Free Their Wayward Bride by Vanessa Vale Page A

well, but ours always come first.
Last night, my milk was overflowing and my men eased the discomfort,
regardless of whether dinner was ready or we had guests." She
smiled. "I've grown accustomed to orgasm when they drink from
me. They've trained me to respond this way because they want me to
feel pleasure from my body, from what they do to it."
    It made sense. "Aren't you embarrassed?"
    "At first I was, when we were just married. But I've learned
that everything they do to me is for me. I might not like it,
at least at first, but they know what is best, and they always
pleasure me."
    I thought of how they'd filled my back entrance the night before. At
first, I resisted, questioned their every action. But they'd done it
for me, to make me feel good. I'd doubted, but they'd met their every
vow, every promise of pleasure. Ann's words hit their mark and only
eased my mind. It made me think that what Mason and Brody did with me
was...normal.
    "Even in punishment. Or at least after," Emma added.
    "Punishment?" I asked, wary. What did they mean punishment?
    Both women nodded. "We are punished for indiscretions, but it's
for our safety, for our own good."
    "They beat you? The teachers at school would smack our palms
with rulers."
    Both women looked aghast. "They spank me," Emma replied.
"It isn't a pleasurable experience...at first, but something
about it always makes me wet."
    It was my turn to look stunned.
    "As I said, they always make us come...eventually." Ann
grinned.
    I couldn't see how a spanking would bring about arousal, but I had to
cede to their expert judgment on it.
    Emma lowered herself into a chair in the awkward way of expecting
women. "All this talk has me eager for my men."
    "They'll be here for lunch and can tend to you then," Ann
replied, a sly smile forming on her lips. I recognized it as I'd had
a similar on my face after the men made me come.
    "Perhaps Mason and Brody can tend to you over lunch as well."
Emma grinned, quite the matchmaker. She was striking with her dark
hair and pale eyes. Unfortunately, she didn't know I had no intention
of staying at Bridgewater and wasn't the one for Mason and Brody. I
was just a passing fancy, a woman they had a short dalliance with in
a snowstorm. If only I could come up with a way to leave, I'd let
them all return their unusual, yet idyllic, life.

    MASON

    With Laurel settled with the other women and the weather much
improved, we were able to see to tasks that had been set aside.
Horses to feed, stalls to muck, tack to mend. Even at the house, wood
boxes needed to be filled. We were eating a hasty, cold lunch when we
heard the horses. I looked across the table at Brody. His jaw
clenched.
    We stood in unison, and grabbed our coats. Brody took the rifle from
above the door and we met the group of men on horseback. The sun was
at our back so they had to squint against the bright snow. There was
Sheriff Baker, Nolan Turner and three men I didn't know. The only man
with a gun was the sheriff, and his was sticking out the back of his
saddlebag.
    "Gentlemen," I called out.
    Brody stood at my side. "Shit," he muttered.
    I was thinking the same thing, but didn't let any emotion show.
    "Seems you've got a dead horse on your property a ways back,"
Harding said. He leaned forward on his pommel, his hat shielding his
eyes. I knew them to be crafty and downright mean when he set his
mind to it. Nothing good happened when the man was around.
    I'd learned his ways a few years back when he approached me in town,
offering to buy me a drink. Since I'd never laid eyes on him before,
his false friendliness had me wary. I accepted just to suss out the
man's intentions. Our ranches were miles apart, several smaller
spreads between. Over the first shot of whiskey, Harding told me of
the plan he'd devised to force those in the middle to sell, leaving
our enlarged properties touching. After the third shot—the man
wasn't one for moderation—he'd even mentioned an alliance via
marriage; his