Hitched: Steele Ranch - Book 4 Page 11

  I had to try to tell him the truth, to make him believe I wanted him. Not his land. Not the Barlow name. I wanted King.

  How could I do that? How could I get him to listen after what my mother had just shared downstairs? I had to bare all to him and get him to forgive me, to get him to believe.

  It came to me with a clarity that made my heart skip a beat. There was only one way. I just had to hope it would work. I’d bare my soul to him and hope he took it, kept it. Treasured it.

  * * *

  WILDER

  * * *

  “What the fuck, man?” I asked, shutting the front door as Archer’s SUV headed toward town with Sarah’s mother in the back seat.

  Snow began to fall, the storm that had been predicted to bring over a foot overnight had begun. I didn’t usually give a shit about the weather, especially in January, but the snow meant Sarah’s mother wouldn’t be coming back, especially if King didn’t plow his drive. It also meant that Sarah herself wasn’t going anywhere. While her car was good in the snow, it wasn’t that good.

  King ran his hand over the back of his neck, glanced up the stairs as if he could see Sarah. “I’m going to have to get a new bed.”

  He walked to the great room, checked the lock on the door that went out to the patio, flipped it. “It’s exactly what it looked like, except I didn’t touch her.”

  “Of course, you didn’t. You’d need your fucking shots if you did.”

  He glanced at me, grinned, but it fell quickly away. Then he went down the hall and to the door off the laundry room, checked the lock.

  “You saw Sarah. She probably thinks I slept with her years ago, that I might have again today if she hadn’t shown up.”

  “She was remarkably calm for a woman scorned,” I commented, following him back to the front door, to the stairs.

  We’d made a circle of the first floor; everything was locked up tight. We both glanced up the steps.

  “I need to make this right, to dig myself out of this shit.”

  “She’ll believe you.”

  Out of anyone, Sarah knew how fucked up her mother was. Knew she’d try anything to get what she wanted, even fucking a guy half her age. But this was bad. If it were reversed and I were the guy her mother was after, if Sarah discovered the woman in just my shirt, I’d be worried, too. Even though the idea I’d fuck her was preposterous, I’d still panic.

  King gave me a look that said he doubted my words.

  “She’s our wife,” I said, grabbing his shoulder and making him look at me. I pointed up the stairs. Sarah was up there. I wasn’t sure if she were mad, sad, happy, angry. But she was here. She was worth the fight. “She loves us. Married us. She didn’t run. Now let’s go fix this.”

  King took a deep breath, let it out, but he still looked pissed as hell and headed up the steps. He turned, glanced down at me. “Fine, but be prepared to duck. I deserve anything she throws my way.”

  * * *

  KING

  * * *

  I stepped into my bedroom, prepared for an angry wife. Instead, it was empty, the master bathroom as well. Only the lingering, cloying scent of Beatrice’s perfume remained.

  I turned on my heel, found Wilder standing in the hallway. I shrugged, wondering where she might be. She hadn’t slipped out; I’d ensured all the first-floor doors were now locked…and would stay that way. The house had four bedrooms. She was in one of them.

  Wilder went down the hall, opened the door to the room he’d been sleeping in. He’d claimed it with things from his house in town, made it his. Sarah would sleep with both of us, taking turns.

  If she didn’t want to divorce me after four days.

  He didn’t go in, just stood there, staring. I moved to his side, peeked over his shoulder.

  “Holy shit,” I murmured.

  There was Sarah, on her knees, hands on her thighs, head bowed. Naked.

  The perfect submissive. Gorgeous. Her skin looked milky white in the wintery light from the window. I could see the soft turn of her full breasts and a hint of her pussy, although it was in shadow.

  My heart stuttered, stopped. When she lifted her head and looked at us, her face blotchy from crying, it kicked back in.

  I’d made her cry.

  “Princess,” I groaned, pushing Wilder out of the way and dropping to my knees before her. “Oh, baby.”

  “I didn’t marry you for your money, for your ranch like my mother said. I didn’t.” Her last words were almost a plea, her eyes almost desperate.

  I frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?”

  She glanced away, looked down at the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, Wilder’s legs appeared. All I saw were his jeans and thick socks; I didn’t dare look away from Sarah.

  “My mother was telling the truth. We’d talked about me marrying you, getting my hands on your ranch. Well, she talked and I listened.”

  “When was this?” I asked.

  “Over the weekend. After the night at Hawk’s Landing.”

  “You didn’t tell her we were engaged then, that you were going to marry me?”

  She shook her head, her dark hair sliding over her bare shoulder. “I don’t tell my mother anything, especially not something like that. She’d think I was doing it for her kind of reasons.”

  “But you didn’t,” Wilder said, squatting down, resting his elbows on his thighs.

  “No.”

  “Why did you marry me, princess?” I asked, so fucking hopeful for the answer.

  “Because I love you. I love both of you. I’ve loved you for forever.”

  The vise around my heart finally loosened. “That’s right. And because you know we love you, too. That you belong to us. You’re ours in every way.”

  I reached out, stroked her cheek. She tilted her head into the touch. I saw the way she relaxed, that her worry had diminished. I glanced at the necklace I’d put on her. Thought about what it meant.

  “I’m the one who should be sorry, not you,” I told her.

  She frowned. “Why? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

  “Princess, your mother all but said we’d fucked.”

  She closed her eyes, shook her head. “But you didn’t.”

  “Hell, no.” The idea repulsed me. That crazy, money-grubbing woman was the last person I’d sleep with. “How the hell can you believe me?”

  “For one, you wouldn’t have done…what we did in the library earlier if you were headed to meet my mother.”

  Wilder looked at me. “What did you do to her in the library?”

  Sarah blushed, but I wasn’t letting her off the hook. “Tell Wilder what we did.”

  She closed her eyes for a moment, then looked to Wilder. “He…he fucked me over my desk.”

  “Where exactly did I fuck you?”

  She bit her lip.

  “Not your pussy?”

  She shook her head.

  “Your mouth?”

  Another head shake. I waited.

  “You fucked my ass.”

  Wilder groaned.

  “I heard Wilder gave you permission to remove the plug. Is my cum still seeping out?” The idea of marking her so thoroughly had pre-cum spurt from my dick.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Good girl,” I told her. If she were going to be with two men, she had to be able to share and share thoroughly, not just her body, but her words, too.

  “Why else do you believe I wouldn’t touch your mother?”

  She cocked her head to the side. “For the same reason you believed me. My mother doesn’t lie, but she spins the truth to her liking. I believe she was in your bed, not only now but in the past.”

  I nodded once, admitted what I had hoped to never tell her. While the woman was a bitch, she was still Sarah’s mother. I had a feeling she loved the idea of a mother, but didn’t like the one she had.

  “Yes. A while ago when she was between husbands. She had her sights set on me. I made it clear then that I wasn’t interested.”

  “She’s out of money. That’s why she’s back. Why she’s clearly desperate.”

  “Hey,” I said, trying to sound offended. “I’m not that desperate of a catch.”

  That made her smile, the corner of her full lips tipping up, her eyes brightening.

  “There’s my princess,” I added, my voice soft. I reached out, slid my finger along the necklace, knowing she was mine in all things.

  She launched herself at me, her arms flying around my neck, her head resting on my chest. I almost fell backward from the impact. Wrapping my arms about her, I held her as tight as I could yet allow her to breathe. I felt the press of her breasts, the softness of her legs, the heat from her pussy, even through my jeans. My lips went to her temple and I kissed her, breathed in her sweet scent, savored the feel of her in my hold.

  “Your mother’s gone off with Archer,” Wilder said, his hand caressing her back. “He’ll make sure she’s gone and won’t bother us again.”

  “That’s right,” I added. “I’m done talking about your mother. What I want to know is why you were waiting for us, kneeling and naked.”

  She tried to pull back and I loosened my hold so she could do so, but only enough so she could look at us both.

  “Because I wanted you to know I give myself to you. Wholly. Completely. I don’t want to think about anything but your touch.”

  Wilder groaned. My dick pulsed against my jeans.

  I took her hand and lifted it to my lips. “Your finger with our rings is all we need, princess.” I kissed them, felt the metal warm from her skin against my lips.

  Her dark eyes flared. I saw love there. Need. I saw everything.

  My whole world.

  14

  SARAH

  * * *

  “We’re probably the most vanilla doms ever,” King murmured, kissing my knuckles.

  I arched a brow, tried not to smile. “You restrained me with your belts when you took my virginity,” I countered. “That’s far from vanilla.”

  “Perhaps. We’ll do it our way, whatever it is. As long as we do it together,” he added.

  “You looked beautiful, princess, kneeling and waiting,” Wilder added, leaning in so he could kiss me.

  I rose up on my knees to get closer to him, my breasts brushing King’s arm as I did so.

  “You’re naked. Does that mean you want us to fuck you?” Wilder asked.

  “It isn’t obvious?”

  His gaze went all dark and stern as he sat back away from me. “Is that sass?” he asked.

  My mouth fell open slightly, not sure what to say. He’d gone from earnest to all dommy in the matter of seconds.

  “I think we need to spank that sass out of her,” King said.

  His tone matched Wilder’s, but the wink had me relaxing. It was time to play. As they liked to say, thank fuck.

  “Get over my bed, princess, ass out,” Wilder commanded. “Present yourself.”

  His words raised goose bumps on my arms as I stood, did as he wanted. The blanket was cool at first against my skin, but when I arched my back, stuck my bottom out, I heated right up, knowing they could see all of me.

  I heard them move, stand, felt their palms cupping my bottom.

  Spank.

  I gasped, went up on my toes. It wasn’t all that hard, the swat, but the heat of it quickly spread. Everywhere. I was wet. I’d been wet since the library. My pussy was dripping with eagerness to be filled with their big cocks. My ass did still have King’s cum slipping from it, but I liked it. I liked having that feeling of being well-fucked, the cum to prove it, to know they were mine. Only mine.

  Spank.

  “We’re going to spank this ass, then we’re going to fuck it. And your pussy.”

  I wiggled my hips in eagerness.

  Spank.

  “It’s time to claim you, princess. Make you ours once and for all,” Wilder said. “If King took your ass earlier, it’s my turn.”

  I turned my head, looked over my shoulder at the two of them. So big, so virile. While they’d spanked me, they’d opened their jeans, pulled their cocks out. By the size of them, they couldn’t fit in their pants any longer.

  “I’m like a toy, being shared back and forth.”

  They both grinned.

  “Yup, full of sass,” King commented. A hand, which I assumed was his, slid down and over my pussy, the fingers slipping over my folds, then upward to my ass, still sensitive from his cock earlier. “Full of my cum, too.” His hand moved away, then spanked me.

  I hissed out a breath and groaned, not just from the stinging pleasure of the spanking, but how he spoke of what we’d done.

  “Spanking, then fucking,” he said.

  “And princess, no more talking,” Wilder added. “All we want to hear out of you are our names and screams of pleasure. You have permission to come as often and as loud as you want.”

  They spanked me then, although it wasn’t all that hard and all it did was sting and heat, sting and heat until I was quivering and eager.

  Their hands fell away, then one returned, fingers slipping right into my pussy, finding my g-spot. I went from zero to sixty in one finger curl and I came. My fingers gripped the bedding and I tossed my head back, tensing. God, it was so good. Pleasure coursed through my veins. They were so, so skilled. They’d barely touched me and I’d come. They hadn’t even played with my clit. In the past, it had been impossible to do so without my fingers there, but now…with them? I just had to let go.

  The hand pulled away and all of a sudden, I felt empty. I shivered, the sweat on my skin cooling, although my bottom was well-warmed. As I caught my breath, the bed dipped. Slowly, I opened my eyes, saw King, naked, sitting on the edge, his feet on the floor. His cock was curved, long and thick, toward his washboard abs.

  “That was just a warmup, princess. Climb on my dick and take it for a ride.”

  His pale hair was tussled from earlier; I was recognizing he ran his fingers through it when he was frustrated or mad. But it also made him look unkempt, as if he’d just spent the night fucking. I had a feeling we would be now, and that orgasm was just the start.

  Pushing up, I stepped in front of him, put my knee up on the bed on one side of his hip. His hands moved to my waist to help me straddle him, hold me up until I had his cock beneath me, then lowered me down.

  “You’re so big this way,” I breathed as he filled me up.

  Our eyes were so close together I watched as they darkened with arousal just before he kissed me. Our tongues met, tangled, matched the motion of his cock in me. I rode him—his hands controlled my motions—until I was so hot and needy.

  Breaking the kiss, he fell back onto the bed. Crooking his finger, I followed him down as we continued to kiss. My breasts pressed into his chest, my hips rocking slightly now because I had fabulous friction for my clit.

  But it wasn’t just King who wanted in me. I heard the familiar flip top of the lube, felt the cool drizzle of it in the seam of my ass, then Wilder’s finger. “King got you all opened up earlier with his dick. Let’s make sure you’re ready to take both of us at the same time.”

  I heard Wilder’s words, felt his finger slip into me, the first one to the knuckle then more, then two fingers, then three. All the while he stretched me, coated me with more and more lube, King kissed, prodded his hips up and in with the smallest fucking motion ever. His hands cupped my face sweetly, even while they we were doing such dirty things.

  “Time for both your men, princess.”

  I felt King’s legs part, then Wilder’s hand on my bottom, spreading me open. His cock nudged me there, just as King’s had earlier. But this time my pussy was filled, too.

  Wilder pressed carefully until my body gave up all resistance and he popped inside. I groaned against King’s mouth, arched my back. Wilder moved in and out, slow motions until I was able to take more and more of him. Finally, I felt his hips press against my heated bottom.

  “Fuck, princess. So good,” Wilder growled. “You have both our dicks. Such a good girl taking your men.”

  “So filled,” I moaned.

  I couldn’t move, Wilder at my back, King beneath me. Four hands were on me, keeping me exactly where they wanted me. Two dicks to bring me nothing but pleasure.

  They began to move then, alternating in and out and it was the most amazing, overwhelming feeling. I’d wanted kink. I’d wanted wild. I’d wanted dirty and naughty.

  I got it with these two.

  But while it was all of those things, it was also perfect. They were mine and they were proving it to me. They both wanted me, every inch of me and were taking it.

  I held nothing back. I couldn’t. I was completely bare, completely exposed. I couldn’t do anything but succumb to what they would give me.

  I came on a breathy moan, guttural and deep, full-body encompassing.

  I felt King swell within me, buried deep, hold himself still as he called out my name, came. Filled me.

  “So tight,” Wilder said, propping himself up on one hand beside us. I felt his entire torso against my back. Every inch of him. “So good. I love you, princess. Mine.”

  “Ours,” King added.

  “Mine,” I agreed, slumped on King, with nothing left to give. When Wilder came with a roar and filled me up, I knew I was complete. Marked, claimed. Theirs.

  I was right where I wanted to be. I might be a Steele heiress. I might make the future Barlow heirs someday, but I was just Sarah. Wilder’s and King’s wife.

  And I was content.

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