Spurred (Steele Ranch 1)

“You have our cell numbers. If you need anything, including an orgasm, you call.”

“Anytime,” Riley added.

Kady nodded again.

We walked out, left her standing there, all hot and wet, sweet and perfect. My cock was pissed at me, but there was nothing I could do. Now. Tomorrow? Kady wasn’t going to remember her name when we were done with her.

6

KADY

I thought of Riley and Cord all day long. How could I not when they’d left me bare assed and needy? As soon as they left, I ran up the stairs to my room and opened my underwear drawer, ready to put on a new pair. But as I stared down at the pile of silk and satin, I grinned. At the rate I was going with those two, the drawer would be empty before the end of the month. Cord had given me a wink as he tucked the lavender pair I’d been wearing in his pants pocket as he walked out the door.

I never went without panties. Never. In my dress, I couldn’t forget I was bare as the cool air touched my heated–and wet—pussy. Clenching my thighs together didn’t do anything to ease the ache. And the concept of no panties? It was pretty tame, but to me, Miss Schoolteacher, it was decadent. Naughty.

Not as naughty as fucking both of them on the porch. And that was why I’d pushed the drawer closed and went into town in the new SUV just as they’d left me. With Barlow being so small, I’d easily figured out where they’d gotten my killer new boots, and I went on a little shopping spree for jeans—and just made sure not to flash anyone and stayed out of strong winds.

I owned a pair of jeans, but based on the women I’d seen around town, my usual of wearing dresses was more for church than ranch. The guys didn’t seem to mind, especially since they had such easy access to exactly what they wanted. I didn’t expect to ever be considered a Montana cowgirl, but if I were to ever ride a horse, jeans were a must.

Later that night as I took a bath in the big Jacuzzi tub in the master bath, I thought of Aiden Steele. My father. There weren’t many pictures of him about the house. Only a few in his office, but he’d been in a group. While I’d always been told I looked just like my mother, I immediately knew where I got my eyes from. Aiden. His were as green as mine and similarly wide. But that seemed to be all that he’d given me. Sure, I was now rich because of him, but I’d never talked to the man. Never known he even existed. I’d hoped there would be a letter or even a sticky note he’d left for me to find. But his office—and the rest of the house—had been cleaned of his personal effects. No papers of any importance were in his desk. Nothing in the wood filing cabinet in the corner.

I had to wonder if I would have liked him. The guys said he was a difficult man and my mother had never mentioned him. Not once had I suspected my dad—Michael Parks—wasn’t my biological father. I had to wonder if my mother, if she’d lived, would have eventually told me about Aiden. Now, I’d never know. All of my parents, it seemed, were dead. While I was alone in the house now, I did have sisters. Lots of them and they belonged here as much as me. And Beth. But that wasn’t all.

I had Cord and Riley. I climbed from the tub and dried myself off with one of the plush towels. It was insane to think that we were in a relationship. That this…thing between us was more than a fling. I’d never had a one-night stand before. And the long-term relationships I’d had hadn’t been this hot and heavy. It had taken me weeks to have sex with those men. It had been a gradual thing. Like a glacier. This, with Cord and Riley, was like a rushing river. It had swept me up and was carrying me along. I couldn’t fight it. I didn’t want to.

I slipped on my robe, hung the towel on the back of the door and made my way back to my room. The moon was bright enough I didn’t need lights.

I slid off the long robe, put on my nightie and climbed beneath the cool sheets, the house dark, the night quiet. My window was open to the cool summer air and only the moon offered the room a soft glow. I was restless, my body needy. I kicked the sheets down over my legs.

I needed Cord and Riley. Wanted their touch. Their dirty words. Their cocks.

I whimpered and slid my hand down between my thighs, only the thin cotton of my nightie keeping me from coming in contact with my pussy directly. I rolled over onto my stomach, my palm pressed against my mound, my bottom cantered into the air. The fabric immediately became damp against my fingers and I pulled them away. Cord had said no touching, but I rolled my hips, hoping the bed would brush against my swollen clit. If I came because of the bedding, that wouldn’t count as touching.

I groaned in frustration. I was hooked. Like Beth, I was addicted. But Riley and Cord weren’t dangerous. Life altering, definitely. But in a good way. I hadn’t felt so carefree, so excited in a long time. And horny. I had no idea I was such a sexual being, that I could be aroused from just the thought of Cord and Riley. I could just touch myself, make myself come, but there would be no fun in that. Quick, but empty, relief. I could call them, take them up on their offer for phone sex. I loved the weird need to obey them in this and only touch myself with their permission, even if it was via cell—and yet I wanted to come.

I groaned, rolled back over and tried to fall asleep as I watched the curtains flutter in the soft breeze.

Something startled me, making me sit upright in bed. I must have fallen asleep, for I was confused as to where I was. I looked around, remembered the cozy room I’d chosen in the Steele house. I was in Montana. Relaxing my shoulders, I lay back in the bed, only to pop up again.

There was a noise. Not an outside noise like a car. We were so far off the road there were no cars driving by. It wasn’t an animal. It was a...

Thump.

A piece of furniture moved. So did my heart, right up into my throat. Someone was in the house. I slid from the bed and went to the door. It was partially open and I peeked out. All I could see was a dark hallway, but there was definitely someone walking around. Could it be Jamison or Sutton?

No. They wouldn’t come into the house in the middle of the night unannounced. They wouldn’t even come now if they rang the doorbell. Not unless there was an emergency, and then, they’d call me.

This person wasn’t trying to get my attention. I had to think they didn’t know where they were going. A chair scraped across the wood floor. He, they, whomever it was, was still downstairs.

Oh, god. I’d never had something like this happen. What did I do? I had no weapon, no self-defense training. I couldn’t go out the front door, the stairs went straight down the middle of the house and wherever the person was, they’d see me. And I wasn’t that quiet—or small—to tiptoe right past them.

Another thump.

My heart was beating so loudly I felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. There was no house phone in my room, but I had my cell. God, my cell! I went as quietly as I could to the bedside table, pulled it from the charging cord. With fumbling fingers, I dialed 911.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“There’s someone in the house,” I whispered into the phone, covering my mouth with my hand.