Wrangled (Steele Ranch 2)
“Yes.”
“Dirty?”
“Yes.”
“Really fucking naughty.”
She went cold then. Her expression went blank and she stiffened.
“What? What is it?” I asked, recognizing things had just changed, that something was wrong. I glanced out the windows to see if she saw something.
“I…I don’t like that word. Naughty. I haven’t been bad.”
Shit. Shit. It was a trigger for her. Naughty. Of course, it would be. She’d been trying to be loved by her family so desperately that she probably hadn’t done anything wrong in her life just so they’d give her a scrap of praise. And yet she’d most likely been shamed instead. Sent to boarding school because she just hadn’t been good enough. She wasn’t like her step-brothers and step-sister and because of that she believed she’d done something wrong.
I groaned, wishing I could heal this wound of hers. “No, you haven’t been bad. You’ve done nothing wrong. You were perfect. You’ll always be perfect, even if we argue. Nothing will change how much both Boone and I want you. Never.” I evened my voice, made it soft. Gentle. I tugged her close, kissed her gently, a brushing of lips. “You’re such a good girl.”
She sighed, her warm breath blending with mine.
“When we touch, it’s not just lust. I’m passionate about you, just as you are for me. I want you, your body. My body wants yours. But my mind, my heart, wants you, too. All of you. I’m desperately passionate about you.”
She glanced at me and I saw she was thinking about my words. The flicker of hope, surprise.
“That’s what makes this special.”
She nodded. “Yes, I understand. I’m passionate about you both, too. For the first time, I know exactly what I want.”
“That’s right. And sex? It’s how we show each other just how much.” I grinned then, sliding my thumb across her cheek. “And we’ve just gotten started. We haven’t done all the possible ways to fuck. Yet. Do you want to know what I want to do with you?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
She was back with me. Aroused again. Interested. I knew to steer clear of that word and I’d be sure to tell Boone about it.
“I want to fill you with my dick nice and slow, missionary position so I can watch your eyes as I do, before I fill you up with my cum.”
She gave me the barest of whimpers.
“I’ll give you that,” I murmured softly. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”
I saw her blush, her eyes flare.
“Oh, Kitten, you’ve got something in mind, don’t you?”
She licked her lips, nodded.
I groaned.
“Good girl.” I turned off the truck. “Let’s get your things, then we’ll go back to the cabin and you can show me.”
I had a feeling being with Kitten was going to be one wild night. And Boone? He’d be missing out, but he’d have his turn soon enough. Kitten could have all the dick she wanted.
“No, now. Here.” Her small hands pushed me back and dove for my belt buckle.
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JAMISON
“Here?”