Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 6) by Vanessa Vale Page A

slowly, but curled his fingers over a place inside of me that had my hips bucking and a gasp escaping my lips.
    His tongue slid over my newly bare flesh and I had to admit it was much more sensitive. When he flicked against my clit as he sucked on it, working me up to the peak within seconds, I would never doubt them again.
    When Tyler tugged on my nipples, then pinched them, I couldn’t hold back. I was so easy to arouse. I came with a breathy scream.
    “Xander, yes!”
    I wilted against Tyler, my breathing ragged, limp like a rag doll. I realized that my fingers were tangled in Xander’s dark hair and holding his face against my pussy.
    Releasing my hold, he pulled back and glanced up at me from his intimate spot. His lips and beard gleamed with my arousal. Slowly, he slipped his fingers from me, then licked them clean.
    “So sweet,” he murmured before standing, then lacing a hand behind my neck. “Taste.”
    He lowered his head and kissed me, his tongue dipping into my mouth and I tasted Xander’s personal flavor, but my own as well. I was sweet and musky and the combination was heady.
    “I hope you’re not hungry, for I want to get home as quickly as possible.”
    Tyler grunted in reply. “We would fuck you now, baby, but I doubt Brody and Mason want to give up their office for the rest of the day.”
    With awareness came embarrassment. “Oh, I’m sure they heard me. What are they going to think?”
    I covered my face with my hands.
    “They’ll think you have two very skilled lovers.”
    I peeked between my fingers at them. They stood before me with open arousal and, when I glanced down at the front of their pants, very hard cocks. It was their grins, however, that had me pulling my hands back and laughing with them. It was amazing, the change in my mood after a husband-induced orgasm.
     
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    “Of course, I’m thrilled!” Tyler’s mother exclaimed when I was introduced.
    We’d ridden to Helena and made good time, arriving at Tyler’s parents’ house before the sun set. Xander said it was a good halfway point to the ranch and where we would spend the night.
     I knew the Bridgewater men were wealthy. I even knew Tyler and Xander had money—if it hadn’t been Xander giving Ralph fifty dollars directly from his billfold, it was the information Olivia had shared about her cousin’s ranch. But the mansion in which Tyler was raised was much more obvious. So far I’d counted three servants, all of whom Tyler knew by name.
    I’d expected a stodgy older woman with a diamond-covered chip on her shoulder, but I was very wrong. Mrs. Tannenbaum was relaxed and delightful. She hugged the ever-stiff Xander and even coaxed a smile from him. Instead of eating a late meal in their formal dining room, we sat at a well-used table in the kitchen.
    “I knew the two of you would find a bride together, but not this week.” She was pleased and overwhelmed with the news. “I am sorry your fathers are not here to see you. They would have stalled their meeting in Billings had they known.”
    She ran a hand down her son’s cheek, the love there quite clear. I felt a pang of jealousy for what they shared; I never knew my mother, as she died when I was a baby and I did not wish to remember my father.
    “As you always said—”
    “Lightning.”
    The one word had Tyler nodding.
    Mrs. Tannenbaum turned toward me. “Tell me about yourself, Emily.”
    Her posture was ramrod straight and her hands were folded in her lap. She was a lady through and through.
    I dabbed my lips with my napkin and took a sip of water. I cleared my throat, suddenly nervous. I am a liar. A killer. “Well, Mrs. Tannenbaum—”
    “Belinda, please.”
    I gave a small nod. “All right. Belinda. I was recently widowed and found myself in a predicament.” I didn’t need to share more than that and I was relieved neither man chose to do so. I glanced at both of them. Tyler watched me with his usual calm demeanor—now I knew where it came