Spurred (Steele Ranch 1)

“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.”