Wrangled (Steele Ranch 2)

“What the fuck, Boone?” I asked, glancing at Kitten to make sure she was okay.

He ignored me, his eyes roving over her from her swollen, wet lips to where my hand was cupping her breast, to the expanse of thigh exposed. “That’s not what she’s saying.”

Maybe it was because I’d just had my tongue in her mouth or maybe it was because I did have a glorious handful of her killer curves, but my brain wasn’t working as well as it should.

Pulling back, I looked into Kitten’s glazed eyes. It was dark, but I could see by the green lighting from the dashboard that she was half-gone with her need.

“Is it?” Boone added.

She shook her head, her tongue flicking out to lick bottom lip. The scent of strawberries swirled around me. Shampoo? Her mouth was that sweet and I knew her pussy would be as well. Warm and sticky, too.

“She doesn’t give a shit about a horse,” Boone said. “She’s never ridden a man before. A nice big, hard dick. That pussy’s untried.”

I dropped my hand in stunned surprise and she whimpered. “You’re a virgin?”

I watched her swallow, nod. “Yes.”

I closed my eyes, blocked the gorgeous sight of her out. I was too close to coming as it was. Knowing we were the ones to take her cherry, to stretch out that virgin pussy to make it fit just our cocks made my cock throb. I groaned.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was a bad thing,” she whispered. “Maybe this is happening too fast.”

“Fuck no,” Boone said, with his usual tact. “We just have to go about this a little different. We’ll take you tonight, but we’ll have to go gentle. Slow. Even though I’m a doctor, I’m pretty sure a woman needs an easy time of it after getting her cherry popped.”

I opened my eyes, looked at my friend, gritted my teeth and nodded. Yeah, we were going to do this different. Slow, even if it fucking killed me.

PENNY

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” I said, my steps slowing as Jamison held my hand and led me into the house.

Boone had parked his huge pickup truck in a three-car garage. While it was the only vehicle in the large space, he also had a three-wheeler ATV, a dirt bike and a pop-up camper. All were spotless, not a fleck of mud or wilderness on them. As was the rest of the garage. It seemed Boone, the neat-nick, liked the outdoors in his off time.

Boone pushed the button to close the overhead garage door, then turned. “We’re not like that asshole at the bar. We won’t make you do anything you don’t want. We’re not going anywhere. We’ve got forever to get to know each other.”

“That’s just it,” I countered, tugging my hand from Jamison’s hold and crossing my arms. Not to be defiant, but to keep from reaching out again. I liked touching them. I liked the feel of Jamison’s hand in mine and on my breast and I wanted it other places. I barely trusted myself around them because they made me feel things I never had before. I’d been into a guy. Hot for him. Or so I’d thought. That had been a tepid bath in comparison. My skin was sensitive, my nipples were hard and ached to be touched. My pussy…god, the inner walls of my pussy clenched in eager anticipation of their big cocks. For the first time ever, I wanted it. No, needed it as if my survival were dependent upon it.

Yeah, we had to talk first because I was about to jump them. Climb them like a tree and hope they gave me wild monkey sex.

“Let’s take this inside,” Boone said, opening the interior door, waited for me to proceed him into the house. He put a hand on my waist to guide me in the dark and flicked on lights to a great room. A stone fireplace rose two stories beside a wall of windows. I could only imagine what the view was beyond. Now, all I could see was inky blackness. With the soft lamps lit on either side of a large sectional sofa, I envisioned curling up here on a cold winter’s night by a roaring fire and reading. The space was masculine. Dark wood floors and trim, crisp white walls. An open kitchen was connected. Knotty pine cabinets, thick granite and plenty of stainless steel appliances. Either he didn’t cook or he cleaned up after himself because everything sparkled. The house was well and simply decorated.

“It’s not the sex,” I said, glancing between them. Jamison leaned against the wall, observing. As if he didn’t want to get any closer to me, as if he needed a dozen feet to restrain himself. I couldn’t miss the thick outline of his cock. It didn’t tent his jeans like I’d seen in movies that spoofed the male condition. No, it was like a thick pipe down the inside of his thigh.

That was going to fit inside me? My pussy throbbed with eagerness to find out.

Boone dropped onto the couch and held out his hand to indicate I should sit, too.

I lowered myself a little more daintily, made sure my jean skirt didn’t ride up. I was all flustered and horny from their kisses, from Jamison’s bold touches in the truck. They couldn’t miss the way my nipples poked against my shirt, even through my bra. There was nothing I could do about my traitorous body. It knew what it wanted. Them.

I was considered very smart, but perhaps in this, I was being an idiot. Women everywhere would kill for a chance to be with two gorgeous cowboys, cowboys who’d kissed the daylights out of me, and I was talking. It just proved they were gentlemen. At least for now. I had a feeling once we were all naked, they’d behave anything but. And that was what my pussy was hoping.

Boone only arched one dark brow, so I licked my lips again and continued.

“You’re all ready to say forever with me. We’ve just met. It’s…too soon. Too fast.”

Jamison pushed off the wall, came around to sit on the large wooden coffee table before me. He put his hands on my knees, but did nothing more. His skin was warm and the simple touch shot little currents of pleasure…everywhere. “Do you just want a wild night of fucking? Is that what you need?”

His tone was as rough as the words.

I shook my head, my hair sliding over my shoulder. I tucked it back behind my ears. “No. If I did, I could have slept with Patrick or the others. Or any guy at college.”