Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 7) by Vanessa Vale

Absolutely no fucking way. “No. It is our job, our privilege, to take care of this, of Benson. Once and for all.”
    “How long will you be gone?”
    I moved to sit beside her, pulled her so she sat across my lap, carefully settling because of the plug. Tucking her head beneath my chin, I reveled in the soft, lush feel of her. I wanted this, I wanted her ,without complications, without worry looming.
    This, holding her, was peace. It was simple, quiet. Perfect.
    “We will draw them away from Bridgewater, so the encounter will not be today. I imagine three, four days.”
    Her hand stroked over my belly absently. She’d teased me before and it had not been like this. At times, she could be a little vixen. Now was not one of them. Nonetheless, her caress made me hard. Everything about her made me hard.
    “You will go and stay with Laurel and Mason.”
    I stroked her silky hair, which was a wild tangle all the way down her back and over my thigh.
    “All right,” she replied.
    Relieved, I kissed the top of her head.
    “We have a few hours. Kane was impressed with how hard you come. Do you think you can scream like that for me?”
    She stiffened in my embrace. “He heard?” she asked, worried.
    “Mmm.”
    Using two fingers, I tilted her chin up so she met my gaze. “Just for you?” she asked.
    “For me and Sully. While we’re gone, you’re going to have to continue to use the plugs on your own.”
    Her brow furrowed.
    “When we come back, we’re going to claim you.”
    “Together,” Sully added.
    “That’s right. So onto your back, legs nice and wide.” I helped her settle into position and damned if I didn’t want to crawl between those thighs and fuck her. But that could wait.
    “Pull that plug out and we’ll get you the next size up. You’ll get it all slicked up and put it in yourself. You’ll wear it until lunchtime, then again when you go to bed.”
    Sully must have seen a look in her eye, for he said, “We’ll know, sweetheart. When we get back, we’ll be able to slide a finger inside of you, nice and easy to check, then our cocks.”
    Sully held up the new plug, longer and thicker than the one inside her now, and the jar of slick lubricant. “If you put that new plug in quickly, we’ll have more time to fuck you before you go.”
    “You… you want me to do it myself?”
    “Yes, we need to know you can do it while we’re gone,” Sully replied. “Then we’ll fuck you. It’ll be so nice and tight.”
    “And I want to hear you scream at least twice so I can think of your pleasure while I’m gone,” I added, knowing the nights on the trail were going to be long. Thinking of her would help.
    I sat down on one side of Mary, Sully on the other, and we held her knees apart, watching as she tended to her ass training. When her nipples tightened and her skin flushed, I knew it was far from a chore.

 
     
    CHAPTER TEN
     
    MARY
     
    I lay awake that night, thinking of my men. They were going to somehow come upon Mr. Benson’s hired men, lead them away from Bridgewater, then ambush them. How that was going to make Mr. Benson decide that I should no longer be his wife was beyond me. The man wasn’t going to stop until Sully was dead and I was a widow, eligible for marriage once again. If Sully and the others killed the men who were coming for him, Benson would only send more. The numbers would not stop.
    There would be no end. None of the peace and quiet that Sully was looking for. I just wanted Sully and Parker to have what they wanted. Unlike Mr. Benson’s desire, it wasn’t a tangible thing, not something you could buy. It was a way of life and I craved it, too. I didn’t need money, I just needed my men.
    There was only one way to stop Mr. Benson. The idea came to me as I stared at the shadows dancing across the wall in Laurel’s extra bedroom. The soft curtains in the window shifted with the summer breeze and picked up the glint of the moon. I was alone in a strange bed and a