Page 29 of Their Wanted Bride (Bridgewater Brides 1)

“We’ll take you here soon,” I crooned. “We’ll fill both your holes at the same time, and you’ll experience unimaginable pleasure.”

Maddy bucked, slamming her hips against me. In an effort to keep her still, I grabbed her hair, pulling gently on the long curls until she lifted her face. Justin took advantage of her new position and sank balls deep into her welcoming mouth, groaning in pleasure as his eyes fell shut.

Our wife seemed to like a bit of dominance in bed, and we were more than happy to give it to her. I let go of her hair and reached between her thighs for the bundle of nerves that would give her delight. When I touched it, just a bare brush of my fingers across her most sensitive place, she screamed, the sound muffled by Justin’s cock, then spasmed hard, her fierce orgasm pulling the seed from my balls in an uncontrollable rush.

Justin shouted and thrust deeply, cutting off her cries as he emptied himself into her swollen mouth. Between us, she fell to the bed, exhausted and replete.

She hummed softly while we cleaned her, then drifted off as we spooned her between us.

MADDY

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Stretching, I allowed myself the luxury of waking slowly, my body sore in all the right places. It was barely dawn and my husbands still slept next to me. Although I shivered with renewed need, there was work to be done, and I’d been lazy enough.

They’d turned me into a wanton, my two husbands, and I wasn’t a bit sorry.

When I attempted to wriggle free, Justin caught me, pulling me back into his long arms. Huffing out a breath, I said, “I have to go make breakfast.”

Caleb pulled Justin’s arms off me, then rolled me out of bed, neat as you please. When Justin grumbled, he said, “We don’t get in Maddy’s way when she has cooking on her mind.”

Justin cracked an eye open, then sat up. “No idea what I was thinking.” He grinned at me, his dark brown eyes crinkled with humor. “I’d be a fool to stop you. What’s for breakfast?”

“Normally, I’d say a mess of eggs and flapjacks, along with bacon or ham, but it’s going to be leftovers from last night.” I opened the satchel Ann had given me, searching for a clean dress. “Sure you don’t want to ride into town for supplies?”

“Temptress,” Caleb muttered tossing a pillow at me.

I laughed and tossed it back, accidentally on purpose hitting him in the face. Sobering, I said, “We can’t live on beans and a little flour forever, and you know it. At the very least, one of us needs to hunt up a deer or cull one of your cows.”

They grumbled and didn’t look at me. My husbands might not want to admit I was right, but I was willing to let it go for now. If they continued to be stubborn, I’d make my way into town myself. When I reached into the satchel once more, my hand closed on a small wooden box. I pulled it out and opened it, revealing a strange bulb-shaped wooden object with a narrow end and a wide base, along with a small glass bottle.

“What’s this?” I asked, holding it up. “Looks like some fancy decoration for something.”

An evil gleam lit in Justin’s eyes and Caleb laughed outright, taking it from me. “Oh, honey, it is a decoration and just the thing we needed.”

“What’s it for?” I reached for it again, but he wouldn’t give it back. “It looks like the top of a bedpost, excepting for that wide base at the bottom.”

Still grinning, he wiped the object with a cloth and water from the pitcher, then opened the glass bottle and coated the wood with glistening moisture.

Justin put his hands on my shoulders, then gently pushed down until I was bent over, my elbows resting on the bed. “What are you doing? I thought I was going to cook breakfast.”

I felt very exposed with my bottom in the air. The position reminded me of Celeste and her cane, but Caleb’s warm hand on my hip comforted me. He and Justin had been so angry when they saw the scars she’d left, and I was sure they weren’t about to hurt me.

“This is a toy used to train Mohamiran wives for their husbands,” Caleb replied. “It will go in your bottom to make you ready for us.”

The rounded tip of the toy touched my bottom and I clenched down. It was dirty! That was not a place where things should go in. Justin kissed my shoulders, letting his lips glide over my chilled flesh.

“Shh, sweetheart. It won’t hurt, and I promise you’ll like it,” he murmured against my ear.

I relaxed, soothed by his words as Caleb worked the plug inside me. Justin was right. Aside from a slight stretching sensation, it didn’t hurt at all. They helped me straighten and I gasped as it shifted inside me, sparking nerves to life.

Turning me to face the door, Justin swatted my bottom, then said, “You were going to make breakfast, correct?”

“But…I’m not dressed!”

“All the better to keep you inside,” Caleb replied, crossing his arms over his wide chest. “If we keep you naked, you won’t be tempted to run off.”

“Oh! But what if someone comes?” I shivered and reached for the satchel. I felt…strange. The plug moved with me, making my woman’s flesh clench around nothing. How did they expect me to be able to think with this tease of pleasure dancing just out of my reach?

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