Spurred (Steele Ranch Book 1) Page 8

  “Do you always wear stuff like that to bed?” he asked.

  “Nighties?” I asked.

  He repeated the word as if he’d never heard it before. He gave one curt nod.

  “Yes.”

  “I thought I’d want you naked in bed. Always. But now I’m having second thoughts. That little thing barely covers your ass.”

  “They make me feel…pretty.”

  “Sweetness, you’re beautiful no matter what you wear. While they make you feel pretty, they make me horny as fuck. You can wear them anytime you want. Except right now. Now, I want you bare. Nothing between us.”

  I was kneeling on his bed. Naked. And the way his eyes heated, the way his fists clenched at his sides, made me feel pretty.

  “I can see that Riley’s been in you. His cum marks you.”

  I glanced down, saw the red whisker burn on my breast, saw and felt the cum on my thighs. I felt it in me, slipping from me a little at a time.

  “Is that…is that okay?”

  “I told you it was. It’s hot as fuck. Now lay back and spread those legs nice and wide. I want to see you. All of you.”

  Without a word, I did as he wanted, lay back down, bent my knees so my feet were planted on the bed.

  “Wider.”

  I complied.

  “Ah, sweetness, wider.”

  I slid my feet out more and more until I couldn’t go any further, until there was no doubt I was completely open to him.

  “Riley!” Cord shouted.

  “Yeah?” he called from the other room.

  “Get me the new plug, will you?”

  I frowned up at Cord, who never looked away from me as he spoke. He grinned. “Riley and I did a little shopping while we were in Helena.”

  I heard Riley’s footsteps, saw him in the doorway. He tossed Cord a small package, gave me a wink, then said, “Have fun,” before he walked away.

  Cord ripped at the packaging, tossed it onto the dresser before holding up a…oh. And a bottle of…oh.

  “Ever been plugged before?”

  I shook my head.

  “I think you’ll like it just fine. But later. Now I have to be in you.”

  My gaze dropped to his cock. It was dark, a ruddy red and it was thick. Ridiculously thick. And long. Riley wasn’t small, by any means, but I hadn’t seen him before he put himself inside me.

  Staring at Cord, I wasn’t sure how it had fit that first time.

  “Look at me like that any longer and I’ll come right here.”

  I met his eyes, saw that he was hanging on by a thread.

  He practically pounced, his hands by my head holding his weight off me. I felt the thick length of him nudging at my pussy. Since I was wide open, he didn’t have to do more than shift his hips slightly and he was in.

  “Ah!” I gasped.

  Even after coming once and having Riley fuck me first, Cord was a tight fit. I’d been wet for Riley earlier and now his seed eased the way even more.

  My inner walls clenched down, trying to adjust to being opened so wide, filled so deep.

  “Don’t move,” Cord growled, his mouth right at my neck.

  I stilled, practically held my breath.

  “I said don’t move.”

  “I’m not—”

  “Your pussy’s milking my dick and I—agh,” he groaned. I felt his hips press deep as he came. His growl making his chest vibrate.

  I lay there, beneath the big man as he came. He’d slid into me, filled me up, held himself still, then came.

  His breathing was ragged and sweat dripped from his temples.

  “Are you okay?” I whispered.

  “Sweetness, you’re too fucking perfect. My dick wanted in you so bad. You’re too tight. Too hot. Too wet. Fuck, I fill you so full with my dick. There was nothing I could do to hold off.”

  “It’s okay.”

  He lifted his head, looked down at me. “You just feel too good. The good news is, I got that first quick fuck out of the way. Now I can go all night.”

  I realized then he hadn’t gone soft like a guy should. When he pulled back, I gasped. He grinned.

  “Good?”

  I nodded.

  “We haven’t even started yet. And with all that cum easing my way in that tight pussy of yours—”

  The rest of his words were covered by my gasp. Yeah, it felt good. Amazing.

  “You’ll come for me, then I’ll flip you over, get you on your hands and knees. I’ll take my time and get that plug into you. Then I’ll fuck you. You’re going to love how full you feel.”

  He began to move then. Any thoughts, any worries about him putting a plug in me were quickly forgotten. So was my name. Where I was. Everything. And as for Cord having stamina to go all night long? Yeah, he hadn’t been lying.

  10

  RILEY

  “Hey, baby,” I said when Kady came into the kitchen. She was in one of my shirts, the sleeves rolled up. It was big enough to hit her mid-thigh. It reminded me of the shirt-dress she’d worn the day before, but this was much better. Cord must have found her one of my shirts because his would have been way too big.

  “Morning,” she replied. Her hair was wild and tangled and she looked well-rested considering they’d fucked half the night. Hell, well-fucked. I’d gone to bed and heard Cord with her. I’d had to rub one out as I did so, her whimpers and begging had made me hard again, even though I’d only had her a little while earlier. I could have joined them, but I wanted Cord to be with her. He might be a big fucker, but he’d been through shit I couldn’t even imagine, and he deserved a little sweetness. If having Kady in his bed, beneath him and all to himself eased his anger and stress, then I wasn’t going to stop him.

  I wasn’t a greedy fucker, but seeing her now like this, all loose-limbed and definitely well-fucked, I wanted to toss her over my own shoulder and carry her to my bed.

  Instead, I asked, “Coffee?”

  “God, yes.”

  I smiled as I grabbed a mug, poured her some from the pot and handed it to her. “An addict, huh?”

  “Thanks.” She sighed, as if just breathing it in gave her the caffeine fix she wanted. “I don’t make small talk until after my first cup.”

  “I’ll remember that.” I walked off, hearing the shower come on down the hall, leaving her to her coffee. I went to the bag of items we’d picked up at the sex store in Helena and grabbed another plug. The one I’d given Cord the night before was made of silicone and was narrow. A beginner one to play with. This one was small as well, but was stainless steel with a green jeweled base. It would match her eyes perfectly and look stunning parting the gorgeous cheeks of her ass.

  After she put her mug down, I assumed it was safe to chat. “Have fun with Cord last night?”

  Her cheeks turned pink and she glanced away. “Yes,” she replied.

  “Ah, baby, there’s no shame in what we do together. I might not have been in the room with you, but I heard it all.”

  She picked up her mug and hid her face behind it as she took another sip.

  It was obvious to me that she had no intention of responding, so I continued. “How did you like that plug? Feel good?”

  All she did was roll her eyes and blush more. Took another sip. I smiled because she’d run out of coffee eventually.

  “Cord told you we were going to fuck that virgin hole, right?”

  She spun about, set the mug down, cheeks bright red. “Why are we talking about this now?”

  “Because just seeing you in my shirt makes me hard.”

  She glanced over her shoulder, saw the way my cock was tenting my sleep pants.

  “I’ve been ready to fuck you ever since you climbed off my lap last night,” I admitted. “And now, knowing that pussy’s nice and full of our cum…mmm.” There was no word for that thought. I wasn’t shy, so I asked her, “Will you wear something for me?”

  She frowned. “Besides your shirt?”

  I laughed. “I fucking love seeing you
in my shirt.” I held up the plug.

  She frowned even more, came over to me, took it from my fingers. “It’s a…a—”

  “Butt plug.”

  “It has a jewel on it.”

  “That’s right.”

  “Why?” Her gaze flicked from the plug, to me, then back to the plug.

  “So anytime you wear it, I can flip up your pretty dress and see it. Know that you’re filled and thinking of what else will soon fill you there.”

  Her mouth fell open.

  “Bend over the counter, baby.”

  “What, now? Here?”

  I nodded. “Here.”

  “That’s not very hygienic.”

  I laughed at that. “Put your hands on the counter, Kady, and stick out that gorgeous ass.” When she stalled, I added, “If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you a reward.”

  The corner of her mouth tipped up, recognizing I was being bossy, but also playful. We’d only ever made her feel good. She’d come more times than Cord and I combined. Doubled. Based on what I heard from Cord’s room, she liked ass play. She just was too shy to admit it in the light of day, and in the kitchen.

  “And if I’m not a good girl?” she asked, a red eyebrow winging up in question.

  I couldn’t help but grin. “Then I’ll spank your ass a nice shade of pink, then slide that plug in. It’s going to look extra pretty when we show Cord.”

  That got her moving. She turned and put her hands on the granite, leaned forward. Not quite enough, but I’d help her. Hooking one arm about her waist, I pulled back, lowering her upper body and forcing her legs to straighten so she was at a ninety-degree angle. Her ass was out, and with a flick of my hand, the tail of my shirt was up about her waist.

  No panties.

  Gorgeous pussy. I slid my finger over the glossy folds, slipped a finger gently into her. She’d fucked both of us the night before and if she was sore, I didn’t want to hurt her. I groaned.

  “Just as I imagined, I feel all our cum. Nice and deep in there.” I slipped my finger out, slid it down the inside of one thigh, then over the other. “And dried here. We’ve marked you as ours, haven’t we, baby?”

  She lowered herself to her forearms, nodded her head.

  Grabbing the lube, I flipped up the top, dribbled some onto the narrowed tip of the plug. Placing it at her puckered star, I let her adjust to the hard, cold feel of it before I began working it in.

  “Breathe, let it out. Just like you did for Cord last night. Good girl.”

  Her back stiffened as it slipped into her, stretching her open before popping into place. The green jewel sparkled in the daylight and looked perfect.

  “So pretty,” I said. “Now for your reward.”

  I slipped my fingers, already slick with cum from her pussy, back into her. I could feel the firm shape of the plug through the thin wall of separation and she was even tighter than ever.

  “Was this what it felt like with Cord fucking you? His dick’s much bigger than my fingers. He must have crammed you full.”

  “I did. She loved it,” Cord said as he came into the kitchen. He was in a pair of jeans and button up, his feet bare, his hair damp.

  Kady stiffened, but a hand on her back kept her in place.

  “Did you love it, baby?” I asked, finding the little ridge of her g-spot and curling my fingers over it.

  “Yes!” she cried, her head dropping down so her forehead rested on her arms.

  “I love seeing that plug in you, sweetness.”

  “She’s been a good girl and it’s time for her to come,” I said.

  I heard a car pull up, the tires loud on the crushed rock driveway, and Kady’s head popped up.

  “That’s Archer. He texted and said he was stopping by,” Cord said.

  I knew Kady was close to coming. I wouldn’t deny her release because of Archer’s arrival. Her pussy wept all over my fingers. Interesting. I had to wonder if being seen made her hot. Not that I was going to find out, but I could make her think so. Test my theory.

  I leaned in close, murmured, “Come for me, baby. Come nice and hard or Cord’s going to let Archer in and he’ll see you like this. Bent over, fucking my fingers with a pretty jewel showing off your ass.”

  She groaned, clenched down on my fingers.

  Cord frowned, but I angled my head at her. His eyes flared in realization.

  “Don’t be too loud, sweetness, or he might hear you when he comes to the door.”

  She whimpered and I curled my fingers more, found her clit all hard and swollen and instead of being gentle, I pinched. Not too hard, but enough. She seemed to like rough and she needed to come.

  She didn’t disappoint, her inner walls milking my fingers as a low keening wail came from her lips.

  Cord pressed his palm against his cock as we watched our girl get off.

  She slumped against the counter when she was done, and I pulled my fingers free, went to the sink to wash up as Cord stroked her back. “Good girl,” he crooned. “You come for us so beautifully.”

  The doorbell rang and I dried my hands on a dishtowel, dropped it on the counter and went to let the sheriff in.

  My hard-on couldn’t be helped, but I knew the topic of conversation would kill my need pretty quick.

  Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Cord wrap an arm around Kady, brush her hair back from her face. I’d give them a minute for Kady to not look quite so finger fucked, but that was going to be pretty difficult. Male virility flooded me at how easily I could make her that way.

  I let Archer in. While he didn’t wear a uniform, he had one of those Batman-type utility belts with handcuffs, a gun and a walkie-talkie attached. “Long night,” I said. “Let me get you some coffee.”

  “Thanks.” He took his hat off, followed me toward the kitchen. Seeing Cord and Kady, he stopped on the great room side of the breakfast bar. “Morning. Kady, we didn’t get a chance for introductions last night. I’m Archer, Barlow County sheriff.”

  Kady offered him a quick hello from the opposite side of the kitchen’s peninsula, Cord behind her. He had a hand on the counter beside her, pinning her in. I passed Archer a mug of black coffee and he took a seat at one of the high stools.

  “It’s nice to meet you.”

  Archer was born and raised in Barlow. He’d been the year behind Cord and me in school, went to the state college and came right home when done. While I knew he wasn’t a monk, I rarely saw him with a woman. I had seen him enough with Sutton to know they shared the same…proclivities, and it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if they took a woman together. It mattered to me none as long as Kady wasn’t that woman. Based on the way he stared at her with a professional intensity, I wasn’t too concerned. We’d made it pretty damned obvious where we stood with her.

  Archer had no connection to Steele Ranch, other than the property being within the area his job served. He’d been to the property before, specifically when Aiden Steele’s body was found and he’d had to take it to the morgue.

  “Quite an introduction to our little part of the world. I heard you’re from Philadelphia.”

  “That’s right,” Kady replied.

  While she only wore my shirt, the dark plaid hid the shape of her bare breasts well. With Archer sitting, he couldn’t see that she wasn’t wearing anything else. Not that he probably didn’t know it.

  “You’ve only been here a few days.”

  “Two.”

  “Not enough to make enemies who might want to harm you?”

  She gave a dry laugh. “I’ve met Jamison and Sutton. I’ve been with Cord and Riley except to sleep and when I went into town yesterday. I bought clothes at the western store.”

  “You met Betty then.”

  “She’s got to be in her late sixties. You can’t think she was behind this.”

  Archer didn’t think that at all. Betty wouldn’t hurt anyone. He was just softening Kady up for the hard questions.

  “One of my deputies found an abandoned car
just past the turnoff for the ranch. None of us would have seen it since we all came and went to town except he lives down that way. Found the fu—the guy’s ID. New Jersey DMV lists him as Dwight Sampers. Ever heard of him?”

  “New Jersey?” Kady licked her lips, put her hands on top of the counter.

  “Camden.”

  “That’s just outside of Philadelphia.” She paused, grabbed the glass salt shaker and fiddled with it. I didn’t think she even realized she picked it up. “Are you saying this person followed me here? Why?”

  “Don’t know, but we’re looking into it now. It’s best to not be alone for now, to skip sleeping at the ranch, but looking at your men, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

  I shook my head. Fuck no. She wasn’t going to be alone, or even out of the same room.

  “I know the ranch is mine, at least part of it. It’s beautiful, but to be honest, the place scares me.”

  Cord shifted so he could look her in the eye. He took her chin, tilted it up. “Why? What else happened there?”

  She shook her head, his fingers falling away. “Nothing. I’ve lived in my house, my parents’ house, since they got married. I was two, so pretty much my entire life. There are neighbors. People around. The ranch is beautiful, but I don’t like being there alone. And after last night…maybe one of my half-sisters might like it better.”

  Did this mean she wanted to move back to Philadelphia? That even Barlow was too small?

  Archer listened with the quiet intensity of an experienced sheriff. He learned things by what people didn’t say, their reactions, as much as words. “I can understand. Barlow might not be the big city, but my neighbor told me yesterday that the sixth-grade teacher married a woman from Iowa and moved there. Guess his new wife wanted to live close to her family. So there’s an opening at the school.” Archer gave Kady a meaningful look. “Word’s spread that you’re a schoolteacher, so I would assume you could fill the vacancy if you wanted. You’d have to live in town though. It’s a far drive from the ranch, especially during the winter to get to the school every day.”

  I owed Archer a beer. A whole six-pack. Fuck, maybe even a keg. He was giving her a reason to stay. A reason that had nothing to do with the ranch. Or us. This would be for her, and her alone.