Hitched (Steele Ranch 4) - Page 12

“What about...what about you?” I asked, staring at the impressive erections thickly outlined in their jeans. Wilder’s curved blatantly to the right and up toward his hip. King’s also went to the right, but it went down the inside of his thigh, as if he had a baton in there.

“What are you trying to say, princess?” Wilder asked, glancing down at himself, then at me.

“Aren’t you going to… get undressed? Let me touch you?”

Wilder quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, shucked it. Oh my. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Dark hair on his chest looked soft as it narrowed to his navel, then to a thin line that disappeared into his pants. He kept his hands at his sides, let me look my fill.

Pushing up on my elbows, then all the way up, I knelt on the bed. He moved close so I could touch him, to feel the heat of his skin, feel the hard muscles beneath. God, it was better than I’d imagined.

Glancing up at him through my lashes, I caught him watching me.

“See something you like?” he asked, his voice rumbling.

I bit my lip. Nodded. Oh, yes. I absolutely did.

I’d thought of this, of what he’d look like, feel like, even smell like...for, well, forever.

King worked his blue shirt off, let it fall to the floor behind him, and I put a hand on him as well.

“Dark and light,” I said dreamily to myself. “I get both of you.”

And I was only reveling in their chests. There was so much more of them. While this wasn’t bad, there were better...areas I wanted to see.

Reaching for their belt buckles, I hooked my fingers around the metal and pulled them both a touch closer. Of course, they let me tug them, otherwise it would have been impossible to do so.

As I began to fiddle with the belts, my fingers were only inches away from their bulging cocks, they stilled my motions.

“What?” I asked, looking up at them again.

“No dicks for you, princess.”

I froze, my brain stalling on what Wilder said. “What?” I asked again. “I thought…I mean, if you’re going to take my virginity then at least one dick is required.”

I hadn’t done it before, but I wasn’t that clueless.

They both smiled. “True. Very true. But we’re not claiming you until you’ve got our rings on your finger.”

5

KING

* * *

Wilder and I were the ones who were supposed to be on our knees, although we hadn’t officially asked her to marry us. But the sight of her sated and naked—except for the skirt that was tangled up about her waist, made me just fine with this turn of events. I’d wanted to marry her for forever, known she was the one for me, the one Wilder and I would share together for as long as I could remember. But we’d had to wait. And wait. And wait for her. We’d gone about our lives, lived them. College, returning to run the ranch. For Wilder, college for him as well, but he’d gone into the Montana Fish and Game Department. We’d had girlfriends, women to fill the years while we waited for Sarah, but they’d just been fun. Nothing more.

With Sarah, there’d always been a connection. Her smiles lit up the room, that damn dimple destroying me, as she filled a place in my heart. I came alive when she was near. Her laugh, her kindness for others, her desire to lead a simple life as the Barlow librarian against her mother’s wishes, especially with its meager salary. I loved that she lived her own life, not the one that bat-shit crazy woman planned for her involving marrying rich and frequently.

When Sarah’s mother tried to bag me after her divorce from husband number three, I knew how special Sarah was. Fuck, to find the older woman in my bed had been a shitty surprise. I’d been twenty-three at the time and had a man’s need to fuck, but not her. No fucking way. Not only because she was Sarah’s mother, but I knew she was only naked and willing because I had a big ranch that had been handed down from generation to generation since the 1880s. The family land alone was valuable. The only ranch comparable in size to mine, to the Barlow land, was Steele Ranch.

I’d had no interest in becoming husband number four.

Besides, I’d been in love with Sarah even then, even then when she’d still been young. It sickened me to think what her mother had tried to do when all I wanted was sweet Sarah. Obviously, that incident had been kept top secret. Wilder knew, but it wasn’t going anywhere else. Nothing had happened and Sarah’s mom had left for California soon after.

Sarah had survived a ruthless, conniving role model and had turned out completely the opposite. Thank fuck she’d used the example as what not to do.

She might have put on fet wear and wanted to check out a BDSM party, but our Sarah was a virgin. Sweet and pure, but with a very naughty, very kinky streak.

Yeah, she was fucking perfect for us.

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