Their Captivated Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 3)

by Vanessa Vale

  Watching Emma with one of her doting husbands made me feel wistful. While Uncle Allen had doted on me and loved me, he'd had a secret family on the side, one he hadn't wished to include me in. Yes, I'd been involved with the Tannenbaums from the beginning, even being friends with their son, Tyler, who had moved to Billings the year before.

  Tyler was two years old than I was, and we'd grown up together. His parents doted him on, but the Tannenbaums weren't his only parents. He had Uncle Allen, too. Was he Tyler's father, and I had never known it? They'd kept me on the periphery all this time. Surely Tyler knew the arrangement of his parents—two fathers and a mother, perhaps he'd even known we were actually cousins—while I hadn't known a thing. My parents had died in a stage accident, leaving me behind on their way to Bozeman.

  Finding out about Uncle Allen’s secret life had left me feeling somehow betrayed, as if I’d been an outsider all along.

  I felt like an outsider now as I watched Emma, Ian and their baby. The bond was there between them, and with Kane as well. The other women had a place on the ranch, each of them a loving life with their men. But me? I was lost. I felt...extraneous and out of sorts. I didn't really know anything about Rhys, Cross or Simon and that only added to my discomfort.

  Once Emma had the baby settled down to nurse, they glanced at each other, then at me. The meal was forgotten, at least for the moment. "You asked after their pasts. I think they've all had hardships, Ian especially." Emma looked both wistful and angry, probably because she wanted to protect her man from the burdens of his past, but couldn't. "I've heard some of what happened to them—Simon and Rhys—in Mohamir, for Ian is the one wanted for the crimes he didn't commit," Emma told me, her voice bitter. "But none of the men have shared details of what the crimes actually are, other than that their commander, Evans, killed innocent people."

  "Simon woke up from a nightmare the other night, calling out the word alea, but I don't know what it means, or if it is something in that country's language or a name. When I asked if he was all right, he said 'dinna worry yerself' and held me as he fell back asleep." I shrugged. "He just seems to carry the past with him more heavily than most. Cross, too. He wasn't even with them in Mohamir. He's hinted at a terrible childhood, but again, he won't tell me more."

  They all held secrets, it seemed. Everyone held secrets from me.

  Laurel looked understanding. "Your men are more reserved, as we don't know much either. They'll tell you in time, if they choose. Just be there for him, tend to them as much as they tend to you. They might be big and formidable, especially Simon, but they have their weaknesses, they just don't show them often."

  "Don't forget the biscuits," Emma reminded Laurel, who went to the oven to check on them.

  "Their biggest weakness is now Olivia," Ann said, moving out of the way for Laurel as she stirred a pot on the stove. "They've taken on your enemy as their own."

  When we arrived for lunch, Rhys told everyone about how we met, the threat to my life by Mr. Peters and now I felt guilty, for in truth, besides protecting me through marriage, my men would also have to defend against anything he might do. They'd assumed my burdens, even though they seemed to carry plenty of their own. Had they done this because they felt guilt at buying the horse from the man who may have burned down my house?

  "I'm glad it doesn't bother you that the stud horse they purchased came from him," Laurel said, passing by me with a handful of cloth napkins to place on a tray.

  I paused in the middle of a cut, knife in the air. While I hadn't forgotten that the men bought the horse from Mr. Peters, I'd put it to the back of my mind. It raised questions I hadn't considered before - questions that only now came about as I was married and entrenched in Bridgewater.

  I stood and offered a small smile, wiping my hands together. "Will you excuse me for a moment?"

  The ladies looked at me with surprise since I'd abruptly stood and wanted to leave in the middle of a conversation, but nodded. I left the kitchen and followed the men's voices to the room off the front entry. Comfortable chairs faced a cold fireplace. With eleven men in the room, they sat in the chairs but also leaned against the wall, relaxed and in easy conversation. When they saw me, they stood. While they all looked at me, the only men whose gazes held heat and possession were my three.

  Rhys came over to me first, followed by Cross and Simon. "Is everything all right?" They gazes raked over me as if confirming nothing had happened to me in the short duration I was out of their sight.

  "Why did you keep Mr. Peter's horse?" I asked.

  Simon's brow quirked at the question. "Is there something wrong with the animal?" he asked.

  I shook my head. "He seems a fine horse, but if you dislike the man who sold him to you so much, why do business with him?"

  "We didna know his actions toward ye before the deal was done," Simon said. "Remember, I hadna met you at the dance as these blokes had, for I was with Peters at the saloon." He didn't seem happy about it either.

  I remembered the first time I saw Simon—outside in front of my house in just my robe—and how he'd looked at me with worry and something else. I didn't know it then, but the look was most definitely lust.

  "Yet you gave your money to a man I dislike, whom my uncle dislikes, and from what I understand, you don't like him either."

  Rhys leaned against the back of a chair so we were of similar height. "We wanted the horse, not him. Our relationship with the bloody man is done."

  "Why do business with such a...bloody man?" I put my hands on my hips. "You know how I feel about him."

  "Do you want us to return the horse, is that what you're asking?" Cross asked. "Are you making us choose between you and the horse?"

  Was I? I felt irrationally angry all of a sudden, as if they were content giving money to a man who was so....dishonorable.

  "I just didn't consider it before now, as you are all so mind-consuming." Wicked grins spread across all three men's faces. "It just seems as if you are condoning his behavior."

  Rhys narrowed his eyes in thought.

  "And we are condoning your behavior right now," Rhys countered. "What's the matter, love? You seem as if you're itching for an argument. You've known ever since the dance we bought the stud horse from him and have not mentioned a concern before now. If you need attention, love, all you had to do was ask."

  "I am not—"

  Rhys held up his hand.

  "We are a large group and I would think daunting for you," Cross said. He looked to Simon, who nodded.

  "We were going to take ye home and fuck ye good and hard, but it seems ye canna wait." Simon reached for her hand. "Come, we will fuck ye now."

  Simon tugged me across the room, the other two following. "What? Wait!" I dug my heels in but there was no way I could compete with Simon in strength. "We can't...I mean, the men, they're all staring!"

  Heat flooded my cheeks at the thought. Simon pulled me out of the room, down the hall and into what appeared to be an office. I could barely hear the men's voices from the other room and we were on the opposite side of the house from the kitchen. Rhys closed the door behind him, and I was surrounded by my men with nowhere to go. The room seemed so small with them looming.

  "I don't need to be fucked now, truly. Let's go back out there before they start thinking that's what we are doing in here."

  "Nay, lass, ye're getting your fucking now."

  "But—"

  "We may be many here at Bridgewater, but the four of us are a family," Cross said. "You are the center of our world even if we are not in the room with you."

  While I believed he believed in what he said, I doubted him. I wasn't the center of Uncle Allen's world. I thought I had been, but I wasn't.

  "We are newly wed and if we must continue to prove this to you until you believe it, then we will," Rhys said, forcing me to walk backward until I bumped into the large desk. "Turn around, love."

  Simon stood next to Rhys, but Cross went around to the other side of the desk
and moved the chair out of the way. When I didn't respond as he bid, Rhys put his hands on my waist and spun me about. A large hand on my back had me bending forward over the wooden surface of the desk.

  Cross began undoing the front placket of his dark pants and his cock sprung free—his hard, thick cock, clear fluid seeping from the tip. The broad head was plush and I licked my lips with the idea of tasting it.

  "I told him how you learned to suck cock, love, and how you took me so deep into your mouth I couldn't help but come on your tongue. Show Cross how good you are."

  I felt hands on my legs and cool air on my skin as my dress was lifted.

  "You sucked Rhys' cock?" Cross asked, moving forward so the tip of his cock nudged against my lips. "Part those lips and take me into your mouth. I've been dying to be inside there."

  "The others...they'll know," I said, glancing up, way up at Cross.

  "Don't worry, my cock will stifle all of your cries of pleasure when Rhys and Simon fuck you."

  Those words had my pussy becoming wet. Wetter, actually, for I was always wet. With Cross' insistent nudging of his cock, I opened and took him into my mouth. The fluid at the tip tasted salty and clean and made my mouth water. I ran my tongue over the large vein that ran along the bottom, and then sucked on him, just as Rhys had taught me.

  "Jesus, Olivia, you're going to make me come like a randy teenager."

  I basked in the warmth of his words, as well as the way his hand stroked over my hair, knowing I was pleasing him. I heard as much as felt my drawers rip before sliding down my legs.

  "No more drawers, lass," Simon said. "They are just in the way."

  Hands stroked over my bottom and I felt the slight weight of my dress bunched at my waist just before hands slid over my pussy, separating my folds before he plunged his cock deep into me. My hips arched up at the abrupt, yet decidedly wonderful action, my moan of pleasure and surprise muffled, just as Cross had said, by his cock that was deep in my mouth.

  "You wanted our attention, love, so we are going to give it to you. Simon's first."

  The finger pulled free with a loud wet sound and I felt the blunt tip of a cock at my opening, but it didn't linger there or tease me, only slid in with one decisive stroke. I moaned at the feeling, so full, so deep, so perfectly fitting..

  "If I hadn't told you, love, that Simon would fuck you first, you wouldn't have known. All of our cocks belong cramming you full. You'll take any one of us at any time because you are our wife," Rhys dictated. "We will give you whatever you need, whatever you desire, whenever you need it."

  Smack.

  My eyes widened and I cried out around Cross' cock. Simon spanked me! While I tried to pull my mouth free, Cross held me in place and began to slowly move his cock in and out of my mouth instead of me sucking on him as liked.

  "We're here, lass, and nae going anywhere."

  Smack.

  "If ye need me to spank your arse for you to recognize that, then that's what I'll do."

  Smack.

  "Did it ever occur to ye, lass, that we didn't give the horse back to Peters—" Smack "—because he would then know ye are here with us? Keeping a horse belonging to that bastard is like a sliver under a nail, but we will see ye safe first."

  Smack.

  I didn't have more than a moment to think about his words, for his hips thrust faster and harder and then I couldn't think at all. My hands flattened against the cool wood, but there was nothing to grab on to, to keep me grounded, as I could no longer fight anything they did. I didn't want to.

  "I'm going to come, Olivia, and you're going to swallow my seed. All of it. You're going to taste me on your tongue, to know that I gave you what you needed."

  He thrust into me gently one more time, and I felt him swell just before a hot jet of seed coated my tongue and slid down my throat. Again and again his cock pulsed in my mouth as his fingers clenched my scalp.

  Simon didn't relent on his driven thrusts, the sound of his hips smacking against my bottom loud in the room.

  Cross slowly pulled his cock from my mouth; it was slick and glistening, only diminishing in size slightly before he tucked it back in his pants.

  A hard thrust pushed my hips into the desk as Simon let out a groan. His seed was warm and copious enough for me to feel it deep inside. When he was spent and pulled free, his essence slipped down over my clit, onto my thighs and most likely the desk below.

  I looked over my shoulder and saw Rhys holding his rigid cock and moving into position between my spread legs. He used his hand to scoop up the seed that had escaped, and rubbed it into my swollen, sensitive flesh. They were right; I was so much more aroused by the smooth, shaved skin.

  He took his dripping fingers and moved them to my back entrance, began playing with me there, coating me again and again with Simon's seed. I was so aroused, so needy from Simon's cock and expert fucking that I felt empty and almost forlorn without something filling my pussy. But when Rhys carefully worked a finger into my back entrance and the nerves there came to life, instant heat washed over me, and my brow and temples became damp with perspiration. I couldn't help the groan that escaped, for the jangly, dark feelings that came from his ass play felt so good. I couldn't fight him, couldn't fight the feelings he wrung from my body.

  "Here," Rhys said. I saw Cross take something from him over my back and hold it in front of my face so I could see it. It was another one of his handcrafted plugs. He'd used them on me before to stretch me open in preparation for all of them to take me at once, but this one was different. While the other two had been fairly thin and meant for them to play with me—to fuck me there with them without much discomfort yet with plenty of sensation—this plug was quite wide in the middle, the flared head just a narrow tip then broadened quite a bit, then tapered in again, a flat flange at the base for Cross' fingers.

  I winced when Rhys slipped a second finger in me along with the first. "I was going to save this for later, but I think now is a better time."

  Cross handed it back and I turned my head to follow it. Rhys took it and held it up for me to see one last time, for I knew its destination.

  "You're going to love this," he promised. I wasn't as certain, especially when he slipped his fingers free. I thought he was going to push it right into my bottom, but he didn't. I heard a jar open and I knew it was the special ointment to coat the plugs and dildos so they could slide easily—easier—into me.

  "You aren't the only one who has their arse filled, lass," Simon said. "Good thing Ian and Kane have jars of the slick lubricant all over the house for Emma."

  I only thought for a moment about Emma being placed in the same position as I and having her bottom filled, perhaps not with a plug but her men's cocks. They'd been married long enough for her to be able to be fucked there. Perhaps I'd ask her about it when—

  "Oh!" I cried, the cold, blunt and very slippery plug nudged against my back entrance.

  Rhys expertly twisted and pushed and worked it into me, wider and wider and wider until I didn't think I could take anymore. "Rhys, please," I groaned.

  Just after I uttered the words, the plug narrowed again and my muscles clenched tightly around the narrow section. The wide, hard portion filled me so differently than ever before. It was wide like a cock but not deep, and stretched my opening as the other plugs had. Outside of me, I could feel the cool flat wood parting my cheeks slightly but holding the plug securely within. Rhys tugged on the base and I groaned once again. With my bottom so full, my pussy felt empty.

  Perhaps Rhys was a mind reader, for he said, "Is your pussy lonely, love? Let's get you all filled up."

  Within seconds I felt his cock at the entrance to my pussy and sliding in, much slower than Simon, but there hadn't been a large plug in my bottom at the same time. Simon moved to stand beside Cross and they both squatted down so their faces were right before mine.

  When Rhys' cock bottomed out, the flared head nudging my womb, my eyes widened. I'd never felt so full. I moan
ed.. They grinned.

  "Like having something in your arse and pussy? Soon enough we'll have one of our cocks in your pussy, another in your arse and another in this perfect mouth," Simon leaned forward and kissed me, my breath coming out in quick pants as Rhys began to fuck me at a vigorous pace.

  "The plug is making her so tight," Rhys said through gritted teeth. "I'm not going to last."

  "Are you ready to come, Olivia?" Cross asked. I nodded, for the way Rhys' hips bumped into the base of the plug every time he filled me—how snug he was when he did so—had him rubbing and bumping and nudging places inside me that were new, that were so hot, so intense I couldn't hold back.

  "You may come." Cross' voice was soothing, yet commanding. "Show us your pleasure. Squeeze Rhys' cock when you do."

  Perhaps it was Cross' words or the erotic feel of being fucked and filled so completely, but I came with a scream, so lost in the flood of heat and pleasure that coursed through me that I forgot all about where I was and who might hear. I tossed my head back, my eyes fell closed and my muscles tensed, as if I held still the feelings would never end. Rhys gripped my hips in his firm hold and held me in place as he thrust deep one last time, a growl escaping his throat as he filled me to overflowing. He leaned forward, slapping a hand on the table beside mine and kissed my sweaty neck, nuzzled against my ear before slowly pulling out.

  I slumped onto the desk, my heated cheek savoring the cool wood. I could fall asleep just as I was, for I felt boneless and relaxed and blissfully sated. Cross and Simon stood to their full heights and came around behind me. I should be concerned at how I appeared, my pussy dripping with their seed, not doubt swollen and red, for it felt hot and well used. The plug was still tightly lodged within my bottom. I must have been quite a sight, but I didn't care. They were right; I had wanted their attentions, needed to have validation that I was wanted. How had they known even when I hadn't?