Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 7) (10 page)

I was handed a slotted spoon and a large bowl and pointed in the direction of the stove. “Thanks—”

“Rebecca,” the woman said.

“Yes, Rebecca.” I turned to the stove and started scooping small red potatoes from the steaming water and placed them in the bowl. “It’s not Boston or New York, but in Butte, society is important nonetheless. So is business. My father made a business arrangement with Mr. Benson and I was the traded commodity.”

“I know Benson. He’s… not very nice,” Mason said, pausing as he cut the chicken.

I could only imagine what he would have said if he hadn’t tempered his words.

“It doesn’t matter now, because I’m married to Sully… and Parker.” I skipped the details of the brothel, for how could I explain it all without seeming either a whore or just downright strange? While it seemed everyone was very open-minded, I wasn’t ready yet to offer all my secrets.

“Sully and Parker, they’re quite the pair,” Laurel said, circling back to the beginning of the conversation.

Parker and Sully came to mind as I put the new potatoes in the bowl. I wasn’t sure if it was the steam or thinking of what they’d done to me this morning that was making me hot all over. Rubbing my legs together, I felt my bare pussy, slick and smooth with no hair. My arousal and their seed coated my folds, the lips of my pussy and it was so noticeable now. Even my ass. Oh God. Sully had coated the plug he’d confiscated from Chloe and carefully worked it inside me.

I’d been up on my knees, cheek pressed into the bed as he’d taken his time. Breathing hard, I’d panted and pushed hard, relaxed as he praised me.

Such a good girl. Breathe. Yes, push back. Ah, you’re opening so nicely. Look how you stretch so well. Think of our cocks sliding in, how it’s going to feel when we take you here.

When the plug had finally been seated inside me, I’d slumped into the bed, adjusting to the strange feel of the foreign object. I felt open and filled. Besides that, I felt… controlled. Every part of me belonged to them. I should have hated it, for Benson would surely control me if we were wed. This was different. So different that I came from Sully’s attentions. The men had been surprised and instead of punishing me, they’d praised me.

But, that wasn’t it. The plug was in, but Sully had said, “We’re not done, sweetheart. The training’s just beginning.”

The clatter of a spoon pulled me from my thoughts. I felt
everything
now, including my sore ass. Parker had pulled the plug from me before we left The Briar Rose, but I still felt the effects of their efforts. It was all even more noticeable since I wasn’t wearing a petticoat or drawers. I was bare to the air down there. Completely bare. They could just lift up my skirts and…. I did flush then. It definitely wasn’t because of the steam.

I had to wonder what they planned to do with me next. While Mason had said he and Brody had fucked Laurel on their front porch—where everyone could have seen and heard—I had to hope my husbands wouldn’t do that. But when we went to their house—our house—I knew there would be no reprieve.

CHAPTER NINE

PARKER

For a week, we kept Mary in our house. Naked. The only adornment she was allowed was a plug in her ass and our seed on her thighs. A week of keeping her well occupied as we waited to hear news so we could implement our plan to finish Benson once and for all.

Quinn and Porter had gone to Butte with their wife Allison. While there, they’d enjoy the theater and other offerings of the big city, and at the same time, keep an eye on Benson. None of them had been there before and would not be a threat, or connection to Sully, for Benson. After six days, they finally sent word that Benson was coming after Sully. We’d been right, he’d paid henchmen to complete the task for him and they were on their way to Bridgewater.

The knock on the door came as we were in the bedroom with Mary. She was riding Sully, her hands in a tight grip on the slats of the headboard, her ass stretched and filled with a plug much larger than the one Chloe had given her. With gentle coaxing, she’d been able to go up two sizes in the past few days and she was close to being ready for us take her at the same time. While it was something Sully and I longed to do, we were in no rush. I loved seeing the look on her face as we taught her new things. She was as insatiable as we were, not inhibited in the slightest, and
very
sensitive, easy to arouse and come.

I pulled on some pants and went to the front door, Mary’s little gasps and moans followed me down the hall as Sully talked dirty to her.

Kane took off his hat and came inside. As the sound of a palm against bare flesh carried to us, Kane raised an eyebrow. When Mary cried out, he grinned.

“I’m interrupting.”

“Sully can tend to her on his own for a bit.”

“Yes!” Mary cried, her voice desperate and breathy.

I adjusted my hard cock, grinned shamelessly.

“I’ll make this quick then. Porter sent word. Benson’s men are headed this way. I’ve told the others. We’ll leave in two hours.”

I nodded, pleased it was finally time to take care of Benson, although I wasn’t too keen on leaving Mary in this moment. Although, we were always hard and eager for her, so there really never was a good time to part from her. Sully had wanted a simple life, and hopefully, with Mary’s issue with Benson soon resolved—or Benson’s issue with Sully—we could return to the ranch and fuck in peace for the rest of our lives. We needed this to end.

“Who’s staying behind?” I asked. The women would be protected.

“Dash and Connor, plus Mason. Quinn and Porter are returning with Allison this afternoon.”

“Good.”

Mary screamed then, and not in pain.

“Two hours?” I asked, eager to shut the door in Kane’s face and get back to my bride.

“Make it three.” Kane slapped me on the shoulder and let himself out.

Returning to the bedroom, I found Mary in bed, eyes closed, her skin coated in a sheen of sweat. Her pale hair was a wild tangle on the pillows and she was trying to catch her breath. Sully sat on the side of the bed, tugging on his pants. He arched a brow in tacit question, and I nodded in reply.

He stood, did up the buttons. While he had the look of a well satisfied male, his focus had shifted to Benson.

“Mary,” I said, my voice gentle.

She looked so sated, so well satisfied, that I knew my next words were going to ruin that for her. Hell, I didn’t want to ruin that for any of us. She slid her leg over the sheets, tucking it up at an angle. Did she know her bare pussy was now open to us? Did she know it was deliciously pink and swollen, coated in a thick layer of Sully’s seed? Did she know the handle of the plug in her ass parted her cheeks so invitingly?

If she did, she was a vixen and she would be spanked.

“Mmm?” she replied.

“We have something to tell you.” Sully’s voice wasn’t as gentle as mine—it never was—and she opened her eyes.

“Benson is sending men here, to come after Sully,” I said. There was no way to soften the words.

“What? Now?”

She moved up onto her hands and knees, her eyes wide with fear. Shifting a bit, she moved so the plug wasn’t uncomfortable. Her breasts swung prettily beneath her and I ached to cup them in my palms.

“Here, sweetheart. Over my lap and I’ll take that plug out.”

I moved to sit down and she held up her hand to stop me.

“A plug in my ass is not what I’m thinking of right now. You said Mr. Benson is coming here for Sully, then… he’ll do what? Take me away?”

We both shook our heads.

“No.” Sully put his hands on his hips, lowered his head. “You have no value to him while married to me.”

Mary looked thoughtful, bit her lip. “He’s after you.”

Sully nodded once.

“You’re going to stay here with the women. Mason and a few other men will remain behind to protect you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re going to leave me here?”

She’d become comfortable in her nakedness, but I doubted now she was thinking about how she looked, all lush breasts and bare pussy, sitting on our bed. It only made my answer come that much easier.

“Hell, yes.”

“But—”

Sully crossed his arms over his chest. “We protect what’s ours. That means you. You’ll stay here where we don’t have to worry about you, where we can take care of Benson and come back to you.”

“Yes, but—”

“Do you want us to fuck you some more before we leave or punish you?” Sully asked, his tone that of when he’d tossed Mary over his knee before.

“I get no say?”

“In this?” I asked. Absolutely no fucking way. “No. It is our job, our privilege, to take care of this, of Benson. Once and for all.”

“How long will you be gone?”

I moved to sit beside her, pulled her so she sat across my lap, carefully settling because of the plug. Tucking her head beneath my chin, I reveled in the soft, lush feel of her. I wanted this, I wanted
her
,
without complications, without worry looming.

This, holding her, was peace. It was simple, quiet. Perfect.

“We will draw them away from Bridgewater, so the encounter will not be today. I imagine three, four days.”

Her hand stroked over my belly absently. She’d teased me before and it had not been like this. At times, she could be a little vixen. Now was not one of them. Nonetheless, her caress made me hard.
Everything
about her made me hard.

“You will go and stay with Laurel and Mason.”

I stroked her silky hair, which was a wild tangle all the way down her back and over my thigh.

“All right,” she replied.

Relieved, I kissed the top of her head.

“We have a few hours. Kane was impressed with how hard you come. Do you think you can scream like that for me?”

She stiffened in my embrace. “He heard?” she asked, worried.

“Mmm.”

Using two fingers, I tilted her chin up so she met my gaze. “Just for you?” she asked.

“For me and Sully. While we’re gone, you’re going to have to continue to use the plugs on your own.”

Her brow furrowed.

“When we come back, we’re going to claim you.”

“Together,” Sully added.

“That’s right. So onto your back, legs nice and wide.” I helped her settle into position and damned if I didn’t want to crawl between those thighs and fuck her. But that could wait.

“Pull that plug out and we’ll get you the next size up. You’ll get it all slicked up and put it in yourself. You’ll wear it until lunchtime, then again when you go to bed.”

Sully must have seen a look in her eye, for he said, “We’ll know, sweetheart. When we get back, we’ll be able to slide a finger inside of you, nice and easy to check, then our cocks.”

Sully held up the new plug, longer and thicker than the one inside her now, and the jar of slick lubricant. “If you put that new plug in quickly, we’ll have more time to fuck you before you go.”

“You… you want me to do it myself?”

“Yes, we need to know you can do it while we’re gone,” Sully replied. “Then we’ll fuck you. It’ll be so nice and tight.”

“And I want to hear you scream at least twice so I can think of your pleasure while I’m gone,” I added, knowing the nights on the trail were going to be long. Thinking of her would help.

I sat down on one side of Mary, Sully on the other, and we held her knees apart, watching as she tended to her ass training. When her nipples tightened and her skin flushed, I knew it was far from a chore.

CHAPTER TEN

MARY

I lay awake that night, thinking of my men. They were going to somehow come upon Mr. Benson’s hired men, lead them away from Bridgewater, then ambush them. How that was going to make Mr. Benson decide that I should no longer be his wife was beyond me. The man wasn’t going to stop until Sully was dead and I was a widow, eligible for marriage once again. If Sully and the others killed the men who were coming for him, Benson would only send more. The numbers would not stop.

There would be no end. None of the peace and quiet that Sully was looking for. I just wanted Sully and Parker to have what they wanted. Unlike Mr. Benson’s desire, it wasn’t a tangible thing, not something you could buy. It was a way of life and I craved it, too. I didn’t need money, I just needed my men.

There was only one way to stop Mr. Benson. The idea came to me as I stared at the shadows dancing across the wall in Laurel’s extra bedroom. The soft curtains in the window shifted with the summer breeze and picked up the glint of the moon. I was alone in a strange bed and a strange house. I’d become familiar with sharing a bed with two big men, adjusting to being held all night, pressed between two warm bodies. Now, I felt alone. Even on the warm night, I was chilled. I longed for my men.

I hadn’t thought about what Chloe had said about Mr. Benson’s mine that morning in the washroom at the brothel. Sully had come in and interrupted us and then introduced me to a razor and an ass plug. To say that my thoughts had been occupied by them since was gross understatement. But with them having been gone all day, I’d had time to think.

Mr. Benson’s mine was dry. There was no copper. That meant no more money, no more lavish lifestyle. No wonder he wanted me. He wanted my money, and ultimately my father’s mine. There were no shortages of copper coming from it. The vein was a good one. A deep one.

Being married to Sully meant my father’s mine was unattainable for Mr. Benson. He was desperate. This meant that he wouldn’t stop trying to get to me. He wouldn’t let Sully remain alive. The longer the time that passed, the more desperate he would become. Sure, he could find another heiress, but I was the only one in Butte who was—or had been—unmarried and of marriageable age.

Lillian Seymour was forty-six and had seven children. If her husband died, Mr. Benson could wed her, but his intentions would be obvious. The woman was toothsome, and seven children?

There was Olive Morris, but she was twelve. I doubted Mr. Benson had six years, let alone six months to wait.