Hitched (Steele Ranch 4)
She glanced away, looked down at the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, Wilder’s legs appeared. All I saw were his jeans and thick socks; I didn’t dare look away from Sarah.
“My mother was telling the truth. We’d talked about me marrying you, getting my hands on your ranch. Well, she talked and I listened.”
“When was this?” I asked.
“Over the weekend. After the night at Hawk’s Landing.”
“You didn’t tell her we were engaged then, that you were going to marry me?”
She shook her head, her dark hair sliding over her bare shoulder. “I don’t tell my mother anything, especially not something like that. She’d think I was doing it for her kind of reasons.”
“But you didn’t,” Wilder said, squatting down, resting his elbows on his thighs.
“No.”
“Why did you marry me, princess?” I asked, so fucking hopeful for the answer.
“Because I love you. I love both of you. I’ve loved you for forever.”
The vise around my heart finally loosened. “That’s right. And because you know we love you, too. That you belong to us. You’re ours in every way.”
I reached out, stroked her cheek. She tilted her head into the touch. I saw the way she relaxed, that her worry had diminished. I glanced at the necklace I’d put on her. Thought about what it meant.
“I’m the one who should be sorry, not you,” I told her.
She frowned. “Why? You’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Princess, your mother all but said we’d fucked.”
She closed her eyes, shook her head. “But you didn’t.”
“Hell, no.” The idea repulsed me. That crazy, money-grubbing woman was the last person I’d sleep with. “How the hell can you believe me?”
“For one, you wouldn’t have done…what we did in the library earlier if you were headed to meet my mother.”
Wilder looked at me. “What did you do to her in the library?”
Sarah blushed, but I wasn’t letting her off the hook. “Tell Wilder what we did.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, then looked to Wilder. “He…he fucked me over my desk.”
“Where exactly did I fuck you?”
She bit her lip.
“Not your pussy?”
She shook her head.
“Your mouth?”
Another head shake. I waited.
“You fucked my ass.”
Wilder groaned.
“I heard Wilder gave you permission to remove the plug. Is my cum still seeping out?” The idea of marking her so thoroughly had pre-cum spurt from my dick.