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  I gave a slight shrug of my bare shoulder.

  “Maybe. I don’t remember. Just…unsettled.”

  While it was dark, I could see his face, his worried eyes. Lifting my hand, I cupped his jaw, felt the rasp of his beard.

  “Those four, no…five orgasms we gave you earlier weren’t enough?” he wondered.

  I felt his smile against my palm.

  His playfulness relaxed me, but his words made me eager. My body was responding to his being pressed against me. Every naked inch of it. And his cock was hard against my hip. I’d never had sex like this before. Explosive, steamy, wild. My body craved it.

  I shook my head, bit my lip.

  “Our girl is greedy for our dicks, huh?” he asked, stroking my hair back from my face.

  His dick pulsed against me and I felt the wet heat of pre-cum as it spurted onto my side.

  “You’re just as needy as me,” I countered, shifting so I could reach for him, grasp the base of his hot length and slide my fist up and down.

  He hissed, his hips bucking.

  “You need both your men, don’t you?” His voice had dropped an octave.

  My hand stilled and I looked up at him. I did. I wanted Ashe, too. I wanted to feel surrounded, to feel four sets of hands, and two dicks. Definitely. But then I worried.

  “Ah, sweetheart. I can read your mind. I’m not bothered you want Ashe, too. We’ll call him in and give you what you need, then in the morning, maybe I’ll slide down the bed and wake you up with my head between your thighs. You know I love to eat your pussy. And knowing we’ve been at you all night, that our cum still fills you up…”

  He groaned and I got wet.

  “Ashe!” he shouted. “Get in here, our woman needs another fucking.”

  “Sam,” I groaned, embarrassed. Turning my face into his chest, I breathed him in. Soap and sexy man.

  But when, seconds later, Ashe came through the doorway, naked and very aroused, I wasn’t embarrassed any more. Nope, my mouth watered to get at both of them again. Insane since it had only been a few hours. I was a total Ashe and Sam slut.

  Ashe fisted himself, stroked from base to tip. The corner of his mouth tipped up. “You need more of this?”

  I sat up, let the sheet fall to my waist. “Yes, but…but I want to be in charge.”

  Ashe’s hand stilled as his eyes dropped to my chest and he grinned. He came around the bed, slid in beside me, laid flat on his back so I was in the middle, putting his hands behind his head. “I’m all yours.”

  Yes, he was, every delectable hard inch.

  Sam shifted into the same position as Ashe and I swiveled about so I faced them both. Two naked and very aroused men on either side of me, cocks aiming upward. My pussy clenched in anticipation.

  “Wait,” Sam said leaning up and gently placing a hand over my eyes. “Close them for a sec.”

  I did and I felt the bed shift, then the colors behind my eyelids. He’d turned on the bedside lamp. Slowly, I blinked, let my eyes adjust. It was a soft light, not too bright, but I could definitely see them now. And they could see me.

  “Much better,” Ashe said. “I love seeing our girl as she rides our dicks.”

  I blushed.

  “After what we’ve done together, you’re still shy?” he asked.

  I glanced away, shrugged. I was kneeling between them. They could see everything, my hard nipples and a hint of my pussy.

  “But you want us at your mercy?”

  I met his green gaze. “Yes. You’re both so…bossy. Dominant. It makes me lose my mind and then I can’t enjoy seeing your faces when you come. I can’t see what makes you hot.”

  “Sweetheart, everything about you makes us hot,” Sam added. “Trust me, you can’t do anything we won’t like.”

  “You want to suck us?” Ashe asked.

  I blushed again, but the idea held appeal.

  “How about sitting on my face?”

  My eyes widened at the possibility. “I’ve never…I mean—”

  Ashe grinned and his cock got harder, pulsing off his belly. “Oh, that makes you hot. Since we can’t touch you, straddle me and climb up here. I want a taste.”

  He moved his arms down and by his sides out of the way.

  I wanted this and having him verbalize it all made it easier. It was one thing for me to throw a leg over his waist and crawl up his body so my thighs were by his ears, another to say I wanted to ride his face.

  “Grab the headboard,” he instructed.

  I did.

  “Now lower down. Good girl, just like that.”

  “Oh!” I cried as his mouth latched on and his tongue found my clit.

  My fingers clenched Sam’s headboard.

  “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me,” Sam said.

  Turning my head, I met his dark gaze, saw the heat there. He was looking at all of me and I could only imagine what I looked like.

  “You’re gorgeous. I love the way your hips are rocking. I bet you didn’t even realize you were fucking yourself on Ashe’s face.”

  I was. Oh god, I was totally using Ashe and he wasn’t touching me anywhere except for his lips and tongue.

  “Your tits are swaying, bouncing as you move. Every line of you is gorgeous. Want me to play with your ass? Get both your men on you?”

  I whimpered.

  “She just got wetter,” Ashe said, his hot breath fanning my pussy.

  I heard a drawer open, the flip top on a bottle of lube, then the slick feel of Sam’s fingers against my back entrance.

  Between that gentle touch and Ashe’s tongue flicking my clit, I came. Toe tingling, mind blanking bliss.

  My slippery hands released the headboard and I carefully fell to the side onto the mattress, not able to stay upright any longer.

  “I was supposed to be in charge.” I pouted, but it was hard since I felt so dang good.

  Ashe wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then shifted so he was lying on his side, his head propped up on his elbow. He looked well pleased with himself.

  Sam moved, crooked his fingers. “Another time. Now up on your hands and knees. I want to play with that ass. One of these days, sweetheart, we’ll take you together. But you have to be ready first.”

  I tingled…back there, from his finger and I wanted more. How did a woman know she liked butt stuff? And when she did, how did she get through sex without it? I had no idea, but I didn’t want to find out. I’d come once, but I wanted more. They were right. I was greedy.

  And when the two of them put their hands on me everywhere, I knew they’d make me forget about everything until I was too exhausted to care.

  12

  SAM

  * * *

  “Everyone is so going to know what we did all night,” Natalie murmured as I helped her down from the truck. We’d just pulled up in front of the main house at Steele Ranch for lunch—a very late one for us. She had on a pair of jeans and a sweater, but wore her cowboys boots she’d gotten the first day she arrived. They looked damned good on her, as if she belonged here. She did. She might have been born a city slicker, but Aiden Steele’s genes were a part of her and this land was her home.

  “Sweetheart, I’d bet my right nut they were all doing the exact same thing,” I told her.

  She looked up at me and frowned, then laughed. “I happen to like that right nut.”

  I swiped the tip of her nose with my finger. “Good to know.”

  Natalie had finally fallen asleep around six—we’d made sure she’d practically passed out from pleasure—and didn’t wake up until an hour ago. Based on the fact that it was after noon and the trucks parked out front, I assumed we were the last to arrive.

  Cricket and Sutton met us out on the porch. The weather was milder today, the storm having blown off overnight, and they left the door open behind them. Sutton was one scary looking guy. He’d even shot point blank and killed a fucker who’d been after Kady. He hadn’t blinked an eye at it, and since last summer when it
happened, he didn’t seem to regret it at all. Riley and Cord had, because they’d wanted to be the ones who took the guy out. With his close-cropped hair, tattoos and intensity, most people steered clear of Sutton. Cricket, however, had softened him. While I didn’t dare say that to his face, he’d probably agree. Our women were the best things that had happened to all of us. I gave Natalie’s shoulder a squeeze, for my own comfort and peace of mind instead of hers.

  “You might not want to go in there,” Cricket warned, thumbing over her shoulder.

  We stopped on the top step, Ashe right behind us.

  “Why?” Natalie asked.

  “I’m not fucking that pussy without a condom for two more months.” A voice shouted from inside. My eyebrows winged up at the very private words. Was that Boone?

  I glanced at Sutton, who was slowly shaking his head, then at Cricket, who grinned.

  “Penny is ready for another baby.” Sutton wasn’t one for many words, and his single sentence response explained it all.

  “But I’m ready now. The doctor gave the go-ahead,” Penny countered.

  “I’m a doctor and I say your body needs longer to recover. Tell me, kitten, are you picking a fight with me about this because you need my dick?”

  It was quiet. Penny didn’t respond. I felt wildly uncomfortable for unintentionally eavesdropping. Cricket and Sutton acted as if this happened every time Penny and her men stopped by. Ashe and I had been to a few get-togethers with the group, but this was a first.

  “Is it always like this?” Natalie asked.

  Cricket laughed. “They don’t usually argue, but someone—or two someone’s—”

  “Or three,” Sutton cut in.

  “—usually has a quickie in the office or laundry room.”

  “I heard about the quickie on the coffee table,” Ashe countered.

  Sutton looked his way, face serious. “That wasn’t a quickie.”

  I laughed, trying not to imagine what Cricket with her three men did not-so-quick in the great room.

  A door slammed inside.

  Cricket angled her head. “And there’s today’s quickie—with condoms.”

  Sutton tugged Cricket back in the house now that the argument was over.

  Natalie looked to Ashe, then me. “You’re not planning on dragging me off to some room for sexy times, are you?”

  “Sexy times?” I loved that term. I tucked her hair behind her ear. “Do you want that?”

  She shook her head, the wayward curl falling forward once again. “Everyone knowing we had sex last night? Fine. But I’m not getting it on just down the hall.”

  She wasn’t an exhibitionist. Duly noted. I’d fuck her anywhere she needed it, including the laundry room, but I wasn’t bothered if it didn’t push one of her hot buttons. She was a wildcat in private and that worked for me.

  The sound of a truck driving by had us turning. One of the ranch hands was driving by, heading down the driveway to the bunk house and stable area.

  “Oh my god.”

  I glanced down at Natalie. Over the course of two seconds, her demeanor had changed entirely. Her muscles tightened and her breath caught.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “That truck. I’ve seen it before.”

  Okay.

  “Yesterday. I thought I saw…no.” She shook her head and turned to go inside.

  I cupped her biceps and spun her about. “What?”

  “I’m pretty sure I saw that truck, that I saw Patrick just after the tire blow out.”

  I stared at her for a few seconds, took in the seriousness of her dark eyes, the confidence of her words. She sounded unsure, it seemed, not because it wasn’t true, but because she didn’t want it to be true. Glancing up, Ashe was frowning. She’d met Patrick before, a quick introduction the first day she was here and then again yesterday when we took the horses out. She knew what he looked like. Knew his name.

  “I’ll get Archer.” Ashe went inside.

  A minute later, he came back with Archer who held a bottle of beer in his hand. He was dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, clearly off duty. He shook my hand and greeted Natalie. “Ashe said you wanted to share something.”

  Natalie nodded, wiped her hands on her jeans. “Yesterday, after the tire blew, a guy stopped to help. You met him.”

  Archer nodded. “John Feranski.”

  “Right. But another car passed soon after. Well, a truck.” She glanced up at me. “Patrick’s.”

  Archer gave no outward sign of surprise, definitely a nod to his experience as a sheriff. I was fucking stunned.

  “You’re sure?”

  Natalie thought for a second. Nodded. “Yes. I know there are a million pickup trucks in Montana. I mean, each one of you men drives one. But his is pretty old and well, has those ridiculous truck nuts on the hitch and the red mud flaps.”

  “True,” Archer added, looking toward the bunk house as if he could see Patrick’s truck from here.

  “Yesterday, I didn’t really notice the truck, but I noticed Patrick driving. He caught my eye and surprised me since we were in the middle of nowhere. When he didn’t stop, I figured I was wrong because any one of you would’ve. But then when I saw the truck go by just now, and him behind the wheel, I remembered the details.”

  Patrick had been up on the pass, saw the women’s car tire blow out and hadn’t stopped? It didn’t seem like him. Hell, any Montanan stopped when someone was in trouble. It was a wild place and everyone watched out for each other, even strangers. The guy, Feranski, was an example. But why the fuck was Patrick up there in the first place? And right then?

  “You don’t think he put that tire spike in the road, do you?” Ashe asked, tipping his voice low.

  What. The. Fuck?

  Archer glanced in the open door. All was quiet within.

  “I don’t know, but it’s worth looking into.”

  “Are you shitting me?” I ran my hand over the back of my neck. “You think Patrick wanted to hurt the women?”

  Archer didn’t respond, but instead said, “The tires on Kady’s SUV are a year old. Full tread still. Cord and Riley wouldn’t risk shitty tires on a vehicle Kady drives. And now that they have Cecily…they’re protective as fuck.”

  Weren’t we all?

  “You mean it shouldn’t have just blown,” I added, trying to calm down and not storm off to the bunk house and beat the shit out of Patrick and ask questions later. “You’re thinking Patrick sabotaged the women’s SUV?”

  Natalie glanced between us, wide-eyed. “Oh, my god,” she whispered, her fingers over her lips. Lips that had been around my dick at five this morning. And that little fucker had wanted to hurt her? He was going down.

  Archer shrugged. “Don’t go all ape shit.” He looked to me and held up his hand in the stop gesture. “But the hole in the tire wasn’t small. Not like a nail or something. It was ripped.”

  “Fuck,” Ashe murmured, running a hand over his face. He walked over to the railing, leaned forward and set his hands on it. Stared out into the distance. His cheeks were flushed and his stance was tense. Yeah, he wanted to go deliver some Montana justice but was holding back.

  “We’ll invite the hands up for dinner, see what happens,” Archer said.

  “If he wanted to hurt the women, do we want him in the house?” I asked. “He should be in jail.”

  “We have no proof,” he countered. “Yet. Besides Natalie seeing him, or thinking she saw him, there’s nothing tying him to the blown tire.”

  Ashe pushed off the railing and turned. “But—” he began.

  “I believe you, Natalie,” Archer said, cutting Ashe off. “Don’t think otherwise. But we can’t just confront him. It’s not how this is done. I’ll get Cricket to invite the men up for dinner. It’s not unusual for her to do so. I’ll make a few calls to the station. Let’s keep this between the four of us for now. If Patrick really did do this, then the most important thing is for all of us not to stare at him funny over a meal
. Or have one of the other men beat the shit out of him. He has to think we have no clue.”

  “I’m a terrible actress,” Natalie admitted.

  She was rubbing her arms, so I pulled her back against me, wrapped my arms around her.

  “Don’t worry, your sisters are crazy enough to be a distraction.” Archer smiled.

  I angled my head so I could see Natalie’s face and saw that his words made her smile, too.

  “I’ll take care of this, all right?” Archer added. “Don’t worry. If Patrick did this, he’s going down. One way or another.”

  Absolutely. And I doubted Archer would even get him in handcuffs. He’d have to deal with all the men inside—plus us here on the porch—first. There was a lot of land on Steele Ranch to hide a body.

  13

  NATALIE

  * * *

  Patrick and Shamus came to eat dinner, just as Archer had assumed. He’d told Cricket that she she shouldn’t take no for an answer to her invite. Luring men with food wasn’t all that hard to do. And by the look of Patrick—and Shamus—they were young college kids who could put a side of beef away.

  Since there was so many of us, eighteen, we’d put platters of grilled hamburgers, pasta salad, chips and brownies out on the counter and everyone had helped themselves. Some had sat at the large dining room table, others on the couch to watch a baseball game as they ate. I’d sat at a stool at the kitchen counter, Sam at my side. If he got up, Ashe took his spot. It should have been smothering, not being allowed out of their sight, but today, I was just fine with that.

  It had been easy to steer clear of Patrick because Cricket had pulled me into the kitchen to help with the dishes. It had been the first time I was glad to do them. Patrick was on one of the couches in the other room watching the ball game so it didn’t seem like I was hiding. I did notice Archer remained nearby and kept an eye on him.

  But Patrick was completely normal. He’d made small talk with everyone, but he was a little wary around chatting us ladies up too much. Having big, alpha males for boyfriends/husbands probably made him wary about getting too friendly. Since Riley and Jamison knew nothing about our conversation on the porch, they were talking batter stats with him.