Page 21 of Their Wanted Bride (Bridgewater Brides 1)

“No,” she whined. “That can’t be right. It’s—”

“You like Justin’s finger in your bottom, don’t you?” I asked. “I can feel you clench on me. Aside from that, as long as you feel good and enjoy it, nothing between husbands and their wife is wrong.”

Justin winked and brushed her hair aside, then kissed the back of her neck. “You said you wanted to learn about Mohamiran customs, did you not? Well, this is most definitely one of them, but you won’t be learning it from anyone but us. No one else touches you.”

A flicker of indecision crossed her features as I felt him push a second finger into her bottom. She shivered, squeezing my cock. Holding her hips, I surged upward, thrusting inside her.

“We only wish to bring you delight, sweetheart,” I murmured, fucking her steadily. Letting go with one hand, I pushed it between our bodies to tweak her sensitive pearl. “Will you let us?”

“I…” Her eyes fell closed and she let out a squeak when I pinched her clit gently. “Oh, God, yes.”

“That’s our good girl. We want you to come again for us. Show us your passion.”

The perfume of her arousal filled the room, making me wish I could bottle the rich, decadent fragrance.

“Please, fuck me.”

Her pleadin

g cry along with that delightfully profane word, made my balls draw up. I wasn’t going to last. It had been too long since we’d had a woman, but Maddy was well worth the wait. “Come for us, sweetheart,” I urged, rubbing her clit firmly as Justin fucked her bottom with his fingers.

Jerking hard, she arched her back and shuddered, crying her joy as her delicious cunny milked the seed from my cock in spurts. Groaning in pleasure, I pulled her into my arms as Justin stroked her back soothingly and whispered sweet words of adoration into her ear.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said softly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Her coiffure had come loose, scattering pins everywhere.

When she didn’t answer, I frowned and tipped up her chin, then chuckled. “She’s out cold.”

“Poor thing.” He eased her off my chest and into bed. I wouldn’t have minded her using me for a pillow, but we needed to bathe her. “She must be exhausted.”

I nodded, rising from the bed, then went to the washstand for a damp cloth. “At least ten days on the train, plus meeting us. It’s no wonder she passed out.”

“Maybe longer,” Justin said.

She grumbled softly while we cleaned her, then drifted into repose, her plump lips parted. Carefully covering her with the quilt, we settled into bed next to her, one on either side. Just as it should be.

Justin fell asleep, his face buried in Maddy’s hair, and I smiled. My intuition never steered me wrong. Our wife was perfect.

8

MADDY

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It was lovely to be so warm when a furious snowstorm raged outside. Rolling over, I snuggled into a warm male chest without opening my eyes. Judging by the lack of hair, it was Justin. With the heat of their bodies, I’d likely never need to light a fire again.

His chest rumbled under me with his soft laugh. “It’s time to wake up, Maddy. Caleb is fetching breakfast, and you’ve been out for almost twelve hours.”

I shot up out of bed and stumbled over my boots as I grabbed my dress. Stepping into it, I fastened the buttons as quick as I could. “Mercy! Why did you let me sleep so long?”

My drawers were gone, and judging by the happy smirk on Justin’s face, I wouldn’t be getting them back.

“You appeared to have needed it, what with running halfway across the country and having a wedding night.”

I blushed with the memory of their possession of me, lowering my face to hide it. Justin chuckled and swung his long legs over the edge of the bed, his dark skin gleaming in the early morning sun. His cock stirred under my avid gaze and I whirled around before he caught me peeking.

“Look your fill, sweetheart.” The floor creaked under his weight as he moved toward me and laid a gentle hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him. “You’re our wife now.”

Justin was so beautiful. He looked like a sculptor’s model come to life before my eyes. Leaning closer, I tipped up my chin for a kiss. My stomach chose that very moment to give a loud, growling reminder that I hadn’t had a proper meal in days.

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