Ride Me Dirty (Bridgewater County 1)

“Hand over the phone, doll.” Sam held out his hand and when she hesitated, he lowered his voice in that commanding way of his. “We’re done fighting with you, Katie. You know the rules.”

She passed him her phone but not without a grumbled protest. “God, I’m surrounded by bossy men.”

“Sam and I are nothing like those assholes you’re working with.”

“We’re just looking out for you, doll.” Sam placed a hand on her thigh and her breath hitched. I’d bet money that pretty pussy of hers was already wet from that simple touch. “And I want you to tell us all about this ex of yours.”

She sighed.

“Now, sweetness,” I added. Had he hit her? What the hell was this asshole doing to her?

In two minutes, she offered a succinct outline of her ex-husband’s pestering. It was that and that alone.

“He has nothing. No legal grounds,” Sam said.

“I know. He just wants to mess with me.”

“You’ll give me his number and I’ll take care of this. Of him,” he added.

“What? No, I can take care of it myself.”

“Of course you can,” I cut in. “But let Sam help. You’re not alone anymore. You don’t have to take care of everything.”

She looked to me, then Sam.

“All right.”

I was surprised, yet thrilled she’d given in so easily. If we could get her ex to leave her alone, then that was a damn ball she didn’t have to juggle.

“Your priorities are out of whack,” I told her as I squeezed her thigh, slid my hand higher. “It’s up to me and Sam here to help you sort out what’s important in life.”

“And I suppose sex with you two is the most important thing.” Katie’s tone was sharp but I saw the way her chest moved as she fought for air. She wasn’t unaffected, no matter what she said. Like we told her, her body never lied. Oh yeah, she wanted us just as much as we wanted her.

“Not just sex,” Sam said. “This isn’t about sex. It’s about what’s between us. We want you to be happy. Satisfied. You deserve to be treated right and taken care of every day of your life, not just when you’re visiting Montana on family business. We’re the men to do that.”

Turning the ignition, I glanced over at Katie’s lap. “Pull up that skirt for me, sweetness. I need to make sure you’re not wearing any panties.”

She shifted in her spot next to me. “I’m not. Sam took them from me this morning when we, um…”

“When he spanked and plugged that perfect ass then fucked you?” I finished. I loved the way her cheeks turned red. But even better was the way she fidgeted on the bench between us, a sure sign her pussy was throbbing, just aching to be filled. I hadn’t fucked her yet, only had that sweet suck of her mouth on me and I was dying to be balls deep.

My cock was hard just thinking of the sounds she’d made back in Sam’s office. I’d come all over my hand and onto the dirt floor of the tack room just listening to them. Hearing her beg for her pleasure, scream her release. Hell, there was no way I’d make it all the way back to the ranch. Heading toward Sam’s place which was right in town, I tugged at the hem of her skirt. “Show me.”

“I told you, Sam took them,” she snapped.

God, she was feisty when she was horny.

“Show him,” Sam commanded.

Slowly, teasingly, she pulled her skirt up the rest of the way so her pussy was exposed and I groaned at the sight. Sure enough, she was wet. I couldn’t resist. Reaching out, I stroked her wet folds, slipping two fingers inside her tight pussy and made her moan. She wriggled her hips a bit and I knew she wanted more. She wanted me to finger fuck her and stroke that clit, but there was no way I was letting her off that easy. Nor was I doing it while I was driving because when she came on my fingers I’d surely drive us right into a ditch. And, a quick release in the car wasn’t what I wanted for her. Our Katie needed to be shown just how badly she needed this—needed us.

I shot Sam a look and he helped me hold her hips still so she was pinned in place on my hand. With a quick glance over I could see her biting her lip to keep from moaning again. Maybe even keeping herself from begging for more, especially since I was holding my fingers still, just reveling in the way her muscles rippled and clenched around them.

“Isn’t Cara’s house the other way?” she said, her voice high-pitched and breathy.

Dammit, I’d forgotten all about Cara’s dinner. I slid my fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean as Sam deftly took my place, his fingers thrusting into her roughly and not moving, just like I’d done. When she arched her hips and tried to fuck his fingers for release, he chided her softly. “Sit still, doll. We’ll take care of you when we get home, I promise.”

I reached for my phone and called Cara, told her we’d be running a little late. Judging by Cara’s laughter, she could guess why.