Page 26 of Their Wanted Bride (Bridgewater Brides 1)

“Would you come with something in your ass?” I asked, brushing hair from her eyes. “I think we should find out.”

“I’ll try three fingers,” Justin replied. “I’ll wager I can make her come.”

Her eyes widened and she choked out a whine. Her back hollowed as she thrust her bottom in the air, allowing me to see what Justin was doing. “Oh, that’s gorgeous, darling,” I crooned. “Look at him, fucking your bottom with his fingers. I can’t wait for you to feel how good it is when we both take you.”

Shivering, she cried out, redoubling her efforts on my thick shaft. I closed my eyes at the overwhelming sensation as her small body quaked between us, writhing from the force of her orgasm.

My head fell back, the pleasure of watching her reach her joy too much for me. Spine aching from the pressure, I thrust into her mouth one last time, needing to spill down her throat. Seed burst forth, trickling from the corners of her mouth.

I eased away from her swollen lips, wiping her face with the corner of the sheet as Justin pulled her into his arms. I laid down on her other side, breathing hard as I tried to regain my senses.

“Sleep,” Justin murmured. “We’ll have a short rest.”

Her breath evened into sleep and we dozed with her, content to have our wife in our arms.

Justin poked me some time later, rousing me from my nap. “What?” I asked, scowling as I sat up.

“Where’s Maddy?”

I glanced down at the space between us where our wife should have been sleeping, then laid a hand on the cold sheets. “She’s been gone for awhile,” I replied, lunging to my feet. “Get dressed.”

We dashed into the kitchen, our hearts sinking with dismay when we found her coat and boots missing, along with her clothes.

“She might have gone to the barn,” Justin said, pulling on his boots.

“I doubt she’s gone far. We weren’t asleep that long.”

Unfortunately, she wasn’t to be found. None of the saddles were missing, but that didn’t mean much for Maddy. A quick scan of the surrounding area revealed nothing.

“She has to be here somewhere,” Justin said, pointing at her horse. “She wouldn’t have left us without him.”

“Let’s go find her.”

MADDY

* * *

Hoping my husbands were still sleeping, I returned from the creek with the products of my labors, including fresh-caught trout and morel mushrooms for our supper. Mercy, they’d about knocked the good sense from my head with their antics, yet my insides still quivered with delight. I was most assuredly a wanton creature for wanting them so much.

As I opened the door, Caleb dashed across the pasture and grabbed my shoulders.

I jumped and let out a surprised gasp. “My goodness—”

“Where have you been?” he demanded.

Laying a hand on my chest in an attempt to calm my racing heart, I said, “Lord have mercy, Caleb. You frightened the life from me.”

“You were frightened? We woke up and you were gone.” Justin said, taking the fish from me. “Where did you get these?”

“The stream in the horse pasture. They’re for supper. There’s barely enough food for a week in your pantry.”

My husbands stared at me as if I’d grown a second head. “You went…fishing?” Caleb asked.

“I found mushrooms and early greens too. I mean to feed you both a decent meal. Where did you two head off to?”

“We were looking for you,” Justin replied, giving me a dark stare that faded into a reluctant smile. “But I think I’m more interested in what you’re making for supper.”

Caleb shot him a look, still frowning. “First things first,” he said. “You’re not to go haring off like that without telling us where you’re going.”

---