Page 28 of Their Wanted Bride (Bridgewater Brides 1)

“Caleb!” she scolded, trying to shoulder me out of the way. “You don’t need to do that!”

Justin plucked her off her feet, then set her down in a chair with a cup of coffee. “Sit, Maddy. We’ll clean.”

Her lower lip trembled and she blinked. If she cried again, I was going to do something unseemly. But she didn’t. Instead, she gave us a glorious smile, and said, “Thank you.”

“It’s the least we can do after such a fine meal,” I said. “But we meant what we told you before our wedding. You don’t have to cook if you don’t want to.”

Justin growled and shot me a glare, making her laugh. “Don’t worry. As I said, I enjoy cooking. I’ll do better when I have the proper supplies, but I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

We looked at each other and didn’t argue. I was having a hard time imagining better, and neither of us were going to stop her if it truly made her happy.

It almost seemed too good to be true. We had a good-natured, sweet wife with right fine skills in the kitchen. It made me doubly determined to make sure she was so well-pleasured in bed she’d never have reason to regret our hasty marriage.

When we finished, we took her outside for a short walk as the sun set to let her explore our land. Although the evening was fine, she refused to leave without her coat. I nodded in tacit approval. She’d already learned her lesson about the vagaries of Montana weather, it seemed.

Our cattle ranged around us, gathered in tight knots as evening fell. Frowning, I did a quick head count. “Looks like we’re missing a few,” I murmured to Justin.

“Missing?” Maddy asked. “What do you mean, missing? How on earth do you lose a cow?”

“Rustlers, sometimes, but usually bears or wolves,” I replied.

“Oh.” She flushed and lowered her head. “Maybe I shouldn’t go off by myself. Don’t know why that didn’t occur to me. Do you think it’s animals?”

Laughing, Justin wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “We don’t have too much trouble with critters. They usually stay away, but it’s spring now, and they’ll be out and about. Aside from that, we’d have found the leftovers.”

“Rustlers then.”

“No, probably not,” I said. “We’d have heard word from other ranchers.”

“Hmm. Suppose we ought to look for them,” she murmured. “If it’s not animals or rustlers, they’ve either wandered to someone else’s land or they’re still here.”

“We’ve looked,” Justin said. “Can’t find hide nor hair of any of them.”

“Let’s get back home,” I suggested. “It’s getting late, and we’ve had a busy day.”

“We slept for most of it,” Maddy countered, her eyes sparkling.

“That means we have plenty of strength to make love to our wife.” I swung her into my arms, making her giggle.

She squirmed, her curves enticing me. I’d have to find a chunk of hardwood and get started carving a plug for our pretty wife’s bottom. I couldn’t wait to get her trained to accept both of us. My shaft hardened and strained against my trousers at the thought. Lengthening my stride, I walked faster.

I set her down on the stoop and Justin nearly tore her dress getting it off her, leaving her bare. Her pale skin gleamed in the setting sun, making her look like a Titian painting.

“It’s not dark yet!” she protested, covering herself with bare arms. The evening chill made gooseflesh rise on her body and we hustled her inside. I wanted to make love to her in a sun-drenched meadow under the wide Montana sky, but it would have to wait until summer.

We took her to bed, our exertions soon warming her until sweat glistened on her body. She might not be ready to take both of us, but there were other ways to give our wife the ultimate pleasure.

“On your knees,” I ordered.

Her eyes glazed with passion, she obeyed, turning to look at me over her shoulder. Justin touched her cheek, making her look at him.

“Open, sweetheart.” He brushed her lips with the crown of his member, pulling the foreskin back as he painted them with droplets of moisture leaking from the tip.

She let out a soft moan as her lips parted and her channel clenched around me when she took him into her mouth. I surged into her. Maddy sucked him deeply, letting him use her mouth with languid strokes as she whimpered around the thick shaft.

“Look at you,” I murmured, running a hand down her back. “You suck his cock so beautifully. And I love how you clench on me with your sweet pussy while I fuck you.”

I coated my thumb with her juices and eased it into her back passage, making her choke out a pleasured cry. Her inner walls rippled and it was all I could do to control the overwhelming urge to spill inside her.

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