Their Harlot Bride (Bridgewater Brides #7) - Golden Angel Page 0,8

lips still tingling from the impact of their kisses.

“Good luck!” The preacher called as we exited the church. I appreciated the sentiment—I had a feeling I was going to need it.

3

William

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Dinner passed quickly. Sassy had been a bit overcome by our kisses, but she’d recovered by the time we reached the hotel. She wanted to know all about the ranch and what we expected from her as a wife. As usual, I did most of the talking with Clive interjecting here and there.

We wanted her to be able to cook, clean the house, keep our clothes mended, and—eventually—take care of any children who came along. Of course, we’d help with all of those as we were able, especially the children, but ranching was long, hard hours. She’d be in charge, for most of it. Of course, thinking about eventual children reminded me how much I wanted to start practicing having them with our new wife.

Clive couldn’t take his eyes off of her, either. As soon as she’d admitted she was running from something, I knew he’d be in agreement. More than anything, Clive was a protector—always had been. Gruff as hell on the outside, he had a soft, squishy heart that couldn’t bear to see someone in trouble without wanting to help them.

As we finished our meal, Sassy became more and more nervous, fidgeting in her seat, her gaze flicking back and forth between us. Clive was looking at as if she was a dessert, he wanted to sink his teeth into, and I didn’t think I was doing much better. Both of us were looking forward to our wedding night.

“Well, then,” I said, looking around at our empty plates. I cocked my head at Sassy. “Ready to go upstairs?”

Nervous but not frightened was how I interpreted her nod. We led her to our room, which we’d stopped at earlier to leave her case. Once inside, she stood awkwardly in the center of the rug, nibbling on her lower lip, and peeking at Clive and me as though she wasn’t sure where to look.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said, stepping forward and gently pulling her to me. Her head tipped back, dark eyes widening when her lower body came into contact with mine, the hard ridge of my dick pressing against her soft stomach. “We’ll go slowly. I’ll be gentle.”

I lowered my mouth to hers, taking another kiss, while Clive moved around behind her and started taking the pins out of the coils of her dark hair. Sassy slowly relaxed as I coaxed her lips open, kissing her more thoroughly. Hair brushed against my fingers, where they fell on her back—Clive had pulled all the pins out. The soft strands were like black silk, whispering across my skin.

She moaned a little, and I glanced up to see that Clive was massaging her scalp.

“That’s good, Sassy,” Clive said, his voice deep and rough. “You just relax. William and I are going to take care of you.”

My cock jerked. Hell yeah, we were—in every way possible.

She squirmed against me, the way a woman does when she’s aroused, and I took that as a sign to deepen the kiss. My cock dug into her belly, throbbing and aching to be inside her, but I knew we had to take our time. Ease her into things. She had two husbands to take care of, so we needed to be gentle with her.

Her hands were on my chest, fingers flexing against me as I kissed her and kissed her. When I pulled away, her eyes were slightly glazed, and the look of surprise on her expression nearly made me grin.

“Such a pretty wife,” I said, rubbing her hips as Clive pressed against her, his hands sliding from her back to her front, cupping her breasts from beneath and making her gasp. “We want to touch you and make you feel good all over.”

“Oh, my…” Panting for breath, she closed her eyes as I undid the buttons down the front of her dress, right through the center of Clive’s hands as he massaged and squeezed her breasts. The light tan of her skin was visible through her chemise and went all the way down to where her corset started, confirming it was her natural coloring.

Working together, we slid her dress off, and Clive spun her around, taking his turn to kiss her while I pulled the laces of her corset loose. We took turns taking her mouth, spinning her back and forth between us while