Page 17 of Their Accidental Bride (Bridgewater Brides 5)

As quickly as we could, Roscoe and I stripped her of her clothing and laid her gently back on the bed. We didn’t undress her slowly like we did before, taking our time to marvel at her body and kiss her naked skin, but instead we tore it from her eagerly, being careful not to tear her garments in our haste. As soon as we had her stretched out on the bed, her arms went immediately to her breasts, covering herself.

“No.” I pushed them away. “Hands by your sides. We want to see all of you.” She blushed, but obeyed. It seemed our new bride was always blushing. As soon as one faded, a new flush of color spread across her cheeks. I liked it. We would have to keep her that way.

Roscoe and I joined her on the bed. I lay on one side of her, Roscoe on the other. Elise was silent, but her body trembled slightly between us.

“Close your eyes,” I whispered. She obeyed. She lay awkwardly with her hips lifted slightly off the bed, perhaps from the discomfort of the plug in her bottom so I slid my hand down her side, down her thigh, and traced small circles on the side of her leg, slowly moving ever upward, to that delicious spot between her thighs that already glistened with her juices. At the same time, Roscoe bent over her, his mouth over her breast, sucking her nipple into her mouth. Her body arched up; it was clear what she wanted.

I slid my hand over her pussy, cupping her mound with my palm, my middle finger reaching down behind her, underneath her, to tap the base of the plug she wore. She let out a low moan, deep in her throat.

While Roscoe concentrated on her breasts and neck, I lowered my mouth to that sweet spot between her legs and kissed her clit, flicking it lightly with my tongue. I dipped two fingers inside her, feeling her wetness, making her squirm.

Her body was alive under our hands, it was as though sparks danced across her skin. Her nerves quivered and trembled. Her breathing was ragged. She couldn’t speak, she could only whimper. She kept her eyes obediently closed, but I could tell it was a struggle. It was obvious she desperately wanted to open them, to see what we were doing, but I wanted them shut for a reason: so she would have to feel us, and not be distracted by watching us.

I flicked her clit with my tongue again and a powerful orgasm ripped through her, raising her hips up off the bed, causing her arms to thrash against us and her legs bend. Her whole body trembled.

It was a long time before she was able to speak, several minutes at least, and when she did, her voice was hoarse, breathless.

“Was that my reward?”

Roscoe chuckled. “Yes. Was it worth it?”

“Hmmm.” She pretended to think for a moment, her eyes sparkling with laughter. She would keep us on our toes, this woman, and I liked it. I liked her sass. I liked her spirit.

“Well?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yes,” she said slowly, smiling at each of us in turn. “Yes, I think it was. I think I’ll let you put that… that thing in me again, if you promise to do that each time.”

“Of course, my love. Your pleasure is our command.” I bent my face to hers and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her salty muskiness on my lips. When I pulled away, Roscoe was right there, waiting to take my place.

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ROSCOE

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I couldn’t wait to get back to Bridgewater. I’d liked our wedding right enough, and I’d particularly enjoyed getting to know our new bride, but now it was time that we took her home. I needed to check on my crops. They would be ready to harvest soon and there was plenty of work to be done before then.

My crops were healthy; the harvest would be good. And it would bring in plenty of money. Money I’d earned myself, with my own honest toil. It was a good feeling, earning an honest living. I couldn’t abide liars, cheats and swindlers. I would rather starve than follow my parents down their chosen dishonest path.

But would it be enough for Elise? I hoped it would, but I wasn’t sure. I knew little of her life in Philadelphia, but I knew she had grown up in a home that wanted for nothing. I knew she expected to marry a man who could continue to keep her in the manner to which she was accustomed – that was why she had gone to that elegant school. Shane and I couldn’t provide that. Oh, we could provide for her well enough, but there would be no mansions or servants on our little ranch and life would be far different. Would we be enough for her? Would our modest income be enough for her? Or would she want more, more, always more, just like my mother did? I didn’t know.

Elise stirred in my arms. I had intended for her to ride double with me, sitting behind my saddle, but her voluminous gown proved that to be impossible, so I held her on my lap instead. She sat sideways on me, with her arms around my neck, and I held her tight, keeping my horse at a steady walk. I was afraid a bouncy trot would send her toppling off and I feared she would squeal in terror at a lope. It would take near half the day to get home at this rate, but we couldn’t take any risks with our new wife.

My cock throbbed as her bottom rubbed against me, her b

ody swaying with the movement of my horse. I couldn’t wait to get her home so I could plunge deep inside of her and take my fill. Shane could wait, this time. It was my turn to be first.

I was lost in thought as we approached Bridgewater but I looked up at Shane’s yell.

“What is that?” Elise asked, twisting in my arms to get a better look at the orange glow in the distance, a curlicue of smoke rising from it.

“Fire,” I told her. I tried to keep the panic out of my voice but instinctively I clutched her tighter, kicked my horse into a smooth gallop. We had to get home.

“That’s my blacksmith shop!” Shane shouted, fury and fear tinging his tone. He spurred his horse on, racing desperately for home, with Elise and I hot on his heels.

My bride’s arms tightened around my neck and I held the reins in one hand, keeping Elise close to my body with the other. At any other time I would have enjoyed having this beautiful woman wrapped around me so tightly but right now I had other things on my mind. Fire! If it wasn’t gotten under control soon it would threaten the whole of Bridgewater. Our ranches, our livelihoods, our families.

Elise clung to me, clearly terrified at the speed at which we were galloping, but I couldn’t slow down. She’d just have to hang on.

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