Harper's Little Spitfire (Harper's Series) (24 page)

His mouth returned to her overly sensitive clit. As soon as his mouth closed around it, she gasped at the pleasure-pain of it, but she didn’t want him to stop. His finger entered her slowly, twirled around and pulled back out, then made its way to her ass.

She stilled. This wasn’t the first time that one of them had touched her there.

“Relax, spitfire. I promise you’ll enjoy this,” he mumbled against her flesh.

Her body instantly relaxed. Breathing through her nose, she felt the tip of his finger ease into her ass. His thumb slid into her pussy as he pushed all the way into her ass. She let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding and moaned as he began to move inside of her.

Her senses were all over the place as Logan removed his mouth from her clit and started to kiss down her thigh. The little nips he applied to her skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through her system. Her eyes opened and glanced down at him. “Fuck, for the last few years, this is what I’ve wanted. It’s all I’ve dreamed about, spitfire.”

She whimpered as his fingers devoured her. Gripping him, pulling him further and further inside of her, Sage didn’t want him to leave.

Another finger added to the first, pushing past the tight ring of muscles, until he was fully seated inside of her again. She never knew there was so much pleasure from anal. She didn’t have anyone to ask about it. Yeah, she had her girls, but she had a feeling if she asked about that, they would ask questions. She didn’t want to have that conversation with them yet.

Her thoughts were torn away from her as Logan removed his mouth from her clit and thrust two fingers inside of her core. Two in each hole. One out as the other slid further in. One set of fingers pushed harder in as the other slid in when the others pulled back. His actions drove her higher and higher, her release in reaching grasps. He growled when she clenched around him.

“Fuck, spitfire. You have no idea how badly I want to fuck your pretty, tight pussy right now. And don’t get me started on your ass, baby. I have longed to take you there, but need to prepare you for that to happen,” he moaned as she clenched yet again around his digits.

He wanted to fuck her in the ass?
The images of him kneeling behind her, slamming in and out of her ass as he pinched her clit sent her over the edge as yet another mind-explosive orgasm racked her body.

Logan pulled both of his fingers out of her and devoured her opening, licking up all that sweet cream. Removing his mouth, he let go of her shaky legs and stood, holding her in place. He lifted one of her legs around his hip as his mouth covered hers. Tasting herself on his lips, she sucked on his tongue as he rubbed his again-erect cock against her clit.

She gasped into his mouth; he obviously didn’t need much time to recover. His hips moved back and forth as his erection slid over her clit repeatedly.
God, I want him deep inside of me!

Logan sucked on her neck as he shifted his hips back; when he did, the head of his cock sat flush with her opening. She wiggled slightly, allowing the head to enter her, and both moaned as she gripped the tip of him.

His head rested against hers, both panting for breath. His eyes searched hers, looking for the untold answer that he was looking for. She opened her mouth, but before any words came out, there was a knock on the door.

She froze as he held her there.

“Stop jacking off in there and hurry up, Logan.” Caleb’s voice entered the room.

Groaning, he placed her back down on wobbly legs and spoke. “Get the fuck out,” Logan growled.

Her eyes went to the door as a shadow fell in the doorway and shifted behind Logan’s body. How was it going to look that she was in the shower with him?

“Didn’t you get off, bro? You’ve had plenty of time in there to get your rocks off. All you had to do was picture spitfire naked or sucking on your cock. It works for me every time,” Caleb laughed.

She gasped. Did she hear him right? He pictured her naked or sucking him off as he jacked off. Blushing, as she had just done that in the shower with Logan, he turned the water off and stepped out, leaving her there.

She was a little embarrassed standing there; her body began to shiver at the cold breeze seeping through the shower door. Wrapping her arms around herself, she waited till the main door to the bathroom closed and pushed open the shower door. Sticking her head out, no one was in the room with her. Hopping out quickly, ripping her singlet from her body, she grabbed the towel that Logan left behind and dried herself.

When she stepped into the bathroom, she never would have thought what was happening behind the door, but once her eyes caught on, there was no way her body would have moved from where it stood.

She was being a peeping Tom when she stopped dead in her tracks, watching Logan touching himself. Her sanity and promises to herself had flown out the window. She knew she should have left, but the temptation was too great. She wanted Logan all to herself.

Wrapping the towel around her body, she picked up her shorts, thong and singlet, wrung them out and rolled them into a ball, holding them close to her body.

Gripping the door handle, she waited to hear some kind of noise from the other side. When she didn’t hear anything, she pulled open the door and walked out towards the bedroom door. All she had to do was make it to her room without anyone seeing her. Sneaking her head out from around the doorframe, no one was in the hall. Quickly, she strode to her room, closed the door softly and leaned against it.

She was so close to being caught in Logan’s shower. She was powerless to resist. Nothing else entered her mind when she was in close proximity to Logan; every rational thought exited her mind the second she took that first step into his bathroom.

Dropping the towel, she pulled out a pair of ripped shorts, t-shirt, sports bra and panties. Once dressed, she threw her wet clothes into the hamper in her room and pulled on her boots.

She walked towards the door, and opened it, ready to go back downstairs, but screamed when Zeb stood at her door, wearing only a pair of ripped jeans, with a towel over his shoulder.

His eyes roamed over her body, stopping at her chest and her exposed thighs. She gulped and stepped back from the door.

“Did Logan find you?” he asked as he followed her into her room.

Shaking her head ‘no’, she couldn’t find her voice as he stood, looking all sinful in jeans and still wet from his shower.

“Dad said we need to move the cattle from the back paddock to the smaller one. There’s a bad storm coming, so we need all cattle secure before it hits.”

She watched as he licked over his bottom lip as his eyes continued to roam over her.

“What does that have to do with me?” she asked.

“Dad wants you to come along with me, Logan and Caleb. The other ranch hands are going to the far north paddock and mustering those cattle up, and the girls are staying here to lock down the house. Besides the ranch hands, you’re the only other one that knows how to round up the cattle.”

Of course she did. Mr Harper, Markus, taught her with the brothers when she first moved next door. Her father had no idea how to run a ranch, but the idea appealed to him, so she had to learn very quickly the ins and outs of being on a ranch.

“Okay. When are we leaving?” she asked as she spun around and opened her dresser.

“In the next ten minutes. It’s going to take at least an hour to get out to the paddock, then possibly another hour or two depending on how the cattle are.” He stood near the door as he spoke.

“Let me grab my hat and we can head out.” He didn’t move as she approached the door. Reaching up and taking her hat off the hat rack near the door, Sage moved in front of him, ready to leave.

“You’re wearing that?” he asked with a frown.

Glancing down her body, and then back to him, there wasn’t anything wrong with what she was wearing. Placing her hat on her head, she crossed her arms over her chest. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing, Zeb?”

“Nothing, but the fact that myself and possibly Logan and Caleb will want to fuck you the moment they see you wearing that. Glad it will only be the four of us; if any of the other ranch hands were coming, I’d knock them on their asses for so much as looking at you,” he grumbled before he spun around and stomped down the hall towards the stairs.

Her mouth fell to the floor at his words. What was going on with the brothers? Yes, she had dreamed of all four of them taking her in any way possible, but she never imagined it actually becoming reality. Besides what had happened on the couch, that was as far as she and the boys went; nothing more, right?

Jesus, this was going to be the longest muster she had ever done, having Logan, Caleb and Zeb there. It was different this time. The last time they all went together, she had kissed Logan and it didn’t end well. Now, she was a grown up and could do anything she wanted to them. Or them to her. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to be left alone with three of the brothers out in the middle of the Harper’s Ranch, hours from the main house. Anything could happen; hopefully, it was for the best and not the worst this time.

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C
aleb groaned as soon as Sage stepped foot out onto the back porch. Her shorts looked like they were painted on; the only thing that gave it away that they weren’t were the frays that blew along her tanned thighs with the wind. She bent over and fixed her boots up; her ass stuck out and moved from side to side as she shifted from one foot to the other. The material pulled tight against her ass, making him fix his erection against his own jeans. Straightening up, she removed her hat, pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail and placed her hat back on top of her head. She then walked towards where he was.

Zeb and Logan followed not long after she left the house and their eyes found her instantly. By the look that passed over their faces, Caleb knew they had both cursed at what she was wearing. This was going to be one long, uncomfortable ride.

Sage walked into the barn, looking at the horses already standing there ready to go. Leaning against the barn door, he watched as her body went ridged and spun in his direction.

“Why are there only two horses strapped up? There’s four of us going, not two,” she questioned.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he saw the quick look she made to his chest, then back to his face. He couldn’t hold back the grin even if he wanted to. He affected her, just the same as she did to him.

“Dad and the others hands have taken the horses that we have to the north paddock. Logan and Zeb will be riding the horses, while I’m on the quad.”

“Well, we need to get one of the other quads.”

“Sorry, spitfire, you’re riding with one of us. The other quads are down with mechanical problems.”

“Sure they are,” she mumbled as she spun around again and walked into one of the spare stalls.

Logan and Zeb stepped up beside him.

“This trip is going to take longer than normal,” Zeb groaned. “Don’t think I can last that long with her wearing what she is.”

Logan laughed, “Suck it up, Zeb. We have all seen her in less.”

“That’s the problem. I know what is under that clothing and it’s going to kill me to be a bloody gentlemen around her,” Zeb whined as he fixed himself right where he stood.

“The quicker we get the cattle moved to the paddock, the quicker we’ll be at the cabin. Hopefully, the weather stays the way it is for several more hours,” Logan said.

“Let’s saddle up and move out. I don’t want to be out in the storm when it hits,” Caleb said. They separated and walked to their rides. Caleb jumped on his quad and started the engine. As soon as the motor revved to life, Sage stepped out of the barn looking between all three of them.

Logan holstered himself up on Lightnin’ as Zeb did the same to Bigfoot. Both horses were huge and black. One had a white mane and the other had patches of white through the mane; that was the only difference between them.

Sage walked towards them; unsure who she was riding with. Caleb drove forward and stopped beside Logan. “You two need to decide who she is going with,” he said.

“Zeb, she’s riding with you for now, bro,” Logan told him.

Zeb shifted back enough and held out his hand. Sage stepped up, took his offered hand and screamed when he lifted her from the ground and swung her up into his lap.

Both Caleb and Logan laughed when she thumbed Zeb in the chest for not giving her a warning. “Seriously, Zeb, did you have to do that?” she growled.

It was the cutest little growl coming from her mouth. Zeb pulled her flush against his front and her eyes went wide.

Caleb knew what that was from. Hell, he wasn’t the only one with an erection; they all had one. With the sight of her strutting out in those damn shorts she had on, she knew exactly what she was doing to all three of them. It was going to be damn hard to concentrate on mustering up the cattle rather than thinking of places to stop and take her.

Shifting slightly, making it a little more comfortable to ride, they all headed out towards the main gate. The sky to the west of the property was the blackest he had even seen being on the ranch. The wind had picked up slightly, the trees bending to the wind as it ripped through the paddock in front of him. The long grass swayed back and forth, unsure as to what direction to go.

Half an hour into the ride, lightning cracked to his left. The cattle in the neighbours paddock moved frantically along the fence line as they followed each other. Pulling to a stop, he left the engine running as both the horses came into view.

“We need to move quickly. The storm is coming in way too fast for my liking,” he yelled over the engine.

Both Logan and Zeb nodded and took off towards where the cattle were last seen. Caleb turned left and headed for that direction; in case the cattle decided to head that way, he could cut them off.

They should have left earlier. He didn’t like the idea of being stuck out in a storm while trying to muster cattle. They were unpredictable in wild weather. If something happened, they didn’t have enough hands on deck to deal with the situation. Accelerating, he flew through the paddock, wanting to find his father’s cattle. They needed to get to them before this bloody storm hit, and have them in the smaller paddock near the cabin.