Hitched (Steele Ranch 4)

But that meant Sarah had been the center of attention. Telling three women they were her half-sisters had been hard, especially since they’d all lived in the same town for six months or more, seen her around, even talked with her at the library while she’d kept the secret.

They hadn’t been mad and had understood, especially since most of the guys knew of her mother from growing up. They’d remained quiet as if they took the saying, if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all to heart.

I had a feeling I wasn’t the only guy Sarah’s mother may have hit on. As far as bank accounts went, I might have owned a big homestead, land that went back in my family to the 1800s and was worth a ton, but Lee was a professional rodeo rider and he probably raked in the cash from his winnings. Cord had his own investigations business and the others…well, we all worked hard. None of the Steele women would want for anything, that was for damned sure.

“Okay,” she said, wrapping her arms about me. We were in the great room of the Steele Ranch main house, although I’d pulled her off to the side. On the couch was her very pregnant sister, Kady, and her other very pregnant sister, Penny. Both of them looked as if they’d each swallowed a basketball. Only seven months along, to me, they looked ready to pop.

The idea of getting Sarah pregnant had my cock stirring in my pants. To know that the baby growing within her was something we’d made together along with Wilder was arousing and awoke my inner Neanderthal. But we had yet to mention kids. Once we got our rings on her finger in the morning, we could talk about it all she wanted. And if a baby was what she desired, we’d sure as hell put all the effort into making that happen.

“Overwhelmed,” she added.

“I thought you’d be nervous,” I said.

She tilted her head up to look at me and whispered, “How can I be nervous when all I can think about is the plug in my ass?”

I stifled a groan. Wilder, who’d grabbed a brownie from a plate on the large coffee table, glanced our way. I gave a slight head shake and he popped the dessert in his mouth, then went to join Cord and Archer, who seemed to be adamantly talking about bow hunting, based on their hand gestures.

Cricket sat on Sutton’s lap while her other two men flanked her, all of them taking the large couch across from Kady and Penny. Cricket laughed at something Penny said. The petite blonde had her hand resting on her huge belly, Boone had his hand on the back of her neck, massaging it.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you when we get home. If you need to come sooner, just let us know and we’ll take you to an empty room and eat you out until you come. You know how much we like to eat pussy.”

She whimpered and all heads turned her way. Fortunately, her body was blocking the way my dick was hardening into a steel pipe from that sound alone.

“Sarah, I can’t believe you were going to get married tomorrow without any bridesmaids,” Kady said. “Now we all get to join you.”

Of the three sisters, Kady was the bossy one. Perhaps it was because she was a teacher who she was able to herd people better than any sheep dog. While Cricket had been on her own pretty much all her life and had graduated in December with a degree in nursing, she was the quiet one. At least in comparison. Penny was the mild one, although she also seemed to be the most visibly voracious for her men. I hadn’t missed the way Boone had dragged her off somewhere just before dinner and she’d returned with the large flannel shirt she wore buttoned incorrectly and a very satisfied smile on her face.

No one had commented, except for Kady who’d teased her sister for her ability to come so quickly.

“Oh, um, okay,” Sarah said. While she’d had a younger brother, they hadn’t been close. She’d pretty much raised herself. Thankfully, she’d turned out nothing like her crazy mother. But that didn’t mean Sarah wasn’t overwhelmed by all that had happened to her in a matter of twenty-four hours.

It was time to pull a Boone move, especially since I couldn’t do anything with a pipe in my pants.

I took her hand. “Excuse us,” I said to the room at large, and dragged Sarah down the hallway. I peeked in one door, found a powder room, then continued on. In the back of the house, I found the laundry room. It was big, with plenty of counter space and storage. A small window looked out over the prairie. Neat as a pin. Either Cricket and her men had OCD or there was another laundry room in the house. For what I wanted to do, the space was perfect. And private.

I shut the door behind me.

“King, what are we doing in here?” she asked, looking around.

“I want my dessert.”

She frowned and when I dropped to my knees before her, her eyes widened. “Here? Now? What about Wilder?”

I grinned as my hands slid up her legs, clad in black tights. “Here. Now. Wilder can have his turn later. We won’t always take you together, princess. Sometimes you’ll be all mine, like now, sometimes you’ll get a good fuck from Wilder. Sometimes we’ll claim you together. We’ll have our own bedrooms and share you.”

“Oh,” she whispered, understanding a little more of how it would be starting tomorrow.

“I can’t wait until we get you home to get my mouth on you. I love you. I love to eat your pussy. Wet for me?”

I had no doubt she was, but I loved to see the way her cheeks turned pink at the question, the way she nodded shyly. We’d already done all kinds of dirty, filthy things to her, but she was still a virgin.

“What will everyone think?” she whispered, as if they could hear her. They might when she screamed her pleasure in a minute.

“They’ll think you’re taken care of by your men.” I slid my hands up over her knees, higher still and found the edge of her thigh-high tights. The sight of the thick wool in contrast to the pale, supple skin of her inner thighs had me rushing. I wanted her. Bad.

“Hold up your skirt. Higher. Yes, like that. Good girl,” I praised when she had the material bunched up about her waist. Beneath, she wore black thigh highs and nothing else. Her pussy was bare. When I slid my hands around and cupped her ass, I felt the jeweled base of the plug with the tips of my fingers.

“Such a good girl,” I repeated. “So wet. All because of the plug, isn’t it? Have you thought of anything but having your ass filled nice and deep? That it pleases us?”