She barely had time to draw a breath before Garret had her off of Edward, the other man’s seed still running down her thighs.
Flipping her onto her back, he dove between her legs, greedily licking at her pussy as if it was the best tasting dessert. The thought that he was licking up another man’s seed dripping from inside of her was positively scandalous, and the dirty thrill she got from it was so wicked that her body quickly warmed beneath his knowing tongue. Edward reached out and tweaked her nipples, sweat shining on his face as his big chest still heaved.
“That’s it, little tigress, let us worship you.”
Garret lifted his head from between her thighs, his lips shiny with the combination of her and Edward’s release. “Hold your legs up from me.”
“What?” she mumbled out. Her body buzzed and her mind so filled with pleasure, she was barely able to do anything other than feel.
Garret pushed her legs up, and it was Edward who sat up and held them in place with his big hands behind her knees.
The position opened her fully to Garret. When he lined the flared mushroom head of his erection up to her body, she arched with a smile.
“Yes,” she whispered as he easily slid in. “Oh, yes.”
Edward pulled her legs back further, and as Garret withdrew, he rubbed against that special spot that sent sparks of fire through her. She looked between her legs, entranced at the sight of Garret’s erection covered with Edward’s seed, easing his slide in and out of her body. Every time he hit that spot she clenched down, and he’d twist his hips to draw out the sensation.
“Make her gush,” Edward growled. “I want to watch her rain her release on your shaft.”
Garret took her legs from Edward and held her ankles, forcing her hips to tilt up farther, as he began to pound into her. The whole bed shook, and Edward stroked his rapidly hardening shaft with one hand while tweaking her nipples with the other. The combination of their attentions had her reaching between her own thighs and rubbing her clit, giving herself the edge she needed to cum.
Garret pulled out with a shout, and she was shocked to see wetness pouring from her body as her orgasm struck her. Her cry of shock turned to pleasure, and Edward captured her mouth with his own, kissing her blind as she rode out her never-ending release. Garret’s loud groan had her tearing away from Edward’s lips and they both watched as he worked his erection until pearly white liquid spurted out from the tip, landing on her belly and mound.
With a mighty sigh Garret collapsed next to her, one leg thrown over her shaking ones, one hand playing with his release on her belly.
The bed dipped and Edward returned a few moments later with a steaming bowl of water and a clean towel. He proceeded to clean her with the warm, soothing water then himself before rising the towel and handing it to Garret. She watched all of this with slumberous eyes, happiness saturating every inch of her body and soul. The things they did together might be a sin, but she couldn’t imagine God creating this kind of pleasure then denying it to his children. The love she felt for both of them made her nearly giddy with joy.
“I love you,” she whispered. “Both of you. I didn’t know it was possible to love someone as quickly as I love you both, but I do.”
Edward and Garret grasped her between them, both of them raining kisses down on her before Garret said, “I love you, too, my brave, beautiful little tigress.”
“And I love you,” Edward rumbled as he rested his forehead against hers. “So much. More than I knew was possible.”
They remained cuddled together, hands stroking, soft words of love and devotion being shared before Garret said, “You know, there is a preacher in town whose married a few of the Bridgewater brides. I originally wanted to wait until we got back home to give you a proper ceremony, but what would you think of getting married today?”
“Today?” she asked as her heart gave a hard flutter.
Edward nodded vigorously. “I think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had, my friend. Pastor Milden lives only a few houses down. I don’t think he’d mind making the journey.”
“We could have a small, private ceremony,” Garret said, excitement filling his voice. “And a big party when we get back home to Bridgewater. What do you think, Rowan?”
“I think that sounds perfect.”
8
ROWAN
The early dusk of winter darkened the world beyond the thick windows of the Inn, painting the cloud-streaked sky with hints of pink and purple. It was a serene view with a thick layer of snow covering a bustling town getting ready to turn in for the night. A few people still walked down the main street, and the windows of the various shops glowed with warm golden light. As Rowan stood there, she pressed her fingers to the cool glass and thought about her family, wishing with all her heart they could be here with her.
A knock came from the door, and Rowan quickly opened it, expecting to see the maid who was supposed to help her with her hair. Instead, Nancy stood there, anxiously twisting her fingers together. The younger woman looked as lovely as ever, with her raven black hair swept up to reveal her swan-like neck, but there was a sadness to her that was almost palatable. Unsure what she was doing here, Rowan braced herself for another scene like the one she’d had yesterday with Cassandra.
“Hello,” Nancy said in a soft voice. “I was wondering if you would like me to do your hair for the wedding? I’m very good
