Page 97 of Outlaw

Branwen

The exhilaration of today had not only made combing through Stevie’s hair with the detangler after her bath easy, but she had fallen asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

We had spent several hours at the stables while Linc worked with Stevie on basics and then put her on the back of Jack with him to go for a longer ride. It had been so many years since I’d ridden that I hadn’t even asked if I could ride Diane. I felt as if I needed lessons too.

I hadn’t realized just how bad I’d missed it until today. Even being at Hughes Farm hadn’t brought back the desire to feel myself on the back of a horse with the wind in my face like it had today. There had been a few other saddles in the tack room, and if Linc continued being so…friendly, I might get brave enough to ask.

Glancing down at my phone, I saw it was after twelve, but I wasthirsty, and sleep wasn’t coming for me. My brain refused to shut off. Getting up, I headed out the door and toward the staircase.

Linc had left with Luther shortly after we got back from riding, and they still hadn’t returned by the time I brought Stevie up to bed. Jayda had taken Maui and put him in Linc’s room for me.

It wasn’t until I reached the entrance to the kitchen that I heard voices coming from the great room. Considering the time, I was curious as to who was up this late. Jayda had said she was going up after she finished cleaning the kitchen, and that had been three hours ago. I hesitated and then decided to just go peek. As I got closer, it sounded as if the television was on, but I heard something else too. Loud, feminine laughter caused me to pause.

That wasn’t Jayda.

It could be someone with Luther…and Linc. I winced at the stab of jealousy.

I should turn around and go back to the kitchen to get a drink and head back upstairs, where I belonged. Today had been a good day. Linc had treated me as if I was human, and I’d like not to mess that up. If he had woman here, he had waited until well after he knew Stevie was asleep. Yes, it was painful to think about, but that was something I’d have to learn to live with.

Before I could do something stupid, like go see who was here, I went back to the kitchen, not stopping until I had my glass and was filling it with the pitcher of cold water from the refrigerator.

“Linc,” a female’s voice said with a purr in the hallway just outside the kitchen.

I stopped pouring, sat the pitcher back up, and stood there, staring down at my glass, trying to decide what to do.

“Where’s your room?”

“Not going to my room.” His deep voice was slightly husky.

“Oh,” she breathed.

Then, I heard her gasp, and something hit the floor.

“You want my cock, then you’re gonna get it on your knees.”His tone turned hard.

I was going to have to stand here and listen to this. My eyes darted around the room for any escape that I hadn’t noticed before.

“God, I forgot how big it was,” she moaned.

Apparently, she wasn’t new.

“When you fucked me at the club, I was sore for days,” she told him with a reverent tone.

I didn’t know what club, but I’d bet it was one where she had on no clothing and there was a pole involved. Pressing a hand to my stomach, I put the glass on the counter, no longer wanting it. Reality was a mean bitch, and I was getting a strong dose.

“Shh,” he said. “Don’t talk. Just suck. Ah, that’s it. All the way down that throat. Fuck yeah.”

The sounds of his pleasure were difficult to hear. The jealous pang in my chest was mixed with the fact that it turned me on. I just hated knowing it wasn’t me making him sound that way.

“Open that throat up,” he growled. “I’ll shove it down if you don’t. AH fuck. That’s the way.”

“Such a good girl, Barbie,” Luther drawled with a dark chuckle.

My eyes widened. Why was Luther out there too? Was this about to become a threesome?

Shit. Crap. I didn’t want to have to listen to more of this.

“You suck him off real good, and then I’ll fuck you while you eat Arabella’s pussy,” Luther said.

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