Page 42 of Their Wanted Bride (Bridgewater Brides 1)

My cock jerked in my trousers and I bit back a pained hiss. I couldn’t wait to get her home. She’d be completely healed from her misadventure by then, and Caleb and I planned to keep her in bed and naked for at least a week. She’d be well prepared for us as well, what with the toy inside her almost constantly.

“Fuck her with that plug,” I said. “I want to see her come with something in her ass.” I kissed her again, cupping her jaw to make her turn her head. “You like having something in your bottom, don’t you?”

Her eyes fluttering closed, she breathed out a low groan. “God help me, yes.”

“Tell us what you want us to do,” Caleb said, lifting his head. His face was coated in her honey and he licked his lips.

Thrashing, she bucked in my arms. “Please, I need you.”

“You need a cock inside you, fucking you?” Caleb asked, getting to his feet.

“Please, yes!” Her pale skin flushed a beautiful pink, making my mouth water.

“Say it,” I murmured. “Tell us you want our cocks inside you, fucking you.”

“I need your cocks inside me,” she begged.

“What else?”

“F-fucking me. Please!”

“Such a pretty beg,” Caleb murmured, unfastening his trousers. I nodded and helped her sit up. Holding her hair, I made her be still as he eased his shaft into her mouth.

“You’re our good girl,” I crooned slipping my hand between her thighs to play with the plug in her bottom. Easing it in and out, I fucked her with it while she suckled Caleb’s hard cock. Gritting his teeth, he slapped a hand on the wall above our heads, straining toward impending release.

“Going to come,” he rasped, his body shuddering as he tried to pull away. Instead of letting him go, Maddy grabbed his belt, holding fast as he exploded down her throat.

Giving us a satisfied smirk, Maddy wiped a trickle of Caleb’s seed from the corner of her mouth, then climbed from my lap and knelt between my knees. Her small, delicate hands made short work of my belt buckle and the buttons on my trousers. Green eyes hooded with intent, she said, “Your turn.”

“Lord have mercy.” I kept my eyes focused on her as she made love to me with her mouth. Caleb crouched behind her, his hand busy between her legs as he crooned sweetly profane words of encouragement in her ear.

I wanted to be gentle with her. This wasn’t our intent, yet things had gotten out of hand. When I tried to pull away, desperate for release, she sank her short nails into my thigh, then swallowed me down. I shouted my release, uncaring that everyone in the Pullman car probably heard.

She let out a tiny squeak and her eyes fell shut as she shuddered. Her head dropped to my knee as she panted out her delight.

“Maddy mine,” I choked out, petting her mussed coiffure.

“Maddy… ours,” Caleb countered, helping her settle on the bench between us.

“Maddy yours,” she whispered, nestling against us.

CALEB

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The trip was a hedonist’s delight, filled with delectable food, decadent touch, and connection between Maddy, Justin, and me on the most basic level. I almost didn’t want it to end, but I was too eager to get our wife home and make her our wife in truth.

Her face was bright and cheerful as we crossed into Montana Territory, the bruises nearly faded from her gorgeous face. She was as excited to get home as we were. I smiled. Likely, she looked forward to seeing Prince, but I couldn’t fault her for it.

When we arrived in Bridgewater the next day, I blinked at the crowd waiting for the train. Heavens! Why were there so many people?

“Mercy! Is President Cleveland doing a whistle-stop tour?” Maddy turned to us, a luminous smile on her face. “Do you think he’s on our train?”

“That would be a fine thing,” Justin said, gathering our belongings in preparation. “You might get to shake his hand.”

When the train pulled to a stop, we disembarked, Maddy walking contentedly between us. A woman’s voice called out, “Maddy May!”

“No, Maddy Mathis.” I recognized Robert’s voice and turned, grinning as he held Ann back.

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