Wrangled (Steele Ranch 2)

And those words ruined my panties and made me realize I’d analyze whatever it was between us later. Much, much later.

The feel of Boone’s attentions on my neck and the placement of Jamison’s fingers had my mind going blank. I could only feel.

“Are you nervous?” Boone asked.

I blinked my eyes open once again, turned my head. He was still beside me, but several inches separated us now. I frowned. “No.”

“Have you been kissed before?”

“Yes.”

“Has a man ever touched you, like this?” Jamison asked, his fingers creeping a little closer to my pussy and I squeezed my legs together.

He pulled them away entirely, misinterpreting my action as disinterest, when, in fact, I’d wanted to pin his hands in place.

“No,” I said. I stood up, forcing Jamison to slide back on the coffee table to make room for me. I took a deep breath. Let it out. Practically stomped my boot on the floor. “You guys were all hot for me before you found out I’m a virgin. Now it’s like you think I’m going to break or burst into tears or something. The only difference between us is that you’ve done this before. You’ve got experience. I’m not any less eager and if you saw the state of my panties, you’d know that. I’m not going to break.”

“Kitten does have claws,” Boone said, the corner of his mouth tipped up. “All right, one last question.”

I quirked a brow, waited.

“If you’ve never had a man touch you, then have you ever made yourself come?”

I felt my cheeks heat, but knew I couldn’t go all virgin-like on them now. No, I wanted them, wanted this. “Yes.”

Jamison’s hand dropped to the thick length in his pants and he shifted on the coffee table. He couldn’t be comfortable.

“Show us,” Boone said.

I looked between them and they only watched me. Waited. If I was going to do this, I needed to pull up my big-girl panties and get to it. Although, I doubted those panties would be on for very long.

Inwardly, I smiled and sat back down on the couch, leaned back and parted my legs. This was just like in my bed in the dark. Alone. Yeah, not at all. The lights were on and I had two virile men watching the path of my hand as I slid it down my belly and over my jean skirt. Their deep breathing were the only sounds in the room. Their gazes heated me in ways a roaring fire in the cold fireplace never could.

Parting my legs slightly, the skirt rode up a little.

Jamison patted his knees. “Put your feet here.”

I lifted one, put it on his right knee. He took hold of the boot, tugged it off, dropped it to the floor with a thud. Slid the cream-colored knee-high sock off, let it fall. I lifted the other foot and he did the same, then placed both of my bare feet on his knees.

Slowly, he widened his legs which made my feet go further and further apart, and my skirt rode up so it was around my hips. A very intentional action that was sexy and tawdry and I loved it. I bit my lip to stifle a whimper and watched them watch me. My panties, specifically, as if they were the hottest thing they’d ever seen.

“You are wet,” Jamison said, his eyes focused squarely between my legs. The dark stubble on his jaw caught the light and I couldn’t miss the hints of red. “So wet the lace is clinging to your pussy.”

“Take them off,” Boone uttered. I had to wonder if that was his command voice used in the ER when needed. The dark tone was delicious and hit some hot buttons I didn’t even know I had. Some would say I had a submissive nature since I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my panties, and did exactly what he said.

I lifted my hips and worked them down to my knees, Jamison claiming them there and working them off the rest of the way. Instead of dropping them to the floor like my boots and socks, he tucked the tiny thong into his shirt pocket.

I bit my lip as they continued to stare, this time at my bare pussy. No man had seen it before and I felt exposed and…nervous. Was mine normal? Appealing?

“You are so beautiful,” Boone said, his eyes narrowed in what I would have assumed to be anger, but he was just aroused. Impressively so. His jaw clenched at it seemed he had to concentrate to relax. “Everywhere.”

“Touch that gorgeous pussy,” Jamison added.

From their heated gazes, I felt pretty, felt desired. That I held some kind of power over them was exhilarating. I placed my hand over my folds, discovered myself wetter than I’d ever been before. I moved my fingertips directly to my clit, which was hard and almost throbbing. My eyes fell closed at the feel of it, and knowing they were watching me felt wicked.

I gasped and my eyes flew open when I was touched, just below my fingers. Boone had leaned in and had one finger on me. With his other hand, he lifted mine away, brought it to his mouth and licked my fingertips clean.

The feel of his tongue swirling over them like an ice cream cone, knowing he was tasting my arousal, had my mouth fall open in surprise. It was so carnal, especially the way his gaze bored into me. As if he planned to devour every inch of me, and was starting with my fingers.