Free A Contract Bride's Triple Surprise by Reece Butler

last few words.
    She shook her head, wanting him to tell her what she could expect.
    “I might see you in the kitchen while you’re working,” he said with quiet intensity. “You’ll be naked under your dress.” He held up a finger before she could refuse. “That’s the first rule. You will wear only what I allow. No chemise, drawers, corset, or petticoats.”
    It would be like wearing her nightgown, her skin rubbing against the cotton.
    “I’ll kiss you, like this.” He brought his lips to hers. When she yielded, he slid his tongue in. The skin between her teeth and upper lip was another place where his touch sent her reeling. He pulled back, chest heaving.
    “Then I’ll kiss your ass or breasts.”
    Since she lay on her back, he nibbled on her breasts. He caught her nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, sending a message of urgency to her pussy.
    “Maybe I’ll press your belly to the table, lift your skirts, spread your legs, and take your pussy from behind.”
    She imagined him doing it, knowing someone could walk in. What would his brothers do?
    “Another time, I’ll lie you on your back and rip the buttons off your dress. There you’ll be, flat on the kitchen table, naked and eager, for anyone to see.”
    “What if someone came in?”
    He shrugged as if it was no matter to him.
    “What if I fight you?”
    He slowly scanned her hot face, erect nipples, and swollen breasts.
    “I’ll know you’re asking for punishment, so I’ll spank you.”
    “What!” She struggled to move, but he rested his wide chest across her body.
    “Just a love tap or two to warm you up. You’ll squeal, knowing my hard cock will soon be fucking you. That’s what loving is called when it’s hard and fast, Amy.”
    “What—” She swallowed to clear her throat. “Then what will you do?”
    “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll have to hold onto the table so I don’t drive you right across it. When you come, you’ll scream my name. Everyone who hears will know who pleasured you.”
    She trembled, wanting it. The danger of being seen, the thrill of being taken by someone who wanted her so bad that he had to have her, now!
    “What if Nevin saw us?” She licked her lips, dry from her panting.
    “Oh, Nev will see us,” he replied like a lazy cat. “If you’re lying on your back, your breasts might get cold when I lick your pussy. His mouth and hands will warm you up. And when I finish, I’ll ask him to take over. This time, you’ll scream his name.”
    Wherever his eyes touched, she felt heat.
    “There’s nothing like a well-pleasured woman wanting more,” he whispered. “But I’m not sharing you anytime soon.”

Chapter Seven

    Ross held Amelia’s right breast, her warm back tight against his front. Spooning, Gillis called it, boasting that it was almost better than sex. He’d laughed at something so absurd. Now, he understood. It felt right to wake this way, his wife trusting him to protect her.
    Tonight was the first night he slept with a woman. When he shared the bed of an eager woman, he left her well satisfied. He always left right after, alone. Even when he was deep inside a woman, he never reached out to touch. He’d learned to kiss well and to satisfy women, but all it had meant was a mutual easing of need.
    Making love with Amelia MacDougal was a whole different world.
    She sighed in her sleep and snuggled closer. She still had a touch of the rose soap she’d used in her bath, but now she wore his scent. Though the bond was invisible, she was forever marked as his. He’d been the first to waken her need and the first to feed it until she erupted.
    He gently kissed her hair, careful not to wake her. She murmured something and sighed. Her breath drifted across his hand. She’d marked him, as well. He’d never known love though some had been kind to him. He cared for Gillis and Nevin, of course. He would fight to the death for them.
    When her nipple hardened against his palm, he knew