Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 1) by Vanessa Vale

agreed.
    "This dress is temporary until after the meal when we can ask Ann for some clothes. You are both of similar size and her dresses may work for you in the short term, perhaps with some sewing adjustments."
    As I did up the buttons over her breasts, the sides of my hands brushed at her sensitive nipples and a sigh escaped her lips. She would quickly learn that her pleasure came before propriety while here on the ranch. Until she asked to come – begged for it – she would be in quite a state. And so would Ian and I.

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
    EMMA
     
     
    The evening meal was not a small affair. Even though the house belonged to Kane and Ian, the dining room was large, the vast table able to seat up to twenty. All of the men I'd met earlier were seated around it and stood at my entrance along with a few new faces, including one woman.
    "I am Ann," she said. "It will be very nice to have another woman about." She was perhaps a few years older than me, with a broad smile and a soft demeanor. Her hair was a pale wheat color, pulled back neatly into a bun at her nape. With pale skin and blue eyes, she was quite striking. As Kane had said, we were similar in size, although my bosom was much more ample than her more dainty curves. In my tawdry blue dress with my hair a wild tangle down my back, I looked as wanton as I felt.
    I forced a smile to my lips, but it was difficult, knowing everyone in the room was aware of the reasons for our tardiness. If they didn't, seeing me in such a fashion would provide answer enough. My cheeks were red, I could feel the heat, and my nipples were tight little buds beneath the fabric and there was no corset to hide that fact.
    My pussy, my cunny as Kane and Ian called it, throbbed and pulsed with unrequited need. It felt...strange being shaved. Smooth and noticeably slick. My bottom was sore from Ian's fingers and the hard plug, but it, too, pulsed and little sparks of pleasure erupted every time I clenched down.
    Ian pulled out a chair for me and I sat without thought, my husbands sitting on either side of me. "That is Robert and Andrew, Ann's husbands," Kane said, pointing to two men who smiled and nodded at me from across the table. All the men on this ranch were large, as if the fresh air, hard work and good food made them this way.
    The plates and bowls of food were passed around the table, Kane or Ian filling my plate as they came by. I was thankful they were assisting me with this nominal task, for my thoughts were too scattered, yet at the same time too focused on my body and the craving I felt for release.
    "The men have houses of their own, but we eat our meals together," Kane continued. He acted as if nothing had happened upstairs just minutes before, although he did say his cock was hard. Perhaps he was just better at hiding his need than I. "Ann will come in the morning to cook along with one of the men, the role rotating daily so she has help. You can offer your help as well, or if you are inclined or skilled, in some other part of the ranch."
    I picked at the food on my plate, listening to Kane's words, but focused solely on my body. I couldn't help squeezing my thighs together to lessen the ache, although it didn't seem to help. I was sore, not only from my maidenhead being torn, but from Ian working my bottom. I squirmed on the hard seat trying to attain relief. Nothing seemed to help. I feared the only solution was what the men had offered not once, but twice – sweet release. I needed to come.
    "Eat, lass." Ian leaned in and kissed my brow, then returned to his food.
    "Are you all right?" Ann asked, seated across from me. She tilted her head and studied me. "You look feverish. Was your journey too arduous?"
    I shook my head, having no interest in revealing why I looked overheated.
    "As you might remember from your first day or two as a bride, Ann, Emma is tending to the needs of two very ardent men." It was either Robert or Andrew who spoke. I couldn't remember which one had