Their Reluctant Bride

Chapter 2

2

EMILY

He picked up the discarded drawers and put them up on one shoulder, the thin white fabric a stark contrast to his work shirt. A dark, rusty sound escaped his throat as he looked at me… there. I darted a glance at Mr. Tyler, who was also eyeing my body. Cool air brushed against my thighs above the edge of my stockings and my woman’s core was heated from their gazes. Covering myself was a waste of time. I knew with Frank that once a man had focus on i*********e, there was no dissuading. I wasn’t a virgin. I knew what they wanted, what he would do. But, here? I just had to close my eyes, grit my teeth and bear it. I just had to figure out how he was doing to do it on his knees.

“I can smell her arousal from here,” Mr. Xander said.

Smell me?

“Her curls, they’re glistening. She’s wet and we haven’t even touched her yet.”

“I’m not wet,” I countered, embarrassed, trying to cover myself. “Mr. Xander, truly, I bathed just this morning and I don’t smell, nor is my skin still damp.”

“I’m just Xander.” His hands cupped my a*s and pulled me toward him. “If you want to be formal about it, you can call me sir, especially when I’m about to lick and finger f**k your sweet p***y. Either will do nicely.”

Lick? I didn’t have time to ponder his words, for his tongue flicked out and over my folds, sliding along them until he circled and circled the little bundle of nerves.

“Oh, dear Lord,” I gasped, my hips bucking. I had no idea a man could—would—do something like this.

“Say his name, baby,” Mr. Tyler whispered, kissing along the side of my neck, nipping at it and then l*****g the tender spot. “A man likes to hear his name when he’s eating his woman’s pussy.”

Xander’s hand dipped between my thighs to play over my… p***y as he continued to lick and suck at my tender flesh. I gripped his head, tangling my fingers in his hair. I wasn’t sure if it was to push him away or pull him closer.

Slipping a finger inside, he curled it and found a spot that had me crying out. His name came out on a surprised groan.

“Xander.”

His finger slipped free and I felt empty. He lifted his head and looked up at me. His lips and beard glistened. Lifting his hand, he brushed his finger over my lower lip and coated it with my wetness.

“You are wet. Dripping. An aroused woman will coat a man’s fingers, mouth and c**k with her p***y juices.” He pushed the tip of it past my lips and into my mouth. “Taste.”

I tasted myself on my tongue as I sucked on it. Xander’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched as I did so. He growled as he pulled his hand free.

“I want a taste,” Mr. Tyler uttered.

Xander pushed to his feet and took hold of the bottom of my dress as the other man took his place between my legs.

Mr. Tyler took a moment and just looked his fill. “I can see her clit poking out from here. So easily aroused.” Glancing up, he asked, “Do you want to come, baby?”

I wanted to do something, for I felt as if I was going to burst out of my skin. My heart was racing and my skin flushed; the taste of myself was indeed sweet on my tongue.

I’d come before, not from Frank, but my own fingers late at night. Sometimes he wouldn’t come home and I’d been able to explore my own body, to touch myself the way I liked. In all those moments, I’d never felt remotely like this.

“Yes,” I whispered. “God, yes.”

“I’m not God. Just Tyler. You’re going to scream my name before I’m done with you.”

Tyler pushed against the inside of my thigh, making me widen my stance. Only then did he lean in and put his mouth on me. Where Xander had been deliberate and aggressive, Tyler was focused and attentive. While he did pay special attention to my clit, he sucked one fold into his mouth, then the other before pushing the tip of his tongue inside me. I’d had Xander’s fingers and Frank’s member in me, but never a tongue. It wasn’t big enough, nor did it go in deep enough to make me come, but the idea of Tyler filling me with his c**k had me clenching his shoulders. I was lost, wild to the feelings.

These men. Lord above, these men were skilled. I had no idea what I’d been missing. I was in the entryway with my dress bunched about my waist with a man—a gorgeous man—between my legs doing wicked things to me! A second man stood by and watched. It was… wicked.

“You’re going to come for Tyler, but not until I say,” Xander whispered in my ear, the soft rasp of his beard on my neck another sensation to my already overwhelmed body.

How he knew I was almost on the brink, I didn’t know. But with Tyler pressing his tongue flat against my clit as he dipped not one, but two fingers inside me, I didn’t know how stop it.

I licked my dry lips as I gasped and cried out with pleasure. My eyes had fallen closed and I just gave in to the feeling.

“Not yet, Emily. Be a good girl and wait for your men to tell you when you can come. Your pleasure belongs to us now.”

I turned my head to look at Xander, to tell him what he could do with his pushy ways. His face was right there. His dark eyes bored into mine, our breaths mingled.

“Stop.”

I stilled at his order, but I realized when Tyler lifted his head and pulled his fingers from me that Xander was speaking to him, not me.

“No, don’t listen to him. Don’t stop!” I was panting now, as if I’d run the distance to Bridgewater instead of riding. I glanced down at Tyler—he, too, had slick lips—then at the fierce Xander.

“The next time you tell me I’m pushy, you’ll be punished and you won’t come,” Xander vowed. “That’s a promise.”

Had I said those words aloud? It seemed Xander was not a man to be trifled with.

“You want to come so much, sweetheart, then you tell Tyler exactly what you want him to do.” He stroked my hair back from my face with a gentleness that contradicted his tone.

“Make me come,” I said. I’d never said these kinds of words aloud. Frank had never brought me pleasure before. In fact, I never knew it was actually possible with a man. Until now.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Xander shake his head. “How?” he asked.

Tyler wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Waiting.

“How?” I repeated, confused.

“With my mouth?” Tyler asked.

“Yes.”

“Then tell me you want to come on my mouth.”

Tyler’s hands gripped my thighs, his thumbs brushing along the crease, nudging the hairs of my p***y. My hips shifted of their own volition, wanting his fingers closer. On me. In me.

“I want to come on your mouth.”

“With pleasure, baby. With pleasure.” Tyler rewarded me with a grin just before he put his mouth back exactly where I wanted it.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned.

“Do you want him to slip two fingers deep inside you?” Xander whispered in my ear. “Your p***y’s so delectably tight, when you come you’re going to squeeze them.”

I did right then, just by the words alone.

My hips began to shift. I couldn’t help it. I was close and I was chasing my pleasure, moving on Tyler’s face so that I was closer… closer. Oh, so close.

“Yes, fingers. In me. Please.”

I felt a hand on my bare bottom. “And what about here, sweetheart? Do you need a finger here, too?” As Xander spoke, a finger slipped between the seam of my bottom and over my…

“Xander!” I gasped. “You can’t… oh, yes!”

He’d circled my back entrance, then slipped a slick fingertip into me. I’d never been touched there before, let alone have a finger work its way inside. The stretch was uncomfortable, but, it was dark and carnal and it felt so good.

“You have Tyler on his knees l*****g your clit, drinking down all your delectable juices. His fingers are filling your p***y while you have my finger in your a*s. You like two men touching you. You like it when you have no choice but to take what we give you.”

Xander kept talking, his dark words filling the remainder of my senses. I felt their hands everywhere. I could smell their unique scents and the heady aroma of my arousal. My lingering taste was on my tongue. I could see Tyler’s head between my splayed thighs. I was overwhelmed, consumed.

“Please,” I begged, my head thrashing against the door.

“Come, sweetheart.”

I did. I obeyed Xander’s command and came so blissfully hard I surely put marks on Tyler’s shoulders with my fingernails. My scream filled the entryway and I could do nothing but clench and squeeze down on their invading fingers, riding the waves of pleasure that they gave me.

An arm banded about my waist and held me up, for my knees gave out and I would have collapsed to the floor.

Tyler stood to his full height and both men loomed over me. They, too, were breathing hard.

“We’d better get her to Olivia’s before we f**k her,” Tyler murmured. Putting his hand at the front of his pants, he adjusted himself. Oh, my. Through his pants, I could see the outline of his very large…

“I’d let you see my c**k, baby, but then I’d have to f**k you.”

I frowned, noting that both men’s pants showed clear delineation of their desire.

“Don’t you want to f**k me?” I asked, confused. “I thought… that was what I expected.”

Xander took a step back. “Not until we’re married, sweetheart. Then we’ll f**k you and mark you and fill you with our seed.”