Tangled (Steele Ranch 3)

“That’s right, baby.” His voice was husky with sleep. “We should have told you how we felt. We might have been Sutton’s friends he’d pulled in to fulfill a fantasy of yours, but it wasn’t just that. Was it?”

I shook my head, but they probably couldn’t see me. “No.”

“Close your eyes.” I felt Archer move, heard the rustle of the bedding. The bedside lamp came on. While the light was dim, when I opened my eyes, I blinked to let them adjust. We weren’t in the master bedroom, but another one down the hall. I knew nothing about my father or who else had lived in the main house with him, but by the room’s décor, it was neutral enough to be a guest room. With a king-sized bed, it was meant for either big cowboys like Lee and Archer or a couple. Or a trio. All I cared about was that no one had been shot dead in the room.

“There,” he said. His gaze roved over me, settled on my mouth. His whiskers were dark, full. While he’d showered before joining us, he hadn’t taken the time to shave. I slid my hand to slide over his jaw, felt the raspy stubble.

“I’m not spending another night in bed with you with the lights out unless we’re sleeping,” he added.

“And we’re not going to be sleeping,” Lee added, pulling me onto my back so they both loomed over me.

With two men looking down at me, I smiled. Lee’s words held a promise I was fine with. I didn’t know what time it was, late, or perhaps very early in the morning. I was no longer tired. Not with them looking at me as if I were a treat they wanted to nibble on.

“I’ve had you tonight, baby. So has Sutton. Think Archer should have his turn? He did go and capture the bad guys,” Lee added, as if I needed that as incentive to have sexy times with the sheriff.

I glanced at Archer, who had moved his hand to my breast, his finger swirling around my nipple but not touching it. It pebbled for him instantly.

“What did you do with Sutton and Lee, baby?”

Even though I was naked between two equally naked men and one of them was playing with my breast, I still flushed hotly at his question. God, what I’d done with them. “I…um, they—”

Lee chuckled. “Not a fan of dirty talk?”

I shook my head, bit my lip as Archer finally flicked my nipple.

“She sucked Sutton off as I took her from behind. You missed how gorgeous she was bent over the side of the couch.”

Archer’s finger stilled, his eyes meeting mine. “No one took your ass?”

I flushed even hotter. “No.”

He grinned then, his hand sliding all the way down my body to cup my bottom. “Good. You know how much I love taking you there.” When his finger slid lower and to that dark place he’d claimed last summer, he added, “You loved it, too. Didn’t you?”

I closed my eyes, the ability for him to make me so eager for something so…intimate and intense was impressive. Need coursed through me again and I was instantly wet. I wanted Archer. I wanted Archer to take me like he had the previous summer. Out of all the submissive things I did, this was the most intense, the most trusting. “Yes.”

The men looked to each other, had that ridiculous silent communication, then moved.

“Lee’s going to get you all worked up and ready for my cock,” Archer said, dropping a quick kiss on my lips. “Be right back.”

He slid from the bed and out the bedroom door and I got a fabulous view of his taut ass and muscular back on the way. He was just as impressive from this side.

Lee turned my chin so I looked back at him. “If Archer’s going to claim that ass again, then you need to be begging for it.” He slapped my bottom, then fell onto his back. “Ride my face, baby.”

Ride his—oh!

He grinned, licked his lips. “Come on. Let me eat that pussy.”

I sat up, tossed my leg over his waist and crawled up so I was straddling his head. He took over then, thankfully, and grasped my hips, brought me down so his mouth was on me.

All I could do was gasp and grip the headboard. He licked me from my entrance to my clit and back, licking along my slit, parting me and then delving in, his tongue a stiff point as he barely fucked me with it. Then went back to my clit. I cried out at his ruthless, precise skill. It was as if he knew exactly how to touch me. How hard, how fast and in exactly the right places.

Archer came back in the room, completely uninhibited. It was hard to pay attention to the lube and condoms he was holding when his dick stood out, thick and long, and also because Lee was incredibly talented with his tongue.

“Fuck, now that’s a sight.” Archer grinned, tossed the condoms on the bed. He’d obviously thought about this well before he’d come over, and I had to guess he’d stopped at his home in town to shower and pick up the supplies. Opening the lid on the lube, he drizzled some on his fingers.

“Ready?”

I shook my head, but gasped when Lee did something magical with his tongue.