Tangled (Steele Ranch 3)
“Tell us,” I pushed.
“Well…” she began. “I... um, I think—”
I tipped up her chin so she met my eyes. I was hard just knowing she was thinking about her darkest fantasies. They were in there, she just had to voice them. We’d fulfill every single fucking one of them. “Tell us.”
When she remained quiet, I took her hand and slid it down to the front of my jeans, let her feel my dick through the denim. “That’s from you breathing.”
Lee took her other hand, did the same over his own dick. “Two cocks, baby. What do you want to do with them?”
“Your handcuffs,” she murmured.
My eyebrows went up. Handcuffs? Holy fuck, yes.
“Have you been bad?” Lee asked her, shifting his hand so he gripped her wrist. I took hold of the other.
A smile turned up the corner of her mouth. “Yes.”
Holy fuck.
“What do you usually do with bad girls, Sheriff?” Lee asked me.
Our woman wanted to role play and Lee seemed to have a knack for it. Fine with me.
“First, she needs to be frisked.”
I let go of her hand, but not before she’d felt the way my dick had grown long and thick down my thigh.
“My cuffs are in my truck. You frisk her and I’ll go get them,” I told Lee. “We wouldn’t want her to get away.”
I watched as Lee turned her to face the counter, placed her hands on the granite, then gently kicked her legs apart. He moved slowly, watched her to make sure she was right there with him. When she bit her lip and gave a slight nod, his hands moved over her body, slowly and completely inappropriately. Cupping a breast and sliding a hand over her jean-clad pussy was definitely not in the sheriff’s standard operating procedure manual.
I dashed outside—as best I could with a steel pipe in my pants—and grabbed my spare cuffs from the center console of my truck. When I returned, Cricket’s shirt and bra were on the floor and she was bare from the waist up, her jeans undone. I could see the top scrap of red lace of her thong. Her gorgeous breasts were thrust out and her nipples hard.
“She’s been very bad,” Lee said, crouched down behind her. “Hiding these gorgeous panties all day.”
When I’d gone with her to her apartment and she’d filled a bag with clothes, a thong was not what I’d imagined.
He worked her jeans off her hips exposing the way the lace slid down and disappeared into the seam of her ass. When Lee’s palm came down in a light swat, her pale skin instantly turned a gorgeous shade of pink.
Lee looked to me, grinned. “She needed a strip search.”
I cocked a brow and she looked to me all hot and bothered. She bit her lip and cantered her hips out. Yeah, she was so with us on this.
I lifted the cuffs so they dangled from my finger. It was going to be a long, wild night.
And Sutton be damned.
13
CRICKET
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“Hey, baby,” Sutton said. He came over to me, angled down his chin so he could meet my eyes. “What are you doing here?”
The surprise in his eyes turned to blatant happiness, at least from him, with the corner of his mouth tipping up. He wore his usual uniform of well-worn jeans and leather boots, and today he wore a gray t-shirt with a local bar’s logo on the chest.
We were in the stable, the pungent scent of animals and leather mixed with the cool morning breeze coming through the open doors at either end of the building. Sutton and the others had probably been here for hours working through the morning chores required to keep horses alive and happy.