“Think Dr. Tibbs will approve of the match?”
Chuckling, Garret nodded. “He helped save Nancy’s life. Dr. Tibbs would give Ted the world if he could, but most certainly his daughter’s hand. Especially when his daughter is obviously head over heels for the lad.”
Rolling the half empty glass of beer between his hands, Edwards said, “Do you think we should tell Rowan that Mr. Charles is dead?”
“Yes, eventually, but not right now. She doesn’t need to be thinking about that bastard swinging from the gallows for his crimes tonight.” He gave Edward a wink. “Tonight the only thing I want our lovely wife thinking about is how good it feels to have us inside of her.”
Laughing, Edward clapped him on his back. “Come on, let’s get our bride out of here before she dances herself to sleep.”
Moving to the edge of the crowd, Garret waited until Rowan in her pretty ruby red dress spun by, her golden curls flying.
Catching her by the arm, he then lifted her by her tiny waist and spun her around to a waiting Edward.
Laughing, she panted as she said, “I was dancing!”
“I know you were,” Garret said as he kissed her soft lips, “but you need to save some energy.”
Fanning herself, she stepped from between them, her cheeks rosy and her blue eyes sparkling. “I have plenty of energy.”
Stepping closer, Edward said in a low voice, “You won’t when we’re done with you.”
As Edward swept Rowan into his arms, Garret shouted to the crowd, “Thank you, all of you, for the lovely party, but I am afraid our wife has grown tired and it is time for us to put her to bed.”
The children had gone long ago, and the suggestions yelled out by the crowd grew bawdier by the minute as they left.
Rowan laughed in Edward’s arms when the stepped out onto the shoveled walkway, and their wagon already waited at the door.
Dr. Tibbs stood there, steam rising off him as he smiled. “Drive safe, and God’s blessings upon you all.”
It didn’t take them long to get home, and Edward sprinted up the stairs with Garret in hot pursuit.
Their big two-floor cabin had been built with a large family in mind, and their master bedroom was no exception. The bed itself was custom made by a Bridgewater family, and could easily sleep five grown adults. Which was a good thing because Rowan was known to kick and elbow in her sleep. And for such a tiny thing, she was a blanket hog. He’d woken up more than once with his arse freezing in the air while Rowan was bundled up next to him with the entire quilt wrapped about her.
Leaning up on her elbows, Rowan licked her lips as she said, “Do you know how distracting it is to dance with a phallus in your bum?”
Garret, who was busy stripping out of his clothes, paused. “Pardon?”
“This thing in my bottom,” she pouted. “I kept feeling it all night. Every time it shifted, I thought about what it was like to have your fingers or tongue back there.”
For the past two weeks, they’d been slowly stretching her bottom with a series of smooth, wooden plugs. Rowan had been reluctant at first, but she soon begged them during their bedroom play to play with sweet little arse.
Edward, nude and heavily aroused, crawled onto the bed with their bride. “Are you feeling achy, little tigress?”
“Very,” she pouted.
While Edward helped Rowan out of her dress, Garret went to the cupboard near the bed and took out the special oil they used on Rowan. Rolling the bottle between his fingers, he watched as Rowan giggled and played with Edward, her clothes tossed over the side of the bed until she was how he preferred her, naked. Her body was filling out, now that she was no longer starving, and her breasts had a lovely jiggle to them as Edward tickled her.
He kept the lanterns on either side of the bed burning bright as he joined them, loving the way Rowan smiled up at him. The way she looked at him, with complete devotion and trust, made him feel ten feet tall. Though his cock was eager to get back to its favorite place in the world, inside of her, he took a moment to stroke her cheek and drink in her golden beauty.
Leaning down, he ghosted a kiss over her lips and whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she said back, her ever-present smile warming him. “Both of you, so very much.”
Edward lay down next to her with a wicked grin. “Do you know what I love?”
“No, what?” their sweet little wife asked.
“When those pretty lips of yours are wrapped tight around my shaft.”
Rolling her eyes, Rowan tried to elbow Edward. “You’re so romantic.”
“What?” Edward said with a laugh. “Would you like me to write a poem to your oral skills? Fair rose with lips like velvet—”
This time, Garret elbowed him. “Why don’t you put that mouth to better use? Ease her while I remove the plug.”
Rowan let out a happy, almost purring sound, knowing what was coming next.
Edward laid on his back, and Rowan eagerly straddled his face, her hands braced on the headboard and her bottom sticking out. He could see the flared base of the dark brown wood plug in her bottom and his dick jerked. Soon, soon he would get to feel her tight heat wrapped around him, but they had to make the experience pleasurable for her as well. One of the skills the men in Lady Uriel’s court had taught him was how to train a woman’s body to take her husbands without pain.
Pouring more oil over her bottom, Garret pushed on her lower back, having her arch even more. She gave a little shuddering moan as Edward worked his mouth between her legs. Easing the plug out a little, he watched her bottom stretch
