Wrangled (Steele Ranch Book 2)

by Vanessa Vale

  I lifted my hips in one strong surge, Jamison sliding all the way in.

  Jamison groaned, his hand moving away and slapping the bed beside my hip.

  Boone whispered, “Fuck.”

  I cried out at Jamison filling me completely. They were right. He fit. But my inner walls were rippling, trying to adjust to the invasion.

  Boone’s hands gentled, his words soothing as they let me adjust.

  “Kitten,” Jamison scolded as he tried to catch his breath.

  “There, it’s done,” I breathed. “Now show me how good it can be.”

  I met Jamison’s gray eyes as I gave him the challenge. He grinned in return.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  He began to move then, deep, slow strokes in and out as he watched me, making sure I was okay. But I liked this pace, the way every single nerve ending inside me came awake.

  “Oh my god.”

  Jamison grinned even wider. “Just wait.”

  He must have been satisfied by what he felt, what he saw on my face, because he hooked my knee and lifted it up so he had a different angle.

  My eyes flared wide at the deeper penetration.

  “Wait until you feel this pussy, Boone. So hot, so wet. She fits like a glove. I’m molding her pussy to fit my dick. Your turn’s next.”

  It was as if a lead had snapped and Jamison gave up all pretense of control. He fucked hard, deep. The sound of our flesh slapping together merged with our ragged breathing.

  “Time to come, Kitten,” Boone murmured in my ear as he continued to play with my breasts.

  I had no idea how he could tell just by looking at me, but he was right. With Jamison’s precision fucking, Boone’s playful hands, the pleasure was coming from everywhere. My ears tingled, my toes curled. My pussy throbbed, pulsed. My clit ached.

  It all coalesced into this bright white brilliance and I came, my body going tense, my breath caught in my throat as it took me under.

  Neither stopped what they were doing as I came. And came. I caught my breath and cried out, gripped Boone’s hard thighs, pressed my head into his shoulder.

  I felt Jamison grow even larger inside me before he pounded into me, once, twice, then groaned, the reverberations of it coming from deep in his chest. His butt was taut as he came. I could feel the heat of his cum as he filled me up. My orgasm had lingered, but I knew my pussy was milking him, taking all of that cum deep.

  Jamison lifted his head. His eyes were this blurry haze. Gone was the tension, the desperate need. Now, it showed happiness. Male satisfaction. This was the look of a well-fucked male, of a man just finished with the most elemental of tasks. Fucking, mating, filling a female with his seed.

  He sat back on his heels, carefully pulling his cock from me. I saw that it was still hard, still a dark plum color, but now it glistened with our combined fluids. Jamison looked down at himself.

  “That’s hot as fuck,” he murmured, then shifted his gaze to my parted thighs. I felt the hot gush of his cum as it slipped from me. His finger gentle slid over my sensitive folds. “This, too.”

  His eyes raked up my body, met mine. “I took you bare. I assume you’re not on anything.”

  I shook my head. I’d never gone on the pill because I never intended to sleep around. I knew that when I gave myself to a man that he would be the One, that I wouldn’t want anything between us. No latex. Nothing. Just skin on skin.

  I just never imagined the One would be two.

  “I’ve never fucked without a condom, Kitten. You’re the first. The last. You wanted forever.” He collected his cum, worked it back inside me and I whimpered at the feel of it. “There’s no going back now.”

  No, there wasn’t. I felt his cum. There was so much of it and I knew it was deep inside me. So deep he could give me the forever I wanted. A baby. A family of my own.

  “My turn, Kitten,” Boone said, moving his hands from my breasts to my hips.

  With ease that proved he was so very strong, and I was so very small, he had me spun about with easy motions. I leaned down, kissed him, felt every hard inch of his hot body pressing against mine.

  The kiss was a wild tangle of our tongues as his hands cupped my bottom, held me against him.

  “Straddle me,” he said when he broke the kiss.

  I bent my knees, put them on either side of his hips, and he helped me to sit up. His cock was right in front of me, rising straight up. He gripped the base in one hand, stroked it once. Twice. A pearly drop of fluid appeared at the tip.

  Jamison knelt on the side of the bed, took my hand and helped me so I was up on my knees.

  “That’s it. Now take Boone in. He wants some of that perfect pussy, too.”

  I flicked my gaze at Boone who had more restraint, more patience than anyone I met. But I knew he could only last for so long. I lowered myself, shifted my hips until he nudged me, sliding easily over my folds that were coated now in Jamison’s cum. He settled at my entrance.

  “Take me deep,” Boone instructed. “It should be nice and easy this time. No pain and all that cum to make it a slippery ride.”

  Gravity helped, too. Once the broad crown stretched me open, I lowered onto him in one easy slide. This angle was different. Deeper and I felt him bump the end of me. I leaned forward, placed my hands on his bare shoulders to change the angle, to ease the slight bite of pain.

  Boone’s hands went to my hips and Jamison moved away, watched.

  “Fuck, yes. I love it that we’re bare. That I’m taking you raw, the only thing between us is Jamison’s cum. Don’t worry, I’ll get mine in you, too. Nice and full.”

  I shivered at his dirty words, the promises in them.

  “Remember that wild ride we promised? Go for it.”

  Boone lifted me, lowered me back down, let me see what it felt like, what I should do, but I quickly got the hang of it. It wasn’t Boone who was fucking me, but the other way around. I was riding him, using his dick for my pleasure. But in this position, I could rub my clit, circle my hips so that I was on the brink of coming in a matter of seconds.

  “Wow. Okay, um…am I supposed to come again?” I asked, as if I weren’t supposed to keep enjoying myself.

  Boone grinned. “You fucking better.”

  I couldn’t help but smile at his threat and took him in earnest. I was panting, my eyes closed, hair long down my back as I got lost in the pleasure. “I’m almost there. I can’t… I need—”

  Before I could tell Boone what I needed, he rolled us so he was on top, my head on his pillow as he took over. Taking my ankles, he lifted them to his shoulders. Fucked me hard. He leaned forward so I was almost bent in half. One hand slid over my clit, then moved around to my ass and I tensed, clenched down. Came.

  “Oh. My. God!” I cried out. The slightest caress of his finger on my back entrance had somehow pushed me over the edge and I let go. I couldn’t keep quiet, couldn’t do anything but give over to it, to whatever Boone wanted to do to me. I didn’t care what it was. I was too far gone to be embarrassed, concerned or modest.

  When I finally caught my breath, I was a sweaty, wilted mess. Boone was still thick and hard in me when he pulled out. I gasped at the emptiness, but he spun me about once again. He hadn’t come and seemed far from done. “Grab the headboard.”

  With unsteady hands, I did as he said, then he hooked an arm about my waist. I felt the thick prod of him at my entrance just before he slid back into me again.

  “Oh!” I cried.

  His hands settled on top of mine, and I felt the soft hairs of his chest tickle my back as he kissed my neck, nipped my ear. “My turn to take you for a wild ride.”

  He did just that, fucking me like a stallion does a mare. Hard, deep, flesh slapping flesh. Sweaty skin clinging. Groans and pants filling the room.

  I came again at some point, but I was too far gone to do more than whimper, clench his dick.

  Boone came…finally, with a shout and a deep thrust, his cock embedded in me so deep I wasn’t

sure where he finished off and I began.

  Fingers worked mine from the headboard and I was lowered to the soft mattress, Boone’s body pressing into me from behind, his dick still deep inside me. I felt the soft stroke of a hand brushing my hair from my sweaty face.

  “Sleep, Kitten. You’re going to need it.”

  And so I did. And Boone was right. I did need it because I woke up to Boone fucking me as we lay like two spoons in a drawer before carrying me into the shower so Jamison could soap me all up, drop to his knees and clean my pussy with his mouth. Before dawn, Jamison rolled me onto my back and fucked me slow and deep. After that, I remembered nothing but the hot, slick feel of their cum coating my thighs, the tender burn of being so well-used. The touch of their bodies as they held me.

  9

  PENNY

  “That’s probably Kady and her men,” Jamison said when the doorbell rang.

  “What?” I screeched.

  We were sprawled on his supersized couch, my head in Boone’s lap, my feet over Jamison’s thighs. We were watching a series on satellite and had made it as far as the second episode. To say I was tired—and a little sore—was an understatement and the fact that I was vegging out in the middle of the day was proof of it.

  “Now? Here?” I spun in a circle between the couch and the coffee table, panicking. I had no idea what to do. Boone grunted when I pushed off his belly with my elbow and Jamison deflected a heel kick to the crotch.

  “They got back this morning from their trip and went out to the ranch. Riley called earlier wondering where you were.”

  I put my hands on my hips, narrowed my eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  This was my sister. Well, half-sister, but still. I hadn’t even known she’d existed until a few weeks ago. And now she was ringing Boone’s doorbell because she wanted to meet me. Oh. My. God.

  “Because, Kitten,” Jamison began, cutting into my irrational thoughts. “You and Boone were in the shower and I could hear you coming from the kitchen.”

  I couldn’t help but blush, remembering exactly what Boone had done when he’d dropped to his knees and put my foot up on the built-in shower bench. My pussy clenched at his very thorough attentions at getting me clean…with his mouth. It seemed both men liked playing in the shower.

  The doorbell rang again. I whipped around to face the direction of the front door.

  “What if she hates me?” I took a deep breath, let it out, trying to calm my crazy heart. It was practically beating out of my chest. “Or worse, what if she’s a total bitch?” I whispered the last, worried she might hear me from two rooms away and through a thick door.

  Both men smiled and began to laugh, but when I narrowed my gaze and gave them the look of death, they stifled them.

  “Kitten, Kady is not a bitch,” Jamison said, his voice reassuring. “You’re going to get along great…if you’d just open the door.”

  “What, like this?” I asked, holding my arms out to indicate I was wearing only one of Boone’s flannel shirts and my knee-high socks. The tails of the shirt hung several inches lower than my jean skirt from the night before, brushing over my knees. I’d rolled the sleeves up three times. It was practically a muumuu on me.

  “I don’t think she cares what you’re wearing.”

  There was pounding on the door followed by shouting. “Boone, open this door! I know my sister is in there. I want to meet her. RIGHT. NOW!”

  My mouth fell open and I froze. That was her voice. My sister. She was pissed.

  Boone stood and pointed in the direction of the banging. “Don’t mess with that one. She taught third grade, I think.”

  “Second,” Jamison corrected. “Although she’s teaching middle school here in Barlow.”

  “Even worse, those little buggers.” He winked and headed toward the door.

  Realizing he was going to open it and not me, I leapt over the coffee table and sprinted, all but knocking Boone out of the way to beat him to it.

  I yanked open the door, let it bounce off the stopper as I stood and stared. And stared. I knew there were two men behind her. I could see them, but I paid them no mind. If a judge asked me what they looked like, I wouldn’t be able to give a description. I was that blinded by my sister.

  “You look nothing like me,” I said, my tone full of surprise and awe as I took her in.

  She was at least six inches taller, had fiery red hair and a peaches and cream complexion. She wore a cute green sundress and heeled sandals. She was…lovely.

  “I always wanted blonde hair,” she replied.

  Her arms were wrapped around me in a fierce hug before I even realized it and it took me a second to lift my arms and hug her back. She smelled of a light perfume, something floral or citrusy.

  Now I took in the two men behind her. One was huge. Like football linebacker enormous. I had to wonder if he ate whole chickens or small African villages for dinner. The other guy was just as tall, but built much more average-sized. At least by Montana standards. The only two sizes of men here were Big and Bigger.

  Their eyes were squarely on the back of Kady’s head and the looks on their rugged faces softened with something akin to reverence. Love. That’s what it was. Kady was happy, so they were happy.

  Was Kady happy? She was crying, I could feel her body shaking.

  “Hey,” I said, pulling back and putting my hands on her upper arms so I could meet her eyes. “Why are you crying?”

  I wasn’t a crier and wasn’t overly emotional. Perhaps it was my nature, or perhaps it was because I’d learned to mute my emotions or I’d have been a total wreck.

  She laughed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. “If you can’t tell, I’m a girlie girl. This is what I do.”

  I’d thought I was high-maintenance, my mother drilling pride in my appearance since I was old enough to tie my own shoes. But being a scientist, especially one in the oil and gas field, I knew how to get dirty, was used to wearing mud-soaked jeans and rubber boots. And now I stood before her in just a shirt and knee-highs. I’d never gotten conditioner in my hair in the shower and it was all flyaway tangles. I looked…well-fucked. Far from appropriate to have visitors.

  But Kady? She was all pretty curls and hot pink toenail polish.

  “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, sniffling and smiling. “God, I’ve been stuck in Montana with a bunch of men.”

  “Sweetness, you weren’t complaining last night, stuck between two men,” one of them said.

  Kady’s cheeks turned bright red as she rolled her eyes. She turned, held out her arm. “This is Cord and Riley. My men.”

  “Ma’am,” the bigger one said, eyeing my attire but making no mention of it.

  “It’s great to put a face with a whole bunch of paperwork,” the other one added with a smile. Riley Townsend. The lawyer.

  “Let’s let them in the front door, Kitten,” Boone murmured from behind me.

  I stepped back and Boone led them into the great room. Jamison shook the other men’s hands. He eyed me, then Kady. “Boone has a new camper. Have you seen it?”

  “I heard about the ATV,” Cord said, rubbing his hands together.

  Boone cocked his head. “I’ll show you both and give the ladies some time to get to know each other.”

  He winked, then led the men through the kitchen and into the garage. When the door slammed shut, Kady spun to me, took my hands.

  “Talk.”

  I frowned. “About what specifically?” We had our whole lives to catch up on. Where was I to start?

  “About why you’re wearing a man’s flannel shirt and not much else. Why you’re here with Boone and Jamison. And don’t tell me you guys played Scrabble.”

  “Is it that obvious I’m not wearing a bra?”

  She shook her head. “Only because I’ve got big boobs, too. I’m in the club.”

  “I better get dressed,” I said, turning toward the bedroom.

  “I’m coming with you.” She tagged along right behind me.

  I found my clothes neatly folded on an overstuffed chair beneath the large window. The bed had been made. There were no signs of any kind of sexy times whatsoever, bless Boone’s OCD heart. It made the pseudo walk-of-shame a little easier.

  “What’s this about Scrabble?”

  She laughed, crossed her arms over her chest. “Jamison and I played Scrabble one night. He’s ruthless. Fair warning.”

  “Huh.” I thought of him playing the board game. It seemed I had much to learn about him. About both of my men.

  “By the way you’re blushing, I’d say no Scrabble. I want details,” she said, sitting down on the corner of the bed.

  “Don’t you want to know about my middle school years or when I got my ears pierced?” I countered.

  She shrugged. “Later. I want the juicy stuff first.”

  I carried everything into the bathroom, set them on the counter. I didn’t close the door, but got changed with a little bit of privacy. I stripped and put on my underwear. My skirt. “I’m sure you can guess. I’m in Boone’s house, wearing his shirt.”

  “Cute knee highs,” she commented as I put on my own shirt. “I slept with Cord and Riley the day we met.”

  My fingers stilled on the buttons. I turned and stood in the doorway at that bombshell. “You did?”

  She gave me a sly smile and her cheeks turned pink. Nodded. “And by slept I mean had wild monkey sex on the front porch of the main house.”

  My mouth fell open thinking of that porch. Of sweet Kady getting it on outside like that. With both of those big cowboys. It seemed Kady had an inner slut, and that meant that it was okay for me to wonder about mine. To know that it was okay to have one.

  “Oh. Um…wow.”

  I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I was highly educated and she’d reduced me to single syllables.

  “And you?” Her eyebrow went up and she stared at me with mischievous green eyes.

  I went back to work on the buttons so I didn’t have to look at her as I responded. “Well…um, I met them the other day, when I first arrived. Met all the guys from the ranch. Just a quick introduction, nothing more. I didn’t see them again—Jamison and Boone—until last night at the Silky Spur. I…um, I don’t really understand it. Us. It’s a little crazy. I mean, I had sex with them after knowing them only about an hour.”

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