Hitched (Steele Ranch 4)

“The trust is in place. That’s all set so my inheritance isn’t in my name. I’ve also had Riley list you both as beneficiaries, that way if something happened to me, it wouldn’t go to my mother. That’s what he drew up today because it would’ve otherwise. While I don’t know my half-sisters really at all, they’re probably really nice and I don’t want them to be stuck with my mother.”

I hated the idea of something happening to her, to have her even talk about that kind of eventuality, but she was smart. Realistic. Without stating a beneficiary or leaving a will stating otherwise, her mother would get Sarah’s estate, and that included one-fifth of Steele Ranch. And since we’d sprung the marriage thing on her last night, no wonder she’d had to rush and meet with Riley today.

“We don’t want your money, princess,” I said, making sure she understood. “We only want you.”

“That’s right,” King confirmed.

She smiled sweetly. “I know, but tomorrow you’re going to be my husbands. What’s mine will be yours, and I really don’t want any of it being my mother’s.”

“Fuck, princess. I love you,” I growled, kissing her again. She was so unlike her mother. She didn’t have a selfish bone in her body.

When I let her up for air, she said, “I had to tell you about my father, about Steele Ranch before we married. A wedding meant the three of us would become a family and I realized I already had some. Kady, Penny and Cricket are my sisters and I’ve avoided them because of this secret. Really, because of my mother. I don’t want to miss out any longer.”

King pulled her up so she went on her tiptoes and he kissed her, too. Open mouthed. A touch desperately, as if we hadn’t kissed her or spanked her ass this morning.

When he pulled away, she was breathing hard, her cheeks were pink, this time definitely because of us.

“You said you had something for me?” she asked, her eyes excited for the idea of a gift.

King grinned. “You’ll never guess this present.”

“Jewelry?”

King’s pale eyes met mine. I shrugged. “You tell her.”

“You’re good, princess. Definitely jewelry. And you’re going to be gorgeous wearing it.”

8

SARAH

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“This isn’t the jewelry I had in mind,” I said, glancing down at the reflection of my bare breasts in the mirror over my dresser. Dangling from each of the little gold hoops was a blood red stone. They were big, about a half an inch long and weren’t too heavy, but since I wasn’t used to any kind of weight, I definitely felt them. When I moved, they swung about, bumping into my skin.

“Oh, it’s definitely something we had in mind,” King said, staring, his usually pale eyes were dark and stormy. He liked what he saw.

When I glanced at Wilder, he, too, practically drooled at the sight of the gems.

“We’re not done, princess,” Wilder said, the dark glint in his gaze a sign that they were switching from eager men adorning their future wife to doms doing as they wished to their sub.

“Oh?” What else could there be? I couldn’t take any more weight on my nipples until I got used to it. As it was, they tingled, the constant slight tug went right to my clit and made me ache, made my inner walls clench.

Wilder stuck his hand in the bag King had gone to retrieve from his truck. Wilder had said that while he’d gotten some paperwork done at the Fish and Game office, he’d also taken the time today to stop by the adult store to pick up some…jewelry.

My eyes widened and I spun about to face him. I gasped at the feel of the gems swinging wildly, pulling on my nipples. I took a breath, let the tingles subside. “That’s huge!”

It was a metal butt plug with a jeweled base the same color as the nipple gems.

Wilder winked at me. “It’s the beginner size. Trust me, our dicks are much bigger than this. We’ll get you ready for them.”

The idea of them fucking me there, just like they had with their fingers the night before, had me clenching again. Whimpering.

“Tug down those jeans, princess, and let’s get you all decorated,” King said, leaning against the door to my closet. The bedroom wasn’t big and with the two of them looming, it felt tiny. I felt tiny, too.

They stared at me, waiting. Wilder held up the plug, King grabbed a small bottle of lube from the bag. God, I hoped there wasn’t much else in there. But this was my choice. All of it. Well, they were going to marry me even if I didn’t want a plug in my butt. I could say red and they’d respect that, perhaps just use their fingers and play like they had the night before. That would be the tame thing to do—in comparison. But did I want that? Hell, no. I didn’t want tame. I never had.

And the plug? It was big…to me, and I wasn’t quite sure how it was going to fit, but their dicks were bigger. I could tell from the impressive bulges that were obvious even now. They’d told me last night how they would eventually fuck m