Spurred (Steele Ranch 1)

5

CORD

When we pulled up the next morning, she came out onto the porch. I wanted to think she was eager to see us. I was in my truck, Riley right behind me in the SUV that he’d gotten with estate money for her. It wasn’t as solid as his truck or mine, but it was darn close. It rode high, had big tires, plenty of airbags and would do well in the snow. Not that Kady had any plans of being here come winter, but the SUV was a smart choice. A safe one. No matter how long she was staying, we weren’t letting her drive around in a dinky piece of shit that could be flattened by a semi.

We got out of the vehicles, came up the path to her.

“What’s all that?” she asked.

I held up the present, my fingers gripping the supple leather. We’d had Betty, the owner of the clothing store in town, open up early especially for us. Since we were buying ladies’ boots and there was no lady with us, I had no doubt talk about Kady would spread through town pretty damned fast. Especially since Betty was known to gossip. That was fine with me. The sooner word spread that Kady was claimed, the better.

“Boots for you. Got them in town. Everyone wears boots out here, even pretty ladies in sexy dresses.”

This morning, she was in another damned dress. This one was denim and had a little belt about her waist and buttons running all the way down the front. It looked kind of like a big shirt and it was damned sexy, although I’d rather see her in one of my shirts…and nothing else. On her feet were another pair of sandals. Flats. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, the red curls tamed, although I wasn’t sure for how long. Once I got my fingers in them, they’d be loose and over her shoulders once again.

“How did you guess my size?”

Riley held up her sexy-as-fuck sandal from the night before as answer. One of the pair she’d pressed into my lower back as I’d fucked her up against the wall. In his other hand was her folded dress, the one he’d tugged over her head and tossed onto the porch, her lacy bra neatly placed on top.

Her cheeks turned a bright pink and she bit her lower lip. “I…um, wondered where those things went to.”

After she’d gone inside the night before, Riley had noticed them and gone back to grab them before we drove off. No fucking way would anyone else on the ranch discover any part of what we’d done. Even though we’d taken her out in the open, it was private, something for just the three of us. Hell, I’d never be able to see the porch without thinking of how wet she’d been, how tight a fit it was to fill her up. The sounds she made as she came.

My dick swelled at the sight of her, eager to see her again. Hell, my dick—and the rest of me—hadn’t wanted to leave her the night before. But we’d been pretty damned intense and I didn’t blame her for wanting a little time to process. I just had to hope we weren’t too much for her.

Two men wanting her, fucking her on her porch. It had been the hottest fuck ever. Rough and wild, she’d come so quickly. So had I, and I wanted to do it again, prove to her I could last longer than a teenager. And seeing Riley fuck her, and those gorgeous breasts, bouncing with each pound of his hips against her perfect ass…Christ I was hard again. She’d wanted it. Every clench of her pussy, every whimper and scream told us she’d been right there with us. Hell, she’d initiated it, but that didn’t mean it was easy for her to wrap her mind around. I had no doubt the kind of sex we’d shared wasn’t something she had every day. Or ever.

I was having a tough time grasping all this, too. I’d barely slept a wink, thinking of how tight her pussy had been. How wet. How wild she’d been for us. I’d known she’d be passionate, but she hadn’t held anything back. No. She’d been just as wild as us.

Yet that didn’t mean Riley and I hadn’t been total fucking asses. It was the first time I’d gone bare. No condom. I’d always had enough brain cells in my head to remember to wrap up. But with Kady? Yeah, I’d taken her raw and it had been incredible. Riley had said the same, felt like shit about it, too. Yet, it had been the best fuck of my life. And it had been rough and quick up against the house. She hadn’t even been naked. I’d just ripped her panties off and drove deep. The little schoolteacher made me lose my mind. I wondered now if I’d hurt her, if I’d been too rough.

Of course I’d been too rough.

“Have a seat,” I said, moving to the steps, sitting down on the top one. She settled beside me and I picked up one of her feet, undid the tiny little clasp on the side on her sandal, then the other so she was barefooted.

Reaching into the boots, I pulled out a pair of high socks Betty had sold us as well.

Kady took them from me and slipped them on, then the boots.

“Stand up, sweetness. Let’s see ‘em.”

She walked down the steps and into the cut grass as she stared down at her feet. “I’ve never had cowgirl boots before.”

She lifted her head, smiled with obvious pleasure. “Thank you.”

“Those red ones looked just right for you,” Riley said.

They did. They looked fucking great on her. Typical cowboy boot styling with the pointed toe and inch heel, but they were red and had black stitch detailing. And with the dress? Perfect.

“Would you guys like some coffee?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” Riley said, offering her one of his wicked smiles and his hand.

She blushed again as she took it and went into the house. I followed behind the two of them. After she fiddled with the coffee maker, got the grounds in the top and added the water, she spun about, faced us. “I’m… um, I’m sorry about last night. Not about what we did, but I shouldn’t have shut the door on you.”

“We were too rough,” I said immediately. She shouldn’t be the one apologizing. “We took you bare.”

“We should have used condoms. If you’re late, you’ll let us know right away,” Riley said right after, walking up to her, tipping her chin up.