Their Scandalous Bride: Bridgewater Brides

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Alastair Fraser and his best friend Keegan Black rode toward the O’Reilly ranch, eager to speak to the foreman about buying several horses.

The hills of Montana were golden as the aspens turned a toasted yellow color before winter arrived. Following fellow soldiers Ian and Whitmore to Montana, he’d fallen in love with the beauty of the mountains.

Now he and Keegan owned a nice piece of land where they raised cattle. Recently, a gang of cattle rustlers was stealing their herd, little by little. They needed to catch the rat-thieving bastards.

Did you see Martin and Daniel’s son? That cutie is trying to walk and we haven’t even found us a wife yet.

These things take time, Alastair said. Keegan longed for a family and Alastair was not in any hurry. Families could be painful. It would take a lot of trust for him to commit to a woman. He’d long ago seen the dangers of giving your heart to someone. Money and greed could drive people to do terrible things including cheat on each other.

Their horses meandered down the trail to the ranch that bordered their own property.

You’ve been telling me that for years. We haven’t shared a woman in six months and my dick is perpetually hard. I’m past ready.

Alastair turned and gazed at his friend. You want to marry just any woman? What if she doesn’t believe in the Bridgewater way? What if she’s not agreeable to being shared between us? What if she’s a cheat, a liar, or even scandalous? Is that what you want?

Keegan sighed. No, but in order to find the right woman, you have to put some effort into courting. When was the last time we courted a woman? For that matter, when was the last time we fucked a woman?

With a sigh, Alastair knew the man was right. They had been spending their time making their ranch profitable, building a house, and helping their friends and fellow soldiers in Bridgewater establish their ranches or places of business.

The community was thriving and Alastair had no regrets about coming to Montana. All he’d left in Scotland was scandal.

Maybe it was time to start searching for a woman. After all, he did want a family and maybe even a wife.

As soon as we catch whoever is stealing our cattle, we’ll come to town and start the search. But it’s not going to be easy.

Just the thought made him nervous.

As they swayed in their saddles, they came closer to the O’Reilly ranch. The foreman had advertised that he had two unbroken foals and they were ready to add to their stable. The horses would be trained in time for spring roundup. Alastair and Keegan could also talk to him about his cattle situation. Was he losing cows or were they the only ones that were missing cattle?

The O’Reilly ranch butted up against their property, but the only person they had spoken to was the foreman. The original owners had died in a blizzard a few years back and now their daughter owned the land.

And from what he heard, she was a spitfire no one wanted to deal with. The rumors of her escapades were well known.

In school, she set the teacher’s desk on fire. At church, the communion was exchanged for cake and the dressmaker refused to work with her after she cut the bodice out of the gowns.

The woman was a mischief maker with no one to control her. Though Alastair had never met her, she was not on his list of possible candidates for a wife. That kind of drama had no room in his life. None.

Charley said to come to the barn, Keegan said as they rode through the gates of O’Reilly’s Folly.

A large house sat not far from the barn. The ranch was a large piece of property and Alastair wondered about the woman who lived here. How could a woman handle this ranch?

They rode up to the barn and he swung a leg over his red mare. The horse had been his favorite for many years, but he knew in order to keep their stable secure, they needed to bring in new blood.

An older man with a limp came out of the barn, his gray hair covered by a large hat. Hello.

Alastair Fraser, he said, stepping up and gripping the man’s hand.

Keegan Black, his partner said doing the same. We’re here about the fillies you have for sale.

The man smiled. Come on back here. Two of the sweetest little fillies. Their mother is out in the field if you want to take a look at her. And their papa is being ridden by Miss Catriona, though I expect her back soon.

It would be nice to see what their parents looked like, if they were in good shape.

They walked through the barn, the smell of leather and horses pervaded the area, though the doors were open on both ends of the structure.

They walked up to a pen where the two animals stood gazing about. The one neighed loudly.

They’re upset that I haven’t moved them to the horse pen this morning. They like to run.

The two animals stood side by side. They were pretty little foals and he knew they would take a lot of work to train. Work they would do this winter.

Let me take them out to the horse pasture and you can see them run, Charley said.

As he led them out, the man glanced at them. Where you men from?

Bridgewater, Keegan said.

The man smiled and nodded his head. Hear that’s a real good place to live.

We like it, Alastair said. Your land butts up against ours.

For a second, the man paused walking and turned to look at them. Really? I didn’t know who owned that parcel. You know Phillip Johnson owns the land on the other side of us. The man sighed and continued walking toward an enclosed pasture. He pulled the rope from around the animals’ necks and slapped them on the butts. They took off running.

As they watched the animals kick up their heels and gallop about the ring, Alastair knew they would be perfect for their stable. They would bring young blood into the group and would make excellent horses once they were broken.

For the next five minutes, they discussed money and when they reached an agreeable amount, he glanced at Keegan who gave him a nod.

I’d like to see their mother and father, he said. If they’re healthy, then we have a deal.

The man smiled. Well, the father is racing toward us right now.

Alastair glanced up to see a woman riding across the fields on a beautiful black stallion, her auburn hair flying out behind her. Riding astride, her skirts were raised to her knees, exposing long shapely limbs. His dick sprang to attention.

The scandalous Miss O’Reilly.

Like a punch to the gut, it was all he could do not to take a sharp intake of breath. Racing, the horse jumped the fence and came to a stop right in front of them.

The woman dropped to the ground and settled her skirts around her.

Hello, she said breathless, and his imagination had her spread beneath them, her voice breathy as she came.

The woman was a stunning beauty, and though he knew she was wild, he couldn’t help but think of fucking her.

Hello, Keegan said as he stepped forward. What a beautiful animal.

Oh no, he wasn’t talking about the horse, Alastair knew he was thinking about the woman. And he was right. The woman was gorgeous.

The way she rode that horse, no wonder they called her scandalous.

Are you here about the foals?

Yes, Alastair said, wanting to restrain his friend, but knowing he could see the lust in the man’s eyes.

Great. They’re such sweet girls. This is their father, Whiskey, and their mother Jasmine is the red mare in the yard.

Keegan didn’t look at the horses but continued staring at the woman.

This couldn’t be good.

We’ll take them, Keegan said.

The woman smiled. Great. Now if you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I must get ready to attend the barn dance tonight. Are you attending?

Oh no. Alastair wanted to grab his friend and run.

We’d love to. Where is it being held? Keegan said, turning and glancing at Alastair.

Her emerald eyes sparkled and the sweetest laughter rippled from her and it was all Alastair could do not to keep from seeing if her full lips tasted as sweet as they looked.

She was dangerous.

In town at the city barn. I’ll be looking forward to seeing you, she said as she turned and walked away.

Charley watched her stroll away. That girl is like a daughter to me. She needs a husband to protect her. There’s a man in town who’s already claimed her, so I would be careful if I were you.

The man was warning them away and that made Alastair curious.

Keegan glanced at Alastair. No doubt, sir. A woman like that is bound to be snatched quickly.

After they paid the man, Charley promised to deliver the horses tomorrow, so they could attend the dance. Not that Alastair wanted to go, but he knew Keegan was eager to.

As they rode through the gates of O’Reilly’s Folly. Alastair glanced at his partner.

A dance was not in our plans for today.

No, but you said we could start thinking about finding us a woman, and today it seemed like we’d been given the perfect opportunity. I’m going. What about you?

There was no way he would allow Keegan to go and find a woman without him being there. The man seemed almost desperate and he needed to save his friend. Women were dangerous and deceitful.

We’ll go, but it’s just a dance and we’re not there to meet women, Alastair said.

But Catriona, oh my goodness. My dick was jumping inside my pants.

Alastair laughed. Your dick is always jumping at the sight of a pretty woman.

All that red hair and those green eyes were gorgeous. The woman was spirited and I could just imagine her spread beneath us.

She’s trouble, Alastair said. I’m not going to get involved with trouble. You know what happened and I won’t accept a woman like that.

They continued riding when suddenly a man on a horse stepped in front of them.

Alastair pulled his mare to a halt.

Hello, lads. How are you doing today?

What can we do for you? Keegan said, his hand moving close to his pistol.

The man grinned in a way that sent a spiral of fear down Alastair’s spine. Not that he was afraid of him, but the man was up to no good.

What were you doing at the O’Reilly place?

What? Why did he care what they were doing there? That was really none of his business.

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