by Vanessa Vale
“You aren’t serious,” I countered.
“Very,” Wilder added as he came back from washing his hands in my bathroom. “You can say your safe word if you want.” He arched a brow.
I wasn’t hurting. I wasn’t really uncomfortable. It felt weird. Awkward. Full. And the nipple gems only made a constant pull which set my arousal to a simmer. And they knew that.
“No, I’m okay.”
“Then you’ll do what pleases your men.”
“I need clothes at least,” I argued. That was where I drew the line, where they would hear me say red.
King kissed the bare skin just above my trim landing strip, then stood.
“Princess, no man will see you like this. That pretty jewelry’s just for us. Go find a skirt or dress to wear. Jeans aren’t going to be that comfortable with the plug and you’ll get a big wet spot from the way your pussy’s dripping.”
Duh. And god, I should be mortified, but King’s words just made me so dang hot. And wetter. Yeah, a skirt was definitely required.
With a little swat to my bare butt, they urged me toward my closet to find something that would work with gems in my nipples and a plug in my ass. Yeah, meeting my three half-sisters for the first time was going to be great.
* * *
KING
* * *
“How are you holding up?” I asked Sarah, pulling her into me for a hug. I kissed the top of her head, smelled her fruity shampoo. Felt the hard press of the gems dangling from her nipples against my chest.
She’d had an intense dinner, although everyone had been great. Riley had told everyone to expect us, but not why. He’d been the secretive lawyer to the very end.
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?”
I didn’t let her answer, instead, put my mouth on her. Lapped all that need right up. Her taste, so sweet, coated my tongue. Her scent, ripe and tangy, filled my senses. And all that sticky wetness, covered my mouth and chin.
Her hands went to my hair as she kept a hold on the skirt, the dark fabric over my head. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I found her clit and worked her to orgasm in a matter of seconds. My girl was well primed and ready to go. When she came, she dripped all over me and I licked it all up. Fuck, yes.
The door opened and Sarah startled, her fingers tightening in my hair, but I wasn’t worried. I knew it was Wilder. If it were anyone but him, they’d have knocked, especially since coming down the back hallway they would have heard her come and know we needed some privacy. She was completely covered, the skirt above me and even then my face shielded her pussy. All they’d get a glimpse of was me on my knees and between her parted thighs.
I sat back on my heels, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Sarah instantly pressed her skirt down, even though Wilder had seen everything she had to offer. Up close.
“My turn.” Wilder pressed his palm against his cock through his jeans.
I knew how he felt. My balls ached with the need to sink into that pussy, to get coated in all that sticky honey. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
I stood, kissed Sarah once more, then left. When I pulled the door shut behind me, Wilder’s words followed me out. “Turn around and lift up that skirt, princess. Show me your pretty jewelry.”
I grinned as I ducked into the powder room and cleaned up, and had to think of baseball and deworming cattle to get my dick to go down enough so I could rejoin the others.
Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough. Sarah better get enough time with her sisters tonight because she wasn’t going to see them, or anyone, for a while once we said our vows.
9
SARAH
* * *
“OMG, what did they do to you in there? You look like you need a nap,” Kady said, pulling me into the kitchen.
One of the men came into the room, but she gave him a dirty look and he turned around and left. I wasn’t sure who it was. I was too out of it to pay him much attention.
“Sarah?” Penny asked.
All three of my sisters stood in front of me, staring. Kady’s and Penny’s bellies stuck out and helped give me some room. They were huggers and close-talkers, two things I wasn’t used to.
“I’m fine,” I replied.
They all grinned. “Yeah, we can see that,” Cricket said. “I guess the sex is pretty good.”
“All Barlow men are skilled,” Kady commented, glancing at Cricket.
“You’ve had sex with a bunch of Barlow men?” Penny countered.
“Two. Don’t forget, little sister, that Boone just dragged you off not an hour ago,” Kady said, her voice sassy. “Between the four of us, we’ve claimed nine men from Barlow. I’d say that’s a pretty good number.”
“We didn’t have sex.” The words slipped out and they all stared at me, wide eyed. I hoped my clothing was all set to rights. Wilder had removed the gems from my nipple rings and the plug from my ass—using the sink in the laundry room to clean it before sticking it in his shirt pocket. I felt empty now, my bottom a little tender from stretching around the plug. It made me wonder what it would feel like with their cocks finally fucking my pussy. Would I feel full like I had with the plug? Did it burn and ache the same? Would their cocks be too much? Would they fit?
I glanced into the other room and eyed Wilder who stood by the fireplace. Yes, he was drinking coffee and talking with Cord with a butt plug tucked into his shirt pocket. While I couldn’t see the usual thick bulge of his cock that angled up toward his hip right now, I knew it was there, knew it was big. Really big. I clenched down on nothing, my thighs slippery as I rubbed them together. My clit tingled with the need to come. Again.
Wilder and King made me completely insatiable, and we hadn’t even fucked.
“You didn’t have sex and you still look like you had a whole bunch of orgasms?” Penny asked. “Jamison is like that. Boone likes sex, likes to see how fast he can get me to come on his dick, but Jamison likes to play. To warm me up, he says, for when we get home.”
She looked at me dreamily, as if she couldn’t wait to get home right now.
Cricket angled her head toward Penny. “This, including the bold words, all coming from the virgin of the group. Obviously, not any longer.” Cricket put a hand on Penny’s belly.
I gave a slight laugh. “I guess that’s me now.”
“You’re…no way.” Kady shook her head, clearly not believing me. She put a hand on her hip as if to ease the pregnancy discomfort. “You guys have known each other forever. No way you just got together out of the blue and are getting married.”
“You don’t believe us?” We’d told everyone that we’d dated in the past but the timing hadn’t been right, until now. Now we were finally getting married. No one needed to know we were into kink or that we met by chance because of the BDSM party at Hawk’s Landing.
Kady’s mouth fell open.
“Of course she’s telling the truth,” Penny said. “Why would she lie?”
I felt weird, standing in the middle of the kitchen with the three of them practically in my face and grilling me. They weren’t being mean, but inquisitive, how I assumed sisters were supposed to be.
“Can I get some coffee?” I asked, deflecting.
Penny, who seemed to be a people pleaser more than the others, went to get me a mug. Kady eyed me, trying to decide if I’d lied or not. Cricket just shook her head and rolled her eyes.
“I’ve been in love with Wilder and King for years. Since I was thirteen. That’s really weird, being so young and all, so I just let it alone until we dated last summer.” I shrugged. “It didn’t really work out, but I saw them again last night. Things just…clicked. Still, it’s crazy to get engaged after less than twenty-four hours.”
“Crazy? We’re all crazy,” Penny said, pointing her finger between the three of them. “Cricket had a one-night-stand which turned into a weekend with three guys, one of them ending up being Sutton who worked here at Steele Ranch which she coincidentally inherited. Kady slept with her men within hours of arriving in Montana.”
“On the front porch,” Kady added, clearly proud of that.
“And I dropped my virginity like a prom dress,” Penny offered. “Trust me, you’re a Steele sister.”
“You could have told us who you were and we’d have kept it a secret,” Kady said.
“Ha!” Cricket and Penny both shouted at the same time, as if that would have been impossible.
Penny looked to me. “Whatever the start with Wilder and King, now you’re getting married. It’s really romantic,” she said, handing me a steaming mug. I was glad she changed the subject. “Sugar or milk?”
“Milk, please.”
“I’ll get it,” Cricket said. “Go lean against the counter or something before Jamison comes in and makes you go sit down.” She pointed at Kady. “You, too. I swear, overprotective men are why I’m staying on the pill.”
Knowing she was right, Kady and Penny went to get stools from the kitchen’s peninsula and sat down, leaning their elbows back on the counter behind them to give their bellies room.
Cricket brought me a small carton of milk and I poured some into my mug, then handed it back.
“You two must have gotten pregnant right away,” I guessed since they’d only come to Barlow last summer.
“Pretty fast,” Kady said.
“The first time,” Penny shared.
The first time. That would be tomorrow for me. Good thing I had an IUD or I’d probably be pregnant right away myself. No doubt Wilder and King would be virile and attentive. And since King had said they were going to fill me with so much cum it would drip out of me all week, they’d ensure it happened.
“I’m impressed you’ve saved yourself for marriage. It’s going to make tomorrow really s
pecial,” Penny said.
“You got married right away, too?” I asked, seeing the beautiful ring on her finger.
She smiled. “Oh no. Long story, but I had lost my virginity the first night we got together. But I’d saved myself, although it wasn’t like I knew them all my life like you and Wilder and King. It just worked out that way. I’m glad now.”
I nodded, understanding. “Exactly. There just hasn’t been anyone I’ve wanted besides Wilder and King. So it never happened.” I left out that I liked kink, liked submission. They might know I got off in the laundry room, but the butt plug, the spankings weren’t being shared. “And it’s not me who wants to wait to have sex. It’s them. I had my hands on their belt buckles, eager, but they refuse to take their pants off until I’m theirs.” I held up my left hand, wiggled my bare ring finger.
King came in, grabbed my coffee and took a sip. “Everything okay?” he asked, his blue eyes studying me closely.
I bit my lip, nodded. He kissed my forehead, then left.
We burst out laughing.
“I can only imagine what’s beneath those pants,” Cricket said, her eyes alight with humor.
Penny smacked her arm. “Says the woman who has three dicks of her own.”
We stared at Penny for a second, then started laughing again.
I’d missed out on this. On sisters. It was pretty amazing. And now I had them, plus Wilder and King. It couldn’t get much better…unless I could get in their pants.
* * *
WILDER
* * *
“That was quick,” Sarah said as I gripped her waist and lifted her up and into King’s truck.
We were in the parking lot of the Barlow County Courthouse, the old turn-of-the-century brick building behind us. King had the marriage license in hand, his and Sarah’s signatures as husband and wife, mine as one of the witnesses.
King had folded the center console up so she could sit between us. No fucking way would she sit in the back. I wanted to be as close to her as possible. I climbed into the seat beside her. Her sisters and their men had come to witness, but had left, knowing we wanted to get Sarah home and alone. And naked.