.”
“Possessive.”
“Rugged.”
Emily ran her hands up over her abdomen and slid them, shamelessly, over her full breasts as if remembering her lovers’ touch. “Our men are more virile than others. Trust me, I was married before and I know. Perhaps it was because they’ve been to war. Perhaps because of the customs of Mohamir. Maybe their fucking is so intense because it’s always two of them claiming you at once. I don’t know the reason, and I don’t care. With my husbands, I always come first.”
Anne laughed. “Usually more than once.” She began to lift the bacon from a frying pan with a long, sharp fork. “Rebecca will have to tell you about the time Connor and Dash dragged her away from the lunch table and fucked her over Kane’s desk while the rest of them finished their meal.”
I know my jaw dropped, but I closed it quickly and looked at Anne to see if her words were a jest. They weren’t and I blushed at the thought of Ford and Logan fucking me, making me cry out and beg while an entire table full of people finished a meal in the next room.
The thoughts were a distraction I did not need, so I focused on
scooping the potatoes into a bowl Emily handed to me before they burned.
“Ach, we did at that,” Connor said, coming in and taking the filled bowl. He winked at me with a sly grin. “Anne, I believe, was so needy one day that her men spanked her and then fucked her in the living room during dinner.”
Anne did flush then, but she smiled as she thought about it. “My milk had come in and I was tired and fretful and needy. Andrew and Robert knew what I needed.”
“A good orgasm—or three,” Emily said, then burst out laughing.
I was stunned by their casual approach to fucking. It was not kept behind closed doors and the men didn’t treat the women as whores to be fucked and used, but as their cherished brides. It was how Logan and Ford made me feel: cherished. Special. Adored.
It was then that Logan stuck his head into the kitchen. “Everything all right in here?” he asked, clearly checking on me. Heat spread through my chest at the sight of him, and it had nothing to do with lust, and everything to do with a strange new feeling I wasn’t ready to face yet.
“I’m fine, Logan. Thank you.”
He entered the kitchen with a grin before leaning down to kiss my temple, his heart in his eyes. I felt a longing then, a happiness at seeing him that surprised me, and I smiled back, leaning into his gentle touch.
“Your wife is learning all about Bridgewater men and their… expectations during dinner.” Connor slapped Logan on the back as he carried the platter of ham away.
Emily lifted her hands to her hips and raised a brow, looking every bit like an angry schoolteacher as she spoke to Logan. “Lizzie was telling us that you are neglecting her training, not satisfying all of her needs.”
“What?” I sputtered, seeing Emily’s eyes fill with the very devil as Anne burst out laughing. “I said no such thing.”
Logan arched one dark brow. “Is that so?”
“It is,” Emily confirmed.
“Anne, please go tell Ford that our wife needs tending,” Logan said. He came over to me and took my hand, leading me to the back door, which was open to let the heat out. “Emily, will you finish plating the rest of the food with Connor?”
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