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

strange house. I’d become familiar with sharing a bed with two big men, adjusting to being held all night, pressed between two warm bodies. Now, I felt alone. Even on the warm night, I was chilled. I longed for my men.
    I hadn’t thought about what Chloe had said about Mr. Benson’s mine that morning in the washroom at the brothel. Sully had come in and interrupted us and then introduced me to a razor and an ass plug. To say that my thoughts had been occupied by them since was gross understatement. But with them having been gone all day, I’d had time to think.
    Mr. Benson’s mine was dry. There was no copper. That meant no more money, no more lavish lifestyle. No wonder he wanted me. He wanted my money, and ultimately my father’s mine. There were no shortages of copper coming from it. The vein was a good one. A deep one.
    Being married to Sully meant my father’s mine was unattainable for Mr. Benson. He was desperate. This meant that he wouldn’t stop trying to get to me. He wouldn’t let Sully remain alive. The longer the time that passed, the more desperate he would become. Sure, he could find another heiress, but I was the only one in Butte who was—or had been—unmarried and of marriageable age.
    Lillian Seymour was forty-six and had seven children. If her husband died, Mr. Benson could wed her, but his intentions would be obvious. The woman was toothsome, and seven children?
    There was Olive Morris, but she was twelve. I doubted Mr. Benson had six years, let alone six months to wait.
    I was his only chance.
    I knew how to end this once and for all. It wasn’t through Sully. It wasn’t even with hired thugs. There was one person who needed to learn the truth and stop the business deal. My father.
    I had to get to Butte. I had to go see my father, tell him about Mr. Benson’s mine. Then I could live my life with my men without fear or danger looming over us. And one of my men was in danger. While they’d said it was their job to protect me, it was my job to save them. I knew how to save Sully and I couldn’t just sit with Laurel and the other women with that information and do nothing.
    Butte was only a few hours away. An easy ride for a horse with a light rider. No one was after me. I wasn’t the one in danger. I just had to figure out how to get away. Mason, Quinn, Porter and the other men were very protective. Overly protective. I rolled onto my side, tugging the blanket about me, thinking. When the sun began to rise, the sky changing to gray, then a perfect pink, I had my plan.
     
    SULLY
     
    “What the fuck do you mean she’s gone?”
    I was sweaty and tired and dirty and all I wanted to do was see my wife and sink into her. But no. No, my wife had left a note saying she was going to Butte.
    Butte!
    I’d left Parker in the stable with the horses as I went to Mason’s house to retrieve Mary. We stood on his front porch and I glanced to the south as if I could see her and that God-forsaken town. Once I got her back, we were never going to that town again. Shit.
    Mason scratched his head, looked a mixture of furious and befuddled. “She came to breakfast, ate with us like everything was fine. She told me you’d tasked her with training her ass and needed some privacy.”
    I wasn’t shocked that Mason knew about Mary’s task while we were gone. I was shocked that she’d told Mason about it. While she was completely uninhibited with Parker and me, she was very shy when it came to sharing what we did with anyone else. Just knowing that Kane had overheard her come while I fucked her the other morning had been mortifying for her.
    Everyone at the ranch knew we fucked. Everyone at the ranch knew we fucked with abandon. We all did. We spanked and sucked, licked and fucked our wives. We even trained their asses because not only did we like a good ass fucking, so did our brides. We all especially liked fucking our own bride at the same time.
    This was something we had yet to do with Mary, but I’d