Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 6) by Vanessa Vale Page A

the creamy expanse of her breasts thrust up above her snug corset. Her shift did nothing to hide how enticing they were.
    Once the buttons were complete, I placed my hands on her slim shoulders, gently and carefully as not to scare her. I didn’t think she would bolt like a skittish horse, but if I were to have my cock inside of her anytime soon, I wanted her amenable. Slowly, I slid the dress off her shoulders and down her arms, lower and lower it went until it was caught about her waist. With one last push and a slide of my hands around her lush curves, it fell silently to the floor.
    A muscle in Xander’s neck pulsed at the sight of her.
    Working my hands back up her hips, I lifted the delicate material of her shift as they went. Little by little, her pussy became exposed to Xander’s gaze. He leaned forward, placing his forearms on his thighs and sucking in a breath.
    I didn’t stop my upward motion until the shift was free of her hair and I dropped it to the floor. Wanting to see her, I came around from behind her and looked my fill.
    Emily stood before us, nervous as hell, yet remaining still. Her corset squeezed her waist tightly, which only lifted and plumped up her full breasts. If the top didn’t have lace edging then her nipples would surely be visible.
    Her pussy, hell, her pussy was stunning. Pink lips couldn’t be hidden by dark curls. Her clit poked out, as if eager for our mouths again. Once we shaved her bare, nothing would hide her beauty. My cock pressed painfully against my pants, eager to feel her slick heat.
    “You’re stunning, sweetheart.” Xander’s voice was softer than I’d ever heard it. He crooked a finger and she took a tentative step closer, then another until she stood between his spread knees. He cupped her ass and stroked that supple skin before reaching up and unhooking the stays of her corset. When he let the stiff garment fall to the floor, her breasts spilled free.
    Xander swore beneath his breath as he cupped them in his palms. They were full to overflowing and the nipples, a lovely blush color, tightened.
    I itched to touch her. She was ours now. Nothing prevented me from doing so, so I came up behind her, pressed the length of my body against her back. I knew when she cried out that she’d felt my cock at her lower back. When Xander slid his hands down her belly and between her legs, widening her stance so he could stroke over her sensitive flesh, I took my turn to cup her breasts.
    They were more than a handful, teardrop-shaped and heavy in my palms. With a flick of my thumbs, her nipples tightened even further. When I tugged at the tips, she arched her back and cried out.
    “It’s different with two men, isn’t it?” I murmured, enjoying myself. I could play with her breasts all day as Xander did other things to her. I wasn’t alone in seeing to her pleasure.
    She nodded against my shoulder. “Frank, he never… it was never like this.” Her voice was breathy, stunned.
    I knew when Xander slipped a finger inside her, for she went up on her toes, which made her nipples pull taut between my fingers.
    “She’s dripping wet,” Xander commented, his head lowered and watching his hand at work. “And squeezing my fingers. I can’t wait to get her on my cock.”
    A little moan escaped her lips when he slipped his fingers from her, opened his pants and his cock fell free. A rare grin split his face when he looked up at Emily as he stroked it.
    “This is for you, sweetheart. Climb on and go for a ride.”
    I was glad Xander didn’t want to draw this out. I’d been ready for her since I opened the door to her earlier. He’d checked her for readiness. By the wet sound that was made when Xander had pulled his fingers from her pussy, I knew she was well primed for our cocks.
    With my hands on her hips, I helped Emily settle her knees on either side of Xander’s hips, then lowered her onto the broad head of his cock.
    When she sank down, little by little, filling her