Their Harlot Bride (Bridgewater Brides #7) - Golden Angel Page 0,5

knew the moment I saw her, I was looking at our wife. She was the only woman traveling alone. My body reacted, my cock thickening at the very sight of her. It didn’t matter that her dress had sleeves to the wrist and was buttoned all the way to her throat, or that her hair and face were completely hidden by her dark green bonnet. I could see the grace in her movements, her neat waist, and the generous curves of her body, and I wanted her.

When she approached and finally lifted her head, so I could see her face, my breath caught, and I nearly choked.

“William West?” The soft lilt of her voice had an accent I recognized from some of the soldiers who had made their home in Bridgewater, but I scarcely paid attention to that as she put her bag down and stood before us.

Considered comely.

That’s what her first telegram said. I had hoped for fair enough to be attractive to both Clive and me, but I never expected this. Beside me, Clive cursed under his breath, low enough, even I couldn’t hear exactly what he said, but it didn’t matter. I stared back at our soon-to-be-wife, transfixed.

Skin that looked sun-kissed—likely her natural coloring if she wore bonnets like that all that time—a heart-shaped face, finely pointed dark brows over wide black eyes, a man could fall into and drown. Her lips were a dark pink pout, plush and full, the kind of lips a man wanted to see wrapped around his cock.

Wrapped around my cock, which had hardened so fast, I felt almost dizzy from the need pounding through me.

Her eyebrows began to furrow, and I realized I hadn’t answered her. Clearing my throat, I thrust the flowers in my hand at her.

“That’s me. Sorry… I just… you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she said, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, which made me wonder. A woman on her own, who looked like she did, probably garnered unwanted attention, which explained the deep bonnet. Protectiveness welled up inside me. She tilted her head at Clive. “Hello. I’m Sassy McCloud.”

“Sorry,” I said, jumping in as I realized my mistake. “This is Clive North, my partner and your other husband-to-be.”

Sassy’s eyes widened in alarm, and the hand she’d started to hold out was snatched back.

“Other…” Her voice trailed off faintly.

“Told you this was going to happen,” Clive scoffed and looked at me. I could tell from his expression, he was just as attracted to her as I was, but that didn’t stop him from being his usual grumpy self.

I glared at him before turning back to Sassy.

“The ad said we were looking for a wife. Bridgewater is known for having a different way of marriage. The founders of the town decided they wanted a place where they could follow Mohamiram customs and settled here. We mostly marry two men to one woman.”

I pointed at the town, where several triads walked down the town’s only thoroughfare. Sassy’s head turned, the wide brim of the bonnet blocking my view, so I couldn’t see her expression as she examined them. I paused, giving her a moment to take it in, but of course, Clive had to comment.

“If that’s a problem, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

I wanted to groan. His terrible sense of humor raised itself at the oddest times. I was pretty sure he thought we were about to be rejected and wanted to hurry the process along.

“Legally, you’ll only be married to me,” I said hurriedly. “But both Clive and I will both act as your husbands. If you’ll have us.”

I held my breath for her answer.

Sassy

* * *

Two husbands.

Impossible.

Yet… I didn’t think they were lying or joking. As I watched, one of the women in the street kissed both the men she was with on the lips before going into a store. The two men stood outside, fondly watching her go before turning to talk to each other once she was inside.

That strange little curl of arousal began to ache a little bit more. Why my body was reacting this way, I didn’t know. I had never experienced it outside of a man actually touching me, yet neither of these men had laid a finger on me.

But they were both going to.

A shiver went down my spine.

“If I say it’s a problem?” I asked, curious about their answer. Neither man set off a sense of danger, other than my odd reaction to them, but I was still in