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

be ready,” Sully said, his voice deeper than normal. He was not unaffected either, for he adjusted himself and I couldn’t miss the thick outline of his cock against his trousers.
    “Um… I see.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say, for I believed him to be right. My thoughts were muddled, my body warm and loose, my nipples hard and aching. I wanted them already, my fingers itching to touch them, to learn every hard inch of them.
    Parker came around in front of me so they stood side by side. Of similar size, one was fair while the other dark. They were both thickly built, with muscles that couldn’t be missed beneath their clothing. So appealing, so handsome and so mine.
    “Chloe seems an amiable friend,” Parker commented. “What did she teach you?”
    I frowned. “Teach me?”
    “You visited here several times?” Sully asked.
    I nodded.
    “Did she take you upstairs?” Parker added.
    I licked my lips. “Yes.”
    “Did she kiss you like Sully did? Undress you? Touch you?”
    I gasped at the appalling question. “What?” I shook my head. “No, of course not. That’s—”
    “Not for you?” Sully replied.
    “I… I didn’t know. I mean, I never thought…”
    “You’re not interested in making love to another woman then.”
    My eyes widened at Parker’s words. “I’m a virgin,” I said, tilting my chin up. I didn’t want them to question that.
    Sully smiled. “That’s good, sweetheart, but you can find pleasure without losing your maidenhead. And with a woman.”
    I thought of everything I witnessed through the secret peepholes and it had never been two women together. The thought had never occurred to me.
    “Oh,” I replied, gnawing on my lip. “You’re wondering what I learned from watching, besides my crude vocabulary.”
    Parker reached out and pulled the pin from my hat, removed it from my head. Reaching behind him, he absently placed it on the table beside a bowl of cabbage.
    “You watched people fuck?” he asked.
    My cheeks flamed and I lifted my hands to them. That word… fuck, was used by Chloe and everyone at The Briar Rose in such a nonchalant way that I’d become immune. But when Parker used it in a question directed at me, I was instantly embarrassed.
    My lack of response was answer enough. Both men glanced about.
    “You couldn’t have gone out into the main rooms,” Parker said.
    “Of course not,” I sputtered. Besides being unseemly, my virtue would have been in tatters and news of my presence spread through town like wildfire. It was acceptable for a man—even a married one—to seek out a woman for a night of passion, but the same could not be said for a woman interested in the attentions of a man. Especially the Millard heiress. 
    “Where did you watch?” Sully asked, his voice deeper than I’d heard before. Commanding.
    Compelled to respond, I pointed to the wall where a hideous painting of a bowl of fruit hung off kilter.
    Sully skirted the table and lifted the artwork from the wall to reveal a small hole. Bending down—it was created for much shorter interlopers—he put his eye up to it. I could only imagine what he was seeing in the parlor. After a minute, he stood and moved out of the way, letting Parker take a peek. He groaned at whatever was happening.
    He turned from the hole and looked down at me, grinning wickedly. “You were curious about what you saw? Enough to come back more than once. Admit it, sweetheart. There is no shame.”
    “Yes.” I could lie, but it would be pointless.
    “Are you curious enough to try the things you saw, now that you’re married?”
    I turned away, paced across the room, saw that the cabbage was boiling too heavily and adjusted the flame beneath.
    “Mary,” Parker prompted, my delay obvious.
    I stood and spun to them, my nerves getting the best of me. “I don’t know how to answer. Either way and you’ll think less of me.”
    Sully came around the table, pushing one of the chairs in as he went. “How