Hitched: Steele Ranch - Book 4 Page 4

  I exhaled with his words.

  “Now watch me delete this. You, like this, all bare and perfect, is just for me and King.”

  He pushed a few buttons and I watched as the picture was, in fact, deleted.

  King went to the side of the bed and a growl escaped his chest. “Don’t move from your position. Otherwise, you’ll get your ass spanked some more.”

  I started to turn my head to see what he was doing, but Wilder came around to the far side of the bed, dropped to his knees so I could look right at him. His fingers pointed toward me, then his way. “Eyes on me. Don’t close them, don’t look away.”

  Okay. That shouldn’t be too hard. But I felt something wet and soft slide along my pussy and I gasped, startled. A hand gripped my bare hip, held me in place.

  Wilder’s usually intense look softened, a small smile turned up at the corner of his mouth. “Like King’s tongue? He’s going to lick up all that sweet honey.”

  King’s tongue? Oh. My. God. His mouth was on my pussy. They’d barely kissed me and this was what they started with? No, they’d started when Wilder carried me upstairs. If I’d wanted normal kisses, I’d have been fine with Danny Sayers from seventh grade.

  “It is sweet,” King said from between my thighs. I felt his warm breath...there. There! He could see everything up close and personal.

  And taste. Oh god.

  King. Had. His. Face. Between. My. Thighs.

  I was on a bed, ass in the air, King licking me where no one had ever even seen before, Wilder watching my every expression. I whimpered.

  “So fucking sweet. And she’s dripping,” King added as he licked me again.

  “Eyes open, princess,” Wilder warned.

  Now I knew why he’d given me the warning earlier. It was almost impossible to look at Wilder with the things King was doing. His tongue circled my entrance, slid up a fold and to my clit.

  I cried out his name.

  “That’s right, princess. Say my name,” King said. It must have spurred him on, for his hands came to the backs of my thighs, his thumbs parting me so I was completely and totally at his mercy.

  “Time to come for us, princess. I’m going to watch,” Wilder vowed.

  I’d made myself come many times. Hundreds, but it had never felt like this. Tingly and intense, hot and wet. Out of control. I could do nothing but take whatever King was going to give me and look into Wilder’s dark eyes as I did so.

  All I could do was submit.

  My body did so readily; King was a voracious and thorough lover. Skilled, too, with the way he was getting me closer and closer to coming.

  My fingers clenched the bedding, my back arched, pushing my hips into his face. My mouth fell open and my eyelids lowered halfway.

  “I’m...oh god, I’m going to come!”

  There was nothing stopping it. The way King gently yet ruthlessly licked my clit, then sucked it into his mouth was indescribable. But when he carefully slid his teeth over the sensitive nub, I was done for.

  My eyes flared wide at the surprise of it, so much more intense than I’d ever imagined. My nipples were sensitive—I felt the rings rub and the blanket felt almost scratchy against the tender skin. Every inch of my body tensed as the heat, the bliss of it spread through me, like sweet poison through my veins.

  “My turn,” Wilder said, his voice harsh as he stood abruptly, stalked around the bed. I looked back and saw King move out of the way, wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

  Gripping my hips, he flipped me onto my back. Wilder put his hands on my knees, parted them and pushed them wide. I looked up at him as he stood over me. I’d never seen him look this way, almost feral. I could see the thick bulge of his cock in his jeans, pressing, I assumed painfully.

  Wilder lowered himself and put his mouth on me, his broad shoulders keeping my thighs spread, my heels slid up and down his back.

  Instantly, my fingers went to his hair, tugged. “Wilder!”

  His hands settled on my breasts, cupped them, tugged on the nipples, gently twisted the rings as he ate me out.

  I was ridiculously sensitive from King and Wilder easily pushed me to the brink and over the edge again. This pleasure was sweet and rolling, toe curling. Equally intense but...different. Just like the two men who gave them to me.

  When he pushed up, he, too, wiped his glistening lips.

  “Now that you’re all warmed up, it’s time to play,” he said.

  Neither man made any move to remove their clothes. While I was bare except for the skirt bunched about my waist and the heels, they had every piece of clothing on.

  “Play?”

  My inner walls clenched at the thought of what they had in mind next. Each of them took hold of an ankle, carefully undid the little clasps on the straps of my stiletto Mary Janes.

  “See what makes you hot,” King said, grinning as he slid the shoe off my foot, dropped it to the floor.

  “I think you know the answer to that,” I commented.

  His eyes slid down my leg and right to my pussy.

  “That’s just one way,” he replied.

  “What about...what about you?” I asked, staring at the impressive erections thickly outlined in their jeans. Wilder’s curved blatantly to the right and up toward his hip. King’s also went to the right, but it went down the inside of his thigh, as if he had a baton in there.

  “What are you trying to say, princess?” Wilder asked, glancing down at himself, then at me.

  “Aren’t you going to… get undressed? Let me touch you?”

  Wilder quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, shucked it. Oh my. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Dark hair on his chest looked soft as it narrowed to his navel, then to a thin line that disappeared into his pants. He kept his hands at his sides, let me look my fill.

  Pushing up on my elbows, then all the way up, I knelt on the bed. He moved close so I could touch him, to feel the heat of his skin, feel the hard muscles beneath. God, it was better than I’d imagined.

  Glancing up at him through my lashes, I caught him watching me.

  “See something you like?” he asked, his voice rumbling.

  I bit my lip. Nodded. Oh, yes. I absolutely did.

  I’d thought of this, of what he’d look like, feel like, even smell like...for, well, forever.

  King worked his blue shirt off, let it fall to the floor behind him, and I put a hand on him as well.

  “Dark and light,” I said dreamily to myself. “I get both of you.”

  And I was only reveling in their chests. There was so much more of them. While this wasn’t bad, there were better...areas I wanted to see.

  Reaching for their belt buckles, I hooked my fingers around the metal and pulled them both a touch closer. Of course, they let me tug them, otherwise it would have been impossible to do so.

  As I began to fiddle with the belts, my fingers were only inches away from their bulging cocks, they stilled my motions.

  “What?” I asked, looking up at them again.

  “No dicks for you, princess.”

  I froze, my brain stalling on what Wilder said. “What?” I asked again. “I thought…I mean, if you’re going to take my virginity then at least one dick is required.”

  I hadn’t done it before, but I wasn’t that clueless.

  They both smiled. “True. Very true. But we’re not claiming you until you’ve got our rings on your finger.”

  5

  KING

  * * *

  Wilder and I were the ones who were supposed to be on our knees, although we hadn’t officially asked her to marry us. But the sight of her sated and naked—except for the skirt that was tangled up about her waist, made me just fine with this turn of events. I’d wanted to marry her for forever, known she was the one for me, the one Wilder and I would share together for as long as I could remember. But we’d had to wait. And wait. And wait for her. We’d gone about our lives, lived them. College, returning to run the ranch. For Wilder, college for him as well, but he’d gone into the Montana Fish and Game Department. We’d had girlfriends, women to fill the years while we waited for Sarah, but they’d just been fun. Nothing more.

  With Sarah, there’d always been a connection. Her smiles lit up the room, that damn dimple destroying me, as she filled a place in my heart. I came alive when she was near. Her laugh, her kindness for others, her desire to lead a simple life as the Barlow librarian against her mother’s wishes, especially with its meager salary. I loved that she lived her own life, not the one that bat-shit crazy woman planned for her involving marrying rich and frequently.

  When Sarah’s mother tried to bag me after her divorce from husband number three, I knew how special Sarah was. Fuck, to find the older woman in my bed had been a shitty surprise. I’d been twenty-three at the time and had a man’s need to fuck, but not her. No fucking way. Not only because she was Sarah’s mother, but I knew she was only naked and willing because I had a big ranch that had been handed down from generation to generation since the 1880s. The family land alone was valuable. The only ranch comparable in size to mine, to the Barlow land, was Steele Ranch.

  I’d had no interest in becoming husband number four.

  Besides, I’d been in love with Sarah even then, even then when she’d still been young. It sickened me to think what her mother had tried to do when all I wanted was sweet Sarah. Obviously, that incident had been kept top secret. Wilder knew, but it wasn’t going anywhere else. Nothing had happened and Sarah’s mom had left for California soon after.

  Sarah had survived a ruthless, conniving role model and had turned out completely the opposite. Thank fuck she’d used the example as what not to do.

  She might have put on fet wear and wanted to check out a BDSM party, but our Sarah was a virgin. Sweet and pure, but with a very naughty, very kinky streak.

  Yeah, she was fucking perfect for us.

  Which meant our dicks stayed in our pants.

  “You want to marry me?” she asked. Her dark eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open.

  Yeah, we’d stunned her. She’d fucking stunned us by being here in black latex and a half-bra with pierced nipples exposed.

  I shifted my cock in my pants just looking at the little gold rings that dangled from those gorgeous nipples. The idea of adorning them with little jeweled clamps, to see them sparkle, to dangle and swing as she moved made me hard as a rock. Fuck, little bells would be good. Hell, yes. She’d be naked in our house with little bells on those rings so we could hear her coming, to be a constant reminder of those fucking nipples.

  Yes, I was obsessed with those big, thick nipples. Those full tits which were a hefty handful. And that bra that didn’t do fucking shit except make my dick even harder…yeah, she’d be wearing a whole bunch of that lingerie, too.

  Our girl liked kinky. We’d give her lots of kinky. No panties though. That thong we’d just stripped off her was the last pair she’d be wearing around us. I needed to know she was bare and dripping, ready for our dicks.

  I growled and Sarah’s eyes widened.

  “You feel it too, don’t you, princess?” I asked. “This isn’t just sex. Hell, it’s always been more. For such a long time.”

  She dropped back onto her heels.

  “Do you just want sex with us?” Wilder asked.

  Her chin lifted and her eyes whipped to his. “What? No.”

  “Why is that?” he prodded.

  “Because I can’t just do…sex. I need more. A relationship. Affection. Love.”

  Inwardly, I sighed. That’s right. Sarah had saved herself for us. She just hadn’t said that specifically. Yet.

  “Love,” I repeated. “You won’t have sex with someone without love.”

  She nodded.

  “But you were just begging for our dicks, kneeling naked before us, undoing our belts.”

  Her cheeks flushed red at my words, crept down her long neck, over her chest and to the top swells of her breasts.

  “I’m not a slut.”

  I dropped to my knees on the carpet so she was just a little taller than me. “Fuck no. But it’s okay to share your sexuality, your passion, your desires with the men you love. And I mean men. Me and Wilder. Both of us. You love us both, don’t you, princess?”

  Wilder settled beside me so we were both on our knees before her as we should be. Her whiskey colored eyes were bright with unshed tears. She licked her lips, then nodded. “Yes. I…I tried not to, I really did.”

  I couldn’t help but grin.

  “Well, not very hard,” she admitted. “But it’s been so long. I’ve wanted both of you and it was wrong, but I couldn’t do anything about my heart. But I’ve known just as long that I need something more. I like kink.”

  My grin got even bigger.

  “We do, too.” I hooked my hand behind her neck, pulled her in for a kiss. It was supposed to be sweet and gentle, but it didn’t work out that way. I plundered her with my tongue. Sank into her sweetness.

  Finally, I lifted my head, licked my lips, tasted her still. “I may have pecked you on the mouth last summer, but that had been wrong. That hadn’t been real. This was one hell of a first kiss.”

  She blushed. “We’re doing all of this backwards. I mean, you’ve both…well, you know, tasted me in other places and we’ve barely kissed. We don’t really know each other and you want to marry me.”

  I leaned back so Wilder could have his turn kissing her. “Princess, you think we don’t really know each other? Lies get you spanked, you know.”

  “But…I don’t know what kind of toothpaste you like or what side of the bed you sleep on or if you toss your clothes on the floor.”

  “That’s all shit to work out when married. Why steal learning the good stuff for beforehand? Besides, you know all about us.”

  She arched one delicate dark brow.

  “What am I allergic to?” Wilder asked her.

  “Blueberries.”

  “What’s my father’s favorite sport to watch on TV?”

  “The Little League World Series,” she replied immediately.

  It was true, his dad loved to watch the kids play baseball. He’d been the coach for Barlow little league and even the high school team before he retired with Wilder’s mom to Florida.

  “What’s my favorite food?” I asked her.

  She looked to me. “Spaghetti and meatballs.”

  I lifted my hand to my forehead. “How did I get this scar?”

  “From your truck door.”

  There was a story there, but it wasn’t worth repeating. But Sarah knew about it.

  “See, you know us,” I told her. “And we know you like Sweet Pea lotion, your favorite author is Jane Austen, you don’t like corn on the cob and you never learned to knit, but your grandmother taught you how to crochet.”

  Her mouth fell open at my list of knowledge. “And you like things wild as fuck in the bedroom.”

  She paused and I could practically see the gears working in that smart mind of hers.

  Slowly, she smiled. There, that look lit up the whole fucking room and made me want to spout about rainbows and fucking unicorns and shit.

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Not only about me being wild in the bedroom”—she glanced away at that—“but that we do know each other.”

  “That’s right, princess,” Wilder admitted. “We want all of you. But we won’t take it without commitment. Real commitment. When you part those thighs for our dicks, you’ll know you belong to us. You’ll feel the weight of our rings on your finger, know that’s the proof your pussy is ours. But not until then.”

  “Yes, I’ll marry you,” she replied. Her eyes widened as if her words surprised her.

  Wilder kissed her, then I had my turn. Yeah, she was fucking sweet.

  When I pulled back, she bit her lip, plump and red from our mouths on hers. “Does this mean we can’t…do stuff until then?”

  Wilder glanced at me. I could practically read his mind, but his words confirmed it. “Princess, we just licked your pussy. I’d say we can do stuff until we get you to the courthouse.”

  “Like what?” she breathed.

  Wilder angled his chin. “Grab the headboard.”

  She stared at him for a moment as he stood, having to tilt her head back to keep eye contact, then crawled across the bed to do as he said. Obedient little submissive.

  When she had her hands on top of the log-style headboard, she looked over her shoulder at us, then thrust her ass out. Her latex skirt had fallen down, but when she shifted, we could see a hint of our handprints still on her round cheeks, plus all that pink, wet pussy. And when I saw the little rosette of her ass wink at us, I had to palm my dick. Monday when the county courthouse opened was a long way off.

  “Get that skirt off. I want to see every gorgeous inch of you,” Wilder told her. She shimmied and shifted to get the garment off, then moved back into place.

  “Here’s what’s going to happen now, princess,” I said, standing as well. “We’re going to see how many ways we can make you come without touching that pussy. Nothing goes near that cherry before our dicks on Monday. Your ass—because we’re going to take you there, too—your mouth, your tits tonight are all fair game.”

  She glanced at us over her shoulder. Fuck, she was like a magazine centerfold, pink pussy peeking out, her nipples hard with the shiny rings. It was going to be hard not to come in my jeans. I wanted to pull my dick out and rub one out, to spurt my cum all over her pale skin. But no, that would wait until Monday. I’d save up all of it to fill that pussy instead. Nice and deep. So deep I didn’t know where I ended and she began.

  “Our wedding night, princess, you’re going to have so much cum in that broken in pussy it’ll be dripping out all week.”

  I watched as her eyes dilated at my dirty words. She really was a kinky girl. Yeah, she was absolutely fucking perfect.

  Wilder went to the bedside drawer, pulled out a travel-sized bottle of lube, tossed it onto the bed. Yeah, we’d have to thank Matt and Ethan later for all the resort’s amenities. “Reach back, princess, and grab that ass. Show us your tight little back hole. Time to see how many times you can come.”

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