Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 7) by Vanessa Vale Read Free Book Online

few of the men from there in the army and they all followed the custom of sharing a bride. If something befalls one of us, sweetheart, you’ll still be safe, protected by the other. You’re the center of our world now.”
    Parker relinquished his hold to Sully and he hugged me next. The feel of him was different. They were both tall, both well-built and solid with muscle, but Parker’s hold was gentler, while in Sully’s arms I felt sheltered. They smelled differently and distinctly. I liked the way both of them held me. I was glad I didn’t have to choose one, didn’t have to live my life without knowing both of them.
    I could only nod in agreement, for I didn’t completely grasp this arrangement and my feelings on it. It was so overwhelming, so confusing. So… insane!
    “As for the rest, while you are a virgin, you are not completely innocent,” Sully said.
    I stiffened in his hold.
    “You wondered what we thought of you for bringing us to a brothel?” Parker asked.
    “The things I said to my father—”
    “Like being on top while fucking or being taken from behind?” Sully added. “We haven’t forgotten.”
    I bit my lip and rubbed my cheek against Sully’s chest as Parker grinned. Grinned!  
    “I had to say something. ” 
    “It was a wise choice. Coming here was a wise choice. We’re safe and we can spend our wedding night taking care of you, not worrying about your father or Benson. I’d prefer not to sleep with my gun tonight. It’s the perfect place to make you ours.”
    I stiffened in Sully’s hold. “Now?” I squeaked.
    Parker stepped behind me, moved in close so that I felt his body heat, but not close enough to touch. His hands hovered over my arms and I anticipated his hold, held my breath for it. I was eager to feel Sully on one side of me and Parker on the other.
    “Tonight, yes,” Parker replied, murmuring in my ear. A chill ran down my spine at the hot feel of it on my neck. “But we aren’t brutes. We’ll take you only when you are ready.”
    “But… but what if I’m not ready?” I whispered, gripping onto the fabric of Sully’s shirt.
    Sully tilted my chin back and leaned down for a kiss.
    “It’s our job to make you that way,” he murmured, an inch from my mouth.
    My eyes fell closed at the second kiss of my life. It was as gentle as the one sealing our marriage ceremony, but this was… more. His lips brushed over mine, nibbling and tasting from corner to corner, then his tongue flicked over my bottom lip. I gasped and he took advantage and dipped his tongue inside.
    Sully’s hands cupped my jaw and he angled my head so he could kiss me as he wanted. Slow didn’t mean any less pleasurable, for I felt as if he were learning me, discovering what I liked, what made me make small sounds in the back of my throat.
    Parker’s hands finally touched me, sliding up and down my arms, then to my waist. With him pressed against me, I felt every hard inch of his broad chest, felt the press of his cock against my back.
    I was glad for his hold about my waist for surely I would have melted to the floor.
    “My turn.” Parker’s words broke through my foggy brain and before I could do more than gasp, I was spun about and Parker’s mouth was on mine. Oh, he was a good kisser. Completely different than Sully, but just as arousing. When his tongue plundered my mouth, I tasted peppermint.
    Parker growled; I felt the rumbling of it against my palms. When did I put my hands on his chest?
    With one last nibble on my bottom lip, Parker lifted his head and stepped back. My eyes fluttered open and I swayed, missing their touch, the feel of them. Their scents swirled together and teased me. They teased me and now I wanted more, just as they said I would. If they kissed like that, I wasn’t quite as skeptical about the idea of having two husbands. If this was how they could make me feel by just simple kisses… I could only imagine what they could do with our clothes off.
    “You’ll