Free Barefoot Bride for Three by Reece Butler Page A

nipple, and she arched into his touch, the dream so real. A dream that, had her parents known, would have sent her to an asylum for fallen women.
    “More,” she murmured.
    “It’s my turn, wife.”
    Wife? She wasn’t married in her dreams—there weren’t any men worth it. She opened her eyes to find dark ones laughing down at her. “You offered me something a while back.”
    Heat shot from her belly to her face. She shut her eyes again. Though it was low on the horizon, the full moon lit the bed.
    “I know you’re awake, wife.”
    She reached to pull the covers over her head. Though he held her wrist gently, she couldn’t move.
    “I have a name, you know,” she groused, glaring.
    He lay on his side, head propped up on his elbow, looking down at her. Grinning. She focused her attention on his wide, strong chest. She’d never been so at ease with anyone. This man, a stranger a few short hours ago, was her husband. A husband who had done such wonderful things with her. His touch, gentle or rough, made her tingle. Beside him, she felt safe and cherished, as if he really cared about her.
    All her life she’d wanted to matter to someone for more than what she could provide. While she enjoyed his company, he had needed a wife and she, a husband. She didn’t expect him to treat her so gently once they reached his cabin. She would enjoy what she could as long as possible and let tomorrow take care of itself.
    “Yep, you’re Mrs. Trace Elliott,” he said. “My wife.”
    “My name is Elizabeth Elliott. You may, however, call me Beth.”
    “I’ll call you whatever I want. Princess. Goddess. And sometimes Kate and a royal pain in the ass. But always, my woman.”
    She twitched her lip, refusing to meet his eyes. She’d never admit it, but something in her reveled in his possession of her. Of all the men she’d met, none could compare to her husband. He belonged to her now.
    “I feel safe with you,” she said, more to herself than her husband.
    “No one will hurt you again.”
    She saw affection and pride on his face. Not love. He’d insisted he’d never love her.
    But what did she know of love? A wife was lucky if her husband didn’t beat her or spend all his money on drink. She had one who wanted to please her in ways she’d never known existed. A husband who would provide her with children to love. He said respect and honesty was what kept a marriage going. She’d not known any of it growing up. So far, it felt wonderful.
    She glanced farther down the bed. The object that had brought her so much delight rested on the sheet. It grew as she watched. Her breasts swelled in reaction. She remembered how satisfied she’d felt before falling asleep.
    And what she’d offered.
    She reached down and stroked him with her fingertips. It felt hard and soft at the same time. A dark eye peeped out of its hiding place. She scrunched down in the bed so she could grasp it with both hands. Trace murmured encouragement. He’d brought her so much pleasure with his mouth. Was that what he wanted her to do in return?
    She sat up. He rolled onto his back and pressed a pillow under his head.
    “You’ll have to tell me what to do,” she said.
    “You told me you have a brain. Use it.”
    Trace encouraged her to break free from the repressed way she’d been raised. He was a hard, rough-living man with a voice to match. He’d never fit into a category Eastern society marked “acceptable.” She knew none of the girls at Miss Primula’s Ladies’ College would condescend to even sniff down their noses at someone like him, even if his voice were perfect. Yet he wanted her, and she’d discovered a sensual joy with him, one she’d never imagined. Even more, she’d found a man who wanted to please her, at least in bed
    She stroked him, running his cover back and forth so his organ appeared and disappeared. It grew so long it couldn’t hide anymore. She grasped him in both hands, leaned over and licked the dark tip. He