Their Tempting Bride by Lacey Davis
16
That night after they had retired to the bedroom, the three of them lay side by side and stared at one another. Georgia was frustrated. Tonight had shown her just how little she knew about her husbands and it was time for them to come clean.
She needed to hear their backgrounds, know more about them, so she could understand them even better.
“I’ve come to a conclusion,” she said, gazing at each of them.
They were beside her in bed, the two of them trying their best to keep their hands off her.
“No more secrets. After learning that my husband was supposed to be marrying a socialite, I need to know about both of you. Since we married, we’ve not really talked about our past lives, only the present. Tell me about your families. I want to know everything.”
The two men glanced at her in obvious discomfort. She could tell they didn’t like talking about themselves, but she needed to know their pasts. Already, she’d made the mistake with his father, and while the man had apologized, she knew they would never be close.
Georgia was not high in society like Daniel’s family and she would never be accepted. His father wanted Daniel to marry that snobby girl groomed with fashionable clothing and a silver spoon.
No one had spoken. “Most of the time, I obey you, but this time, gentlemen, I’m asking you to do what I ask. Tell me more about yourselves.”
The tone of her voice was stern. This could be their first fight.
“Martin, you should go first. You’ve never told me what happened with your leg. Only that you were shot during the war. What war were you in?”
With a sigh, he glanced at her, shaking his head, his eyes flickered with annoyance. “It’s not something I like to discuss.”
“I know. You haven’t let me see your leg.”
“No,” he said sharply. “I grew up not far from where Daniel lived in Philadelphia. My father was a newspaper man and my mother…” he sighed. “She was the best. I have a little sister who is married. My family was ordinary. The kids went to school. We went to church on Sunday and my father worked long hours and often could be found in a bar. He wasn’t a mean drunk, but he loved his whiskey.”
Her mouth opened in an O, and for a moment, she felt sad for him.
“After school, my father wanted me to go to work at the newspaper and I didn’t want to. So when Daniel told me he was joining the Mohamir army, I signed up. We went off to war together. We didn’t see a lot of action, but one day, a young boy was trapped in a gun fight. I dragged him to safety, but in saving him, I was shot. Tore my calf muscle to pieces and then infection set in. When I awoke, they had amputated my leg.”
She reached over and hugged him. “That is so heroic. Saving a boy from dying. Oh my.”
“It was the prince’s son and he rewarded me, but still, I would rather have my leg back,” he said taking a deep breath. “When we came home, my mother had passed away. My sister was married and my father took one look at me and said he was not supporting me. He told me I should never have gone off to that foreign war.”
Anger raged through Georgia at the way his father had treated him.
“Fortunate thing was with the funds from the prince and what my grandfather had left me, I didn’t need his help. Plus, he’d remarried and I wasn’t about to live with him and my stepmother, the barmaid he had been having an affair with for years.”
Georgia could feel the anger and the hurt that radiated from Martin and she reached over and stroked his arm, wanting to comfort him, not knowing what to say.
He shook his head and he gazed at Georgia. “When Daniel said he was coming to Montana and asked me if I wanted to go, I said yes. So here I am. I miss my sister, but I have no family left in Philadelphia. No one I will go to see.”
Georgia reached over and kissed him softly on the lips, her mouth moving over his. “That’s your reward for being so brave and telling me about your past. Thank you.”
“Hey, what about my reward?” Daniel asked.
“You didn’t tell me about the woman you were to wed. You didn’t tell me your father was coming. All this I had to learn on my own. But now you can fill in the gaps,” she said.
A frown crossed his face and his brows drew together giving him a pouty look.
“My family is very wealthy. I’m the oldest son of nine children. Our family life was probably typical for there being so many children. Don’t think my mother raised us on our own, oh no. We had a nanny who wielded a mean spoon. Papa has expected me to take over their business since I am the first born. The problem is I find it incredibly boring. Banking is not anything I would ever want to do.”
With a sigh, he glanced at Martin. “After we graduated from school, I decided I wanted to travel. I learned the Mohamir army was looking for men to be their soldiers. So I joined mainly to escape my father, but also hoping to see more of the world. Martin came with me.”
He gave a little laugh. “We saw more than we expected and learned much about how other people live. The reason our Bridgewater home exists is because we learned about men sharing a woman in Mohamir. And we knew it was something we wanted to explore.”
“So how did you become engaged?”
“When I returned, they immediately wanted me to go into the banking business. Papa and Mr. Wister decided the two of us should marry. I said no. I knew Elizabeth and we would never work together. So when I heard that Ian and Whitmore had started this settlement in Bridgewater, Montana, I decided to check it out.”
With a laugh, he smiled at Georgia. “Little did I know that I would get involved with minerals, selling and buying them from the locals, making more money than I could imagine. Then Martin and I bought this land and built a house on it, hoping that eventually, we would find a woman we could share and have a family with.
"In the meantime, Papa had grown tired of waiting for me to come home, so he hopped on a train and then a stage to arrive in Butte. Right before I met you, I learned he was coming. I had no intention of ever returning to Philadelphia and marrying Elizabeth. She was not who I wanted. And after I met you, there was no possible way things would have ever worked out. You are who I am meant to be with.”
She leaned over and kissed him. He said all the right words she needed to hear.
“Thank you, gentlemen. I feel so much better knowing something about you. Now when our children ask, I can tell them. When family and strangers ask about my men, I can give them a little information. No more secrets between us.”
After her father, she could not take any more deception or secrets or being tricked. She was done with the dishonesty in any relationship and would not accept it any longer. And her men now knew it.
“Since we’ve been good, I think you should reward us,” Martin said with that impish grin she loved, but very seldom saw.
“And how would I do that?”
“You could suck my cock,” he said with a smile.
“Can we do that without making a lot of noise? Remember, Daniel’s father is right down the hall.”
“Oh, yes,” Daniel said with a grin. “Good idea, Martin.”
“What do I do?” Georgia asked already climbing over Martin.
He moved the sheet and showed her his hard cock. “Put your mouth around me and suck. I’ll guide you.”
Leaning over him, she placed her mouth around the bulbous head. The skin felt smooth as silk as she ran her tongue around the edges.
“That’s it,” he said. “Keep doing that and suck on the end of it.”
She continued to lick and kiss and suck on his cock until she felt Daniel’s fingers on her clit. Oh no, he couldn’t or she would make too much noise.
A moan escaped from her around Martin’s cock.
“Oh, yes, keep doing that,” he said. “Make her moan again.”
Daniel’s fingers slipped through her folds and he twisted her clit. Again, she moaned.
Martin gripped her hair as he shoved his cock as far into her throat as he could. For a moment, she feared she could not breathe, but then she realized she could still get air through her nose.
“Swallow it all,” he said as he shoved his cock down into her throat and Daniel twisted her clit at the same time.
Bursts of color exploded behind her eyes as they both came. When she’d swallowed everything, they collapsed onto the bed.
“What are we going to do now?”
“Hey, don’t forget me,” Daniel said, rolling over on top of her.
She glanced at Martin and they both laughed knowing Daniel could never be left out.
“Oh, Daniel,” she said with a laugh. “How could I forget you?”
“You can’t,” he said as he shoved his cock into her mouth. “I’m fucking unforgettable.”
