Spurred (Steele Ranch Book 1) Page 7

  “Kady!” I shouted, running along the second-floor landing to the maid’s room she’d claimed as her own. I pushed the door open with such force it slammed against the wall. A picture fell to the floor, the glass breaking.

  Grabbing the closet door, I yanked it open. Too damned dark to see anything, but Kady didn’t come out. Cord turned on the light and I could see the space was fucking tiny and filled with clothes and shit. No Kady. Just fucking suitcases.

  Cord was behind me, running a hand over the back of his neck.

  “Kady!” he shouted, his voice all but shaking the walls.

  “Here.”

  I glanced at him and he frowned, his head whipping around.

  “I’m out here.”

  Cord spun around, lifted the window so it was opened more than a few inches and stuck his head out. I remembered that all windows from the second floor looked out over the roof of the wraparound porch.

  “Holy fuck, Kady. It’s okay. Everything’s okay.”

  After a second, Cord backed up and stood, his hand out the window still as he helped Kady climb back through. Once she’d stepped down onto the floor, Cord picked her up in his arms, hugged her tight. She wrapped her legs around his waist, held on for dear life and started to cry.

  I sighed, willing my heart to slow as it appeared she was in one piece. Unharmed. Scared shitless, but whole. She was in this tiny little nightgown that barely covered her ass, and I had to wonder what the fucker would have done to her if he’d seen her in that. I ground my back teeth together at the thought, glad the guy was dead.

  Jamison and Sutton stood in the doorway, relief clear on their faces, but averting their eyes.

  “We’re taking her out of here,” Cord said, walking toward the door.

  They stepped back, gave him room to pass and I followed.

  “Call Archer. Get his men out here to find out who that fucker was,” he ordered, taking the stairs at a slower pace, probably not to jar Kady. “Why he was in the damned house.”

  “I called him on the way up here, said he got a call from the house already,” Sutton said, referring to the sheriff. He was a friend of ours, we’d had beers with him on occasion and he’d take this shit seriously. “Should be here soon.”

  Kady must have called 911 before she called us. Smart girl.

  “She’s not coming back here until this shit’s figured out. If Archer needs to talk to her tomorrow, she’ll be at our house.”

  Jamison and Sutton didn’t say anything. They didn’t need to. Someone had almost hurt one of ours and we were going to find out why. Until then, I wasn’t letting Kady out of my sight. Based on the way Cord held her to him, he felt the same way. There was no fucking way we were letting her go.

  8

  CORD

  Holy shit. I’d been to war. Seen battle. I’d prepared for it, trained. Armed to the fucking gills. But this? With Kady? Fuck. I’d never been so scared before. Ever. She was clinging to me, her arms and legs wrapped around me in a death grip, crying into my neck. With one arm wrapped around her upper back, the other cupping her ass, I carried her out of the house. I knew Jamison and Sutton would take care of shit, find out what the fuck was going on. I wanted to do it myself—that was my way, to protect what was mine—but Kady was more important. The fucker was dead and couldn’t hurt her ever again. The relief of that, of knowing she was okay, that Sutton had put down the dirty bastard before we could even get to our girl…

  Riley drove home quickly, but not recklessly. I carried her into the house and right into the great room. She felt so good in my arms, the lush feel of all of her soft skin in her tiny little nightgown. Riley dropped down onto the sectional sofa and waved his fingers at me to hand her over. I’d carried her out of the main house at Steele Ranch, I’d held her in my arms as he drove back to town. He wanted—no, needed—a turn holding her. Knowing she was alive.

  But I didn’t give them much room, just sat on the coffee table so my legs almost bumped Riley’s, my elbows on my knees. She’d stopped crying, but her face was splotchy and her eyes red rimmed. Her hair was a wild tangle. Her fingers curled into the front of Riley’s shirt as if afraid he might disappear.

  “Want to tell us what happened?” Riley asked, his voice soothing. He kissed the top of her head.

  She took a deep breath, let it out. “There…there isn’t much to say.” Her green eyes held mine. “I was asleep and a sound woke me. At first, I didn’t know what it was, but I heard it again. I went to the bedroom door, peeked out. There wasn’t anything to see, the house was dark.”

  Her voice was soft, weary.

  “Then there were more noises, and I knew someone was there. For a second, I thought it was maybe Jamison or Sutton. Or the other men who lived on the ranch, but they wouldn’t come in the house without at least knocking.”

  “Sutton said you called the police?”

  “I did, but I didn’t know how long they would take because the ranch is really out there. I didn’t think they’d be able to help in time. I was panicking. I-I decided to call you, but as it rang, I remembered you were in Helena.”

  I flicked my gaze up to Riley and the look in his eye told me we were thinking the same thing. Thank fuck we came home when we had.

  “But you answered and well…you know the rest,” she finished.

  “And the roof?” I asked, thinking of how I’d found her crouched in the corner by the brick chimney. It was a perfect place to hide. Dark and since her window was on the back of the house, she wouldn’t have been visible from the driveway. The only way the fucker would have seen her was if he’d done as I had, stuck his head out the window and looked hard to the left.

  “Better than the closet,” Riley answered for her.

  She just nodded against his chest.

  My cell rang and I stood, pulling it from my pocket. Since it wasn’t a ranch number, I had to assume it was Archer. Because of this, I walked into the kitchen so Kady didn’t hear.

  “Yeah,” I said into the phone.

  “It’s Archer. Your girl okay?”

  I ran my hand over my face. While I’d wanted Kady in our house more than anything, I didn’t want her here for this reason.

  “Seems to be. From what she’s told us so far, she never saw the guy.” I kept my voice low when I heard her and Riley talking. “We made sure she never saw the body.”

  All she knew was someone had been in the house and we’d come for her. That was plenty. She wasn’t ex-military and she wasn’t a cop. This shit didn’t happen in her world.

  “That’s good.” I heard Archer sigh. “No ID on the guy, but he had a Ka-Bar tucked into an ankle sheath.”

  “Shit.” That was a serious fucking knife and he’d planned on using it. And the only one in the house had been Kady.

  “None of my guys recognize him as from around here. We’ll get him to the morgue, get his prints, see what comes up.”

  I heard Kady whimper. Shit, I didn’t want her to cry again. I couldn’t handle it. Those tears were like a knife to my heart. And the way she’d clung to me, wrapped herself around me like a fucking monkey, she’d been desperate for comfort. I had to hope Riley could soothe her since I’d done a shit job if she was back at it. I moved so I could see into the other room, to check on her. But Kady wasn’t crying. Far from it. She was still on Riley’s lap, but she was now straddling his waist. One strap of her tiny nightgown was off her shoulder and Riley had his mouth on her exposed nipple. I couldn’t miss the placement of his hand either. Beneath the hem of her gown and between her thighs. Her head fell back with a moan and her hips were rocking.

  This, I was not expecting. At all. I’d envisioned settling her on my lap as we watched a movie, let her feel safe and protected. Not well-pleasured.

  “This is what you need?” Riley asked, glancing up at Kady from her breast. I could see the exposed nipple was hard and wet from his mouth.

  “Cord.”

  It took me a second to realize Archer was still talking
, and I hadn’t been paying any attention. “Yeah,” I replied, my voice rough. My cock swelled instantly at the sight of Kady fucking herself on Riley’s fingers. Up and down she went, rocking her hips, her breasts swaying as she did so. And that scant nightgown was hotter than any sexy lingerie I’d ever seen.

  “I’ll keep you updated,” Archer said.

  I gave a grunt as a reply and looked away long enough to end the call. Dropping the cell on the counter, I was ready to go and join them, but I stopped. Listened.

  “That’s it. Make it all go away. You’re safe. Good girl,” Riley crooned to her, then leaned in and suckled at her nipple again, released it with a loud pop. He grinned up at her as she cried out.

  “It’s not enough,” she gasped, then whimpered when Riley leaned back.

  I heard the metal of his buckle, then saw his hands go to Kady’s hips and pull her down.

  She cried out, her eyes flying open. Riley groaned at the same time and I knew he was balls deep in her. He hadn’t been gentle or slow. No, he filled her right up in one go. But the sounds Riley’s fingers made as he’d worked her proved she was wet. He wouldn’t have taken her if she wasn’t ready.

  Wiggling a little, I could tell she was adjusting to having a cock cram her full. Her hair was a curly mass about her head, and with her nightgown off one shoulder and her breast bared, she looked as wanton as fuck. As if she were an innocent and Riley was doing a damned good job of defiling her.

  But he was only fucking her. In the pussy. Not much defiling with just that. But there was so much more we were going to do to her, so many dirty things that maybe she was an innocent in certain ways.

  He began to move her then, guiding her up and down with his hands on her hips. Her breasts bounced as he took her harder.

  Watching was a fucking turn-on. I had to open my pants, just enough to pull out my dick, let it have room to grow because every single gasp of pleasure, every single slick sound of her pussy gobbling up Riley’s dick had it growing harder.

  Perhaps it was the adrenaline or the fact that she’d been as horny as we were, but Riley got her to the brink within a minute. Her eyes were glazed over with her passion, and when I gripped the base of my dick and a groan escaped, her gaze lifted to mine.

  She didn’t still. She couldn’t because Riley was working her. Her eyes widened in surprise at being caught, at discovering she was being watched while being fucked, but all it did was make her come.

  Her hands landed on Riley’s shoulders as her eyes fell closed and she tensed. Screamed. Fuck, she had a gorgeous come face.

  As I walked toward them, Riley shouted, and I knew he was finding his own pleasure because I remembered how it felt when her hot little pussy milked my cock. I knew that silky clamp was pulling all the cum from him. Draining him dry. And completely bare. Bare dick against hot, wet pussy.

  I moved to the same spot on the coffee table. This time, my dick was out and aiming straight for her. With her nightgown caught up in Riley’s fingers, her gorgeous ass was exposed. Her knees were spread wide around Riley’s hips. I couldn’t miss the wink of her pink little asshole as she finished coming. She dropped her head into the crook of Riley’s neck.

  Pre-cum dripped from my slit. I squeezed the base of my dick to stave it off; I wanted all of it deep inside her pussy when it was my turn. And it was coming soon.

  Both of them were breathing hard, and strands of Kady’s red hair clung to her sweaty shoulders and neck.

  “Feel better?” Riley asked, kissing the top of her head.

  Slowly, she pushed up and looked over her shoulder at me, looking like a Playboy centerfold. Her luscious ass round and upturned, her breast out and on offer, the nipple now plump and all but begging for my mouth, her skin flushed and dewy, her eyes glazed with that well-fucked look. And she was still filled with Riley’s cock.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, averting her eyes and tugging up her strap.

  Riley clucked his tongue and slipped the thin strip right back off her shoulder. “I like the view. You can’t go shy on us now.”

  “But I didn’t include you,” she said, her eyes lifting to mine. “Isn’t it…cheating?”

  I shrugged and offered her a small smile so she knew I wasn’t upset, even though I had my hands gripping the edge of the coffee table until my knuckles turned white while my dick hung out. Not in anger, but in need. “I’m the possessive sort, sweetness, but not with Riley.”

  “We won’t take you together every time,” Riley added, trying to reassure her. “Sometimes I want you all to myself. To know your orgasms are all for me and me alone.”

  When her eyes dropped to my cock, watched another bead of pre-cum slide down the head, Riley gave her ass a little pat. “Go see Cord, baby. He needs you.”

  “I do, sweetness. I need you. Need to feel you, know you’re okay.”

  Perhaps that was why she’d had a quick fuck with Riley, to know she was alive. For them to feel the connection. And now it was my turn.

  With Riley’s help, she lifted up off him, turned and stood before me, between my knees. Fuck, she was perfect. All rumpled and sexy with Riley’s cum sliding down her thigh, completely well-used and ready for more. “This…thing between us. I’ve never felt like this,” she admitted. And she wasn’t referring to sex.

  I didn’t look up into her eyes, but reverently brushed my fingers along the outer swell of her exposed breast and took in the obvious differences between us. My blunt fingers were big and calloused beside her pale, creamy skin. So soft, so warm.

  “I haven’t either.”

  “Nor me,” Riley added from behind Kady. “Or so fast.”

  “We’re not letting you go, sweetness. After this, after possibly losing you”—I paused, fought down the wave of anger and fear— “there’s no fucking way you’re getting away from us now.”

  She gave the slightest nod of her head and that was it. I’d been pushed to my limit. Having her almost die, then watch her fuck herself all over Riley’s cock, I needed to be in her. Now. So as I stood, I leaned in and lifted her up and over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry and took her right to my bedroom, my dick leading the way.

  9

  KADY

  Cord was looming over me as I lay on the bed, his hand beside my head to keep his weight off of me. But the kiss…wow. It was all heat and need. His tongue plundered and I knew he was just as eager for me as I was for him.

  This…thing between Riley, Cord and me wasn’t a one-night stand. I’d considered the possibility for a bit after what we’d done on the porch because it screamed one and done. Well, two and done. We hadn’t even gotten all our clothes off. I had, but they’d only undone their pants enough for the right equipment to be available. That was all. I still hadn’t seen Riley naked, and he’d fucked me twice. I’d barely even seen his cock. The first time he took me from behind and just now on the couch, he’d pulled it out and lowered me onto it between one second and the next.

  As he’d held me, I’d felt…itchy and achy. Unsettled. The guy in the house had scared me half to death and the aftermath made me cry, but after the tears had stopped, I’d still needed something. Riley recognized it and began to touch me, then lifted me up onto him and fucked me all by himself. God, that was hot. So hot. I’d been wet for him. Soaking. And I’d come quickly. It was like the incident had primed me for orgasm.

  I’d needed it. Bad.

  It seemed Riley had too, touching me, feeling me, hearing me, knowing I was alive.

  And now Cord.

  “I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he murmured against my lips. “I want to be, but I’m too keyed up.”

  I bent my leg so my knee slid up and down the outside of his thigh, his hip. “I think you’ve learned by now I like it rough,” I replied. While there wasn’t a light on in the room, the light from the hall allowed me to see him clearly. His dark eyes held heat, his jaw and every line of his body was tense. He was holding back.

  “I might hurt you.”
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  I shook my head, my hair sliding over the soft blanket at my back. “You won’t. You didn’t the last time.”

  He groaned, lowered his head and took my lips again. “Oh, what I want to do to you.”

  “What? What do you want to do?” I asked, breathless.

  He pushed off the bed and stood, paced back and forth in front of it. I moved so I was kneeling on the bed. “Cord.”

  He looked at me with wild eyes. Almost feral. His cock thrust out from his unzipped jeans. Dark and thick, a pulsing vein ran up the length. The crown of it was wide, mushroom shaped. I couldn’t believe that had fit, but it had. I remembered every thick inch of it.

  “I’m not scared of you,” I whispered. Or his big cock.

  “You should be.”

  “Do you know what I want?” I asked, feeling a little bold.

  One dark brow went up as his hands settled on his hips.

  “I want to see you. All of you.”

  From one second to the next, he stripped, toeing off his boots, removed his pants, ripping the buttons on his shirt until he was so big, so bare before me.

  “Wow.”

  His shoulders were muscled and wide, his waist narrower. Dark hair surrounded flat nipples and tapered to his navel, then into a thin line that went straight to the base of his cock. His legs were massive—one of his thighs was probably the size of my waist. He could hurt me, or at least someone of his size, but not Cord.

  “What else do you want?” he asked.

  “Your turn,” I replied.

  “I want your nightgown on the floor.”

  I looked down at myself. I’d forgotten my breast was exposed. I should have felt ashamed, or at least surprised at my lack of modesty, but I couldn’t. Not with him. Not with Riley either, especially after what I’d done with him on the couch.

  Grasping the hem, I lifted it up and over my head, let it fall to the floor. Cord reached behind him, flipped the light switch so the lamp beside the bed gave the room a soft glow.