Tangled (Steele Ranch 3)

“Good girl,” Archer murmured.

I moved my hand off her breast and let Archer play. Her three men were touching her, bringing her the pleasure she desired. It was so fucking incredible to see her this way, so passionate, uninhibited. Even after a year apart, she trusted us—all three of us—to take care of her.

Her skin bloomed with sweat, a blatant sign she was close to coming. I could taste it on my tongue, the sweet saltiness of it.

When she came, her body stiffened, she practically yanked the hair from my scalp and her scream bounced off the walls of the great room. Sutton had wicked oral skills to get her to come within a minute or two. That, or she’d been ready for us longer than we’d thought.

I lifted my head, watched her face as she came. Her mouth was open; her eyes stared blindly at the ceiling; her skin was flushed and damp. She looked…wild. So fucking hot. And seeing Sutton’s dark head between her thighs, the way he was looking up her body and watching her, made me want to take his place. I’d tasted her that one night, remembered her flavor and my mouth watered now. My cock pulsed, telling me it wanted to slide through her sticky, sweet honey instead of me lapping it up with my tongue.

Sutton’s big hands slid up and down her inner thighs as he lifted his head. Yeah, she was fucking wet because it coated his lips, his chin. He didn’t wipe it away, instead, he licked his lips as if she were the tastiest snack.

She was.

Lying across the table, sated and replete, she caught her breath. She wasn’t self-conscious being so decadently displayed. Her eyes blinked open, looked to me. “More,” she said, her voice hoarse from her screams.

I grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” I was perfectly content doing as she wanted because more meant…more.

Since my jeans were already open, it was easy to push them off my hips, my dick bobbing out toward her. Her head was turned toward me and her eyes widened at the sight before her.

I wasn’t small. Hell, no. It was a struggle to find pants that fit with all that meat, but I’d made it work, letting my dick lay down my left thigh. Except when I got hard, and then it wasn’t only obvious, but uncomfortable.

“That…that fit in me?”

I grinned. “You don’t need to compliment me, baby. My pants are already down.”

She rolled her eyes, but didn’t move, not fully recovered from her orgasm.

I gripped the base, stroked up the long length, watched as a drop of pre-cum slipped from the tip. “That’s for you,” I told her.

Her eyes shifted from my dick to my face. “Please,” she all but begged.

I didn’t need to be asked twice, but I immediately stilled. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”

Flicking a gaze to Archer, his shoulders slumped slightly. I knew he was ready to get inside her too. As for Sutton, he adjusted himself in his jeans, then stood. “I’ll go to the bunkhouse. I’ve got some there.” He looked to Archer, then me. “Get her all hot and ready for our dicks for when I get back.”

That wasn’t going to be a problem. It was my turn between her thighs.

7

CRICKET

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My bones had melted. I felt as if…well, as if I’d been pleasured by three men. And not just any three men, but Sutton, Lee and Archer. I’d told them the truth; I’d never had sex with three guys before them. The guys I’d been with in the past, which was a short list of two, hadn’t done it for me. And I’d been with them solo, no three-way. I hadn’t come at all with the first one, but then I’d been a virgin and it had hurt. Holy hell, had it hurt. The second guy had made it better, but I’d had to touch myself to come.

I hadn’t played with myself at all just now—there’d been no place for me to do so with Sutton’s head there—and I came so hard. I smiled as I stared up at Archer and Lee. Archer was still kneeling beside me, his hand stroking along my waist and hip. The contact, the connection felt good, especially after the intensity of what they’d just done.

“Ready for more, baby?” Lee asked, stroking his very big, very gorgeous dick.

More? Hell, yes. And the idea of getting that beast inside me made me whimper, made me clench my pussy.

“I see the way you’re eying me. Want some of this?” He stroked it again, swiped his thumb over the drop of pre-cum, smeared it across the mushroom-shaped head.

I nodded, my head sliding on the cool wood.

The men looked to each other for a moment and seemed to have a full conversation without saying a word. Archer rose to his full height, walked around to where Sutton had been—between my legs.

Lee moved to the opposite end by my head, knelt down. “Push up, baby.” He dropped to his knees. “Get closer.”