Lassoed (Steele Ranch 5)

Ashe glanced at me and I nodded.

“We should spank that ass.”

“What? Why?” she asked, stepping back.

“Because you think so little of yourself. Fuck, woman, you’re smart. You’re successful. You light up the room. Hell, you light us up. On top of all that, you’re sexy as fuck.”

“Love at first sight, Natalie,” I said simply. “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

“Love?” she said, staring at me as if I’d just admitted we were aliens instead of in love with her.

“That’s a question,” I said with a wink. “Take something off.”

She stared at me for a second, then gave me a sly look. Her fingers hooked in the hem of her shirt and she lifted it, revealing creamy skin one inch at a time. Slowly, so fucking slowly. When pale blue fabric appeared, both Ashe and I groaned. And when she lifted her arms over her head to remove the shirt entirely, I practically came in my pants. She wasn’t wearing just a bra. It was one of those…fuck, a bustier or whatever. The name was irrelevant. There was about three inches of lace beneath her breasts, then see-through mesh of the same color that cupped her small curves, the nipples plainly visible and hard.

“Fuck,” Ashe growled.

She grinned now, broadly, as if she felt empowered by our responses.

“You can bring us to our knees, sweetheart,” I told her, ensuring she knew how perfect she was.

“You like this?” she asked, sliding her palms up over her the fabric around her ribs, then higher over her breasts.

“We like your brain, too. Not that you can tell right now,” Ashe said. “Like Cord said, we’re currently thinking with our dicks. Lingerie seems to have that effect.”

She giggled and I loved the sound. “So what would happen if I conjugated Russian verbs as I took off my jeans?”

My hand stilled over my dick. “You speak Russian?”

She glanced up at me through her dark lashes as she popped the button on her jeans. “Yup. Did a college semester in Moscow.”

“You’re going to make me come,” I told her. Brains and beauty. I was ruined.

It was completely silent in the room as she took off her jeans and stood back up, solely in the pretty blue bra and matching thong. She didn’t have crazy curves, but she was lithe and lean, toned and everything I ever wanted.

She took a step, then another, toward us. And to make my balls boil, she dropped to her knees before us, licked her lips. “Yes, you are.”

8

NATALIE

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I believed Sam when he said he loved me, the look in Ashe’s eyes that proved he felt the same. Insane, really, since I barely knew them. But that was normal world ideas. Normal world time. It seemed Barlow time, or perhaps Steele sister time, was different. Faster.

Meeting Kady, Penny, Cricket and Sarah, I realized how different we were. We looked nothing alike. Our personalities were so varied. Yet we were also very similar. We each fell for multiple men. I knew no one who’d done the polyamory thing. Until now, and then they were all my sisters. And me.

As for the guys, they were all ridiculously male, very alpha and extremely focused on their woman. They had similar caveman traits as Sam and Ashe. Possessive, protective and ridiculously in love. They, no doubt, wore the pants in their little family units, but the women ran the show.

From their stories, each of them had fallen head over heels in love with their men immediately. Love at first sight. Wham!

That was why Sam and Ashe had been such dumbasses in Boston, because they’d seen me and fallen in love with me. I’d made them lose their minds.

And that was very powerful.

And even now, being on my knees before them, I was still powerful. The sight of Sam’s dick, all hard and pulsing for me, so eager pre-cum beaded at the slit…I made him this way. I’d reduced him to a Neanderthal. Must fuck and plant seed. Must get inside woman. Now. Grunt. Grunt.

I reached for Sam’s dick and he moved his hand away, pushed his boxers down so they slipped to the floor. In my hold, he was hot and smooth, yet hard as steel beneath.