Hitched (Steele Ranch 4)

Which meant our dicks stayed in our pants.

“You want to marry me?” she asked. Her dark eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open.

Yeah, we’d stunned her. She’d fucking stunned us by being here in black latex and a half-bra with pierced nipples exposed.

I shifted my cock in my pants just looking at the little gold rings that dangled from those gorgeous nipples. The idea of adorning them with little jeweled clamps, to see them sparkle, to dangle and swing as she moved made me hard as a rock. Fuck, little bells would be good. Hell, yes. She’d be naked in our house with little bells on those rings so we could hear her coming, to be a constant reminder of those fucking nipples.

Yes, I was obsessed with those big, thick nipples. Those full tits which were a hefty handful. And that bra that didn’t do fucking shit except make my dick even harder…yeah, she’d be wearing a whole bunch of that lingerie, too.

Our girl liked kinky. We’d give her lots of kinky. No panties though. That thong we’d just stripped off her was the last pair she’d be wearing around us. I needed to know she was bare and dripping, ready for our dicks.

I growled and Sarah’s eyes widened.

“You feel it too, don’t you, princess?” I asked. “This isn’t just sex. Hell, it’s always been more. For such a long time.”

She dropped back onto her heels.

“Do you just want sex with us?” Wilder asked.

Her chin lifted and her eyes whipped to his. “What? No.”

“Why is that?” he prodded.

“Because I can’t just do…sex. I need more. A relationship. Affection. Love.”

Inwardly, I sighed. That’s right. Sarah had saved herself for us. She just hadn’t said that specifically. Yet.

“Love,” I repeated. “You won’t have sex with someone without love.”

She nodded.

“But you were just begging for our dicks, kneeling naked before us, undoing our belts.”

Her cheeks flushed red at my words, crept down her long neck, over her chest and to the top swells of her breasts.

“I’m not a slut.”

I dropped to my knees on the carpet so she was just a little taller than me. “Fuck no. But it’s okay to share your sexuality, your passion, your desires with the men you love. And I mean men. Me and Wilder. Both of us. You love us both, don’t you, princess?”

Wilder settled beside me so we were both on our knees before her as we should be. Her whiskey colored eyes were bright with unshed tears. She licked her lips, then nodded. “Yes. I…I tried not to, I really did.”

I couldn’t help but grin.

“Well, not very hard,” she admitted. “But it’s been so long. I’ve wanted both of you and it was wrong, but I couldn’t do anything about my heart. But I’ve known just as long that I need something more. I like kink.”

My grin got even bigger.

“We do, too.” I hooked my hand behind her neck, pulled her in for a kiss. It was supposed to be sweet and gentle, but it didn’t work out that way. I plundered her with my tongue. Sank into her sweetness.

Finally, I lifted my head, licked my lips, tasted her still. “I may have pecked you on the mouth last summer, but that had been wrong. That hadn’t been real. This was one hell of a first kiss.”

She blushed. “We’re doing all of this backwards. I mean, you’ve both…well, you know, tasted me in other places and we’ve barely kissed. We don’t really know each other and you want to marry me.”

I leaned back so Wilder could have his turn kissing her. “Princess, you think we don’t really know each other? Lies get you spanked, you know.”

“But…I don’t know what kind of toothpaste you like or what side of the bed you sleep on or if you toss your clothes on the floor.”

“That’s all shit to work out when married. Why steal learning the good stuff for beforehand? Besides, you know all about us.”