Page 12 of Dirty Cowboys (Masked Men #7)

Nash

It’s been a week since the night of the storm, and Indie is driving me absolutely fucking crazy.

Not in the way she usually does, with those little sounds she makes when I kiss her neck or the way she blushes when Walker brushes past her.

This is different. I want to tie her to a chair just to keep her still for five minutes.

Doc Henderson cleared her yesterday. He said her head injury was healing fine and she could now resume normal activities. But “normal activities” to Indie apparently means throwing herself into ranch work like she’s been doing it her whole life.

I watch from the bars of the horse pen as Indie helps Walker repair a section of damaged fencing, her blonde hair tied back in a messy bun and her face flushed. She’s wearing one of my old shirts that hangs loose on her body, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

“Hand me that wire,” Walker says, and she passes it over without missing a beat.

I smirk. He must appreciate working with her. He hates asking me because I like to rile him up and pretend I don’t know what he is asking for. It normally ends with his hand around my neck and my cock hard as a rock.

“Like this?” she asks, mimicking the way he’s been wrapping the wire around the fence post.

“Tighter,” he says, moving behind her and covering her hands with his. “Feel how much tension you need?” Indie relaxes back against his chest, soaking up the moment of Walker being soft and tender.

Duke emerges from the barn, his black hat pulled low against the sun, and heads in my direction. “She is going to work herself into the ground if she keeps this up,” he says, stepping up beside me.

“Tell me about it,” I mutter. “Yesterday I found her mucking out stalls at five in the morning. She said she couldn’t sleep and wanted to make herself useful.”

“And you let her?”

“No, I made her watch me do it. The woman is more stubborn than a bull with its head stuck in a fence.”

“I need to make a quick trip into town and pick up supplies. Keep an eye on things here?”

“Sure thing, boss,” I say, tipping my hat. “But if Indie tries to lift anything heavier than a hay bale while you’re gone, I’m tying her to a chair.”

“She won’t like that.”

“She won’t like a lot of things if she keeps pushing herself like this.” I hop down from the pen, already planning how to distract her.

Duke heads toward his truck, calling out to Walker and Indie as he goes. “I’ll be back. Try not to let Nash get into too much trouble while I’m gone.”

“No promises,” Walker calls back.

I wander over to where they’re working, admiring the view of Indie’s ass in those tight jeans as she bends over to pick up another section of wire. “How’s it going over here?” I ask, settling against a nearby fence post.

“Almost done,” Indie says, wiping sweat from her forehead. “This is actually kind of relaxing once you get the hang of it.”

Walker snorts. “That’s because you haven’t been doing it for eight hours straight in the middle of summer yet.”

“Is that a challenge?” she fires back, grinning at him.

“No,” Walker and I say at the same time, and she laughs.

“You two are no fun. I’m perfectly capable of?—”

“Of working yourself to death,” I say with a raised brow.

She straightens up with her hands on her hips, shooting me a stubborn look that makes me want to kiss her and shake her at the same time. “I’m earning my keep, just like Walker said.”

“You don’t need to earn anything; I was just in a shitty mood. We’ll never expect you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I know that, but I want to be useful. I want to feel like I actually belong here.”

“And you do belong here, Indie. You don’t have to prove it by working yourself to the bone,” Walker replies.

She’s quiet for a moment and then nods. “Okay. Point taken.” She looks around at the nearly finished fence repair. “What should I do instead?”

I don’t want to be sexist and tell her she can’t do the things we are doing, as we know women are just as capable and there are plenty who work out here on the ranch with us.

But she has only just been cleared by the doctor, and on top of that, she isn’t skilled in the things we need done.

Without being watched, she could get injured again, and I am not willing to risk that happening.

“Actually,” Walker says slowly, “there is something that needs doing. You could take pictures of everything that’s damaged—we need a record of it. So far we’ve been taking pictures as we fix things, but that would speed up the process.”

Her face lights up. “I can take pictures.”

I watch her go and then turn to Walker. “Think that’ll keep her busy?”

“For a couple of hours, maybe.” He rolls up the leftover wire. “Long enough for you to figure out what you’re going to do about this thing you’ve got with her.”

Walker walks off, and I follow behind. He can’t start a conversation like that and then just leave.

“What thing?” I ask as he abruptly stops to face me.

“The thing where you act like everything’s fine when it’s clearly not.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Walker drops the tools in frustration. “When you fucked her that first day she was here alone, without talking to us first?—”

“Walker.” I stop him, and stare into his stormy gray eyes.

I have never seen him so jealous before.

I know I fucked up by not talking to him first, but normally if it was just a random woman passing through town, he wouldn’t have had an issue.

But he isn’t blind and can see how much I like Indie.

Actually, if I’m being honest, I have missed a woman’s touch.

“I wanted to kill you,” he says quietly. “I was fucking jealous. And I’ve never been jealous before, Nash.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. Walker doesn’t do emotion; he doesn’t talk about feelings. I never expected him to say the words out loud. Normally if we have an issue, we fuck it out instead of talking.

“Shit, I didn’t know it was that bad.”

“Of course you didn’t know, because I didn’t fucking tell you.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I have been trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. Why watching you with her makes me want to tear you apart.”

“Because you want her, too, and we have never shared like this before.”

“No, I want both of you.” He shakes his head. “I’ve never wanted to share you with a woman before, but it also scares me she’ll only want you and I can’t be part of it.”

I open my mouth to respond—surely he has to know I would never leave him for anyone else. It’s why I wanted nothing serious with a woman; I never thought this would be possible .

“I don’t know how to want someone new without feeling like I’m betraying what we have. And I don’t know how to trust that adding her to us won’t break everything we’ve built.” He says.

Stepping closer to him, I grab his hands and pull him to me. “Hey. Look at me.”

His gray eyes meet mine, and I can see how hard this is for him. “I’m not going anywhere,” I tell him. “No matter what happens with Indie, no matter how this plays out, I’m not leaving you. We are not leaving you.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“The fuck I can’t.” I reach out and cup his face, forcing him to maintain eye contact. “Walker, you stubborn prick, I’ve been in love with you for years. You think some pretty girl is going to change that so easily?”

“What if she asks you to choose?”

“She won’t,” I say. “That’s not who she is. She wants all of us together. She’s not trying to break us apart.”

Walker is quiet for a moment, processing my words. Finally, he nods slowly. “Okay.”

“Okay?” I ask, and he tries to smirk at me.

“I believe you. About not going anywhere.”

“Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”

He continues toward the barn, and I follow.

Once we get there, we work in silence for the next couple of hours, and occasionally I catch Walker watching me.

By mid-afternoon, I haven’t seen Indie in at least an hour, and Walker has gone off to fix a tractor we need later in the week, so I decide I better make sure she is okay.

Duke came back an hour ago, and I figure she went to help him unload his truck.

“Indie?” I call out as I leave the barn.

No response. I check the house, the paddocks, even the old equipment shed we rebuilt after the storm. Nothing. It’s not until I head back toward the barn that I hear voices coming from inside. I pause just outside the main doors.

“You look hot,” Indie says.

“That’s what happens when you work outside all day.”

I should announce myself, make some noise so they know I’m here, but I don’t.

“Not that kind of hot, Duke.”

Duke just laughs, and I hear hay rustling. Against my better judgment, I creep closer to the door, and peek inside.

“Come here.”

I know I should leave and give them privacy. But I am obsessed with this girl, and I want to see how she is with Duke when they are alone.

“Duke,” she whispers, and my cock immediately hardens. “I have wanted to get you alone. ”

“I know,” he says.

“Is that what you want? Me alone?”

“I want you every way I can have you,” Duke says. “With them, without them, masked, or not. But right now, I want to know how you taste.”

Indie moans softly, and I carefully move, angling myself so I can see into the barn without being spotted.

What I see makes me want to walk in and join them.

Indie is lying on a pile of hay bales, her shirt pulled up to expose her stomach, and Duke is kneeling between her legs.

His hat is off, and he is undoing the buttons on her jeans.

“Tell me you want this,” he says as he undoes her zipper slowly.

“I want this,” she whispers. “I want you.”

Duke pulls her jeans off, along with her underwear, leaving her bare from the waist down. The sight of her spread out like that makes my mouth go dry.

“Fuck,” Duke murmurs, his hands trailing up her thighs. “So fucking wet already.”

Indie arches her back as he touches her, a whimper escaping her lips. “Please, Duke. I need?—”

“I know what you need,” he says, lowering his head between her legs. “Let me take care of you.”

His tongue dips into her pussy, and Indie cries out, her hands fisting the hay beneath her. I watch as Duke fucks her with his tongue.

“Oh god,” she gasps out, her hips bucking up into his face. “Duke, I’m going to...”

I stare transfixed as Indie falls apart beneath him, her back arching off the hay as she cries out Duke’s name, and he keeps working her as she comes down from her orgasm. Duke doesn’t stop until she’s trembling and pushing at his shoulders.

“Better?” he asks, crawling up her body to press a kiss on her lips.

“Mmm,” she mumbles. “Much better. But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You’re still dressed,” she points out, her hands already reaching for his belt. “That hardly seems fair.”

Duke catches her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. “Who said anything about fair?” The dominant tone of his voice makes Indie shiver, and I have to adjust myself in my jeans. Watching them together is even hotter than I imagined it would be.

“Please,” Indie whispers. “I want to touch you.”

“You will touch me when I say you can touch me,” Duke commands. “Right now, you’re going to lie there and take what I give you.”

He releases her wrists and stands up, then slowly unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans. When he finally frees his cock, Indie licks her lips.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commands, and she obeys. He positions himself between her thighs, leaning over her, and braces himself on his forearms.

“Look at me,” he says, and when her eyes meet his, he pushes inside in one slow, steady thrust.

The sound Indie makes goes straight to my cock. I’m rock hard now, my hand unconsciously moving to palm myself through my jeans as I watch Duke move inside her.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he growls against her neck. “So tight and wet for me.”

“Harder,” Indie gasps, her legs wrapping around his waist. “Please, Duke.”

“Do you need to be fucked hard and deep until you can’t think straight?” he says, his pace increasing.

“Yes, fuck yes!”

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the barn, and I’m completely mesmerized, my hand working myself through my jeans as I watch them move together. “Come for me,” Duke commands, his hand moving between their bodies. “Come on my cock.”

Indie screams his name, and they both collapse.

“You shouldn’t watch people fucking,” Walker murmurs. He grabs me by the back of the neck with one hand, while the other palms my cock that is just about to burst .

“I couldn’t help it; we never get to watch Duke fuck.”

“Do you want Duke to fuck you?” His grip on my neck gets tighter, and he forces me to turn, his hand abandoning my cock.

I groan as he pushes me away from the barn. “It has never been a secret that I have, but you know he just likes to tell us what to do and touch his own cock.”

“Now I’m hard as fuck picturing it,” he mutters, pushing me along with the hand still locked around the back of my neck. “But you’re not getting fucked by Duke right now.”

I stumble forward as he forces me toward the workbench, which he’d been using to cut wood. I brace my hands on the top, needing a release and fast.

“You’re getting fucked by me.”

Before I can reply, he’s behind me, ripping open the button of my jeans and dragging them down just far enough that air hits my bare ass. Walker spits between my cheeks, then his fingers spread the wetness where he needs it to be.

“Fuck,” I choke out, gripping the bench.

“You loved watching them, didn’t you?” he says.

“Yes,” I hiss, as his cock presses against my ass. “Fuck yes.”

His hard thrust rips the breath from my lungs, then my head drops and a strangled moan escapes my throat.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Walker says, both hands gripping my hips like he’s trying to hold back. “Your ass swallows my cock so fucking well.”

I brace harder as his hips slam me into the bench. My cock leaks, and I want to wrap my hand around it to relieve the ache.

“Are you thinking about her watching?” he pants, his breath warm against my neck. “Do you think she would enjoy seeing you like this? Bent over and fucked raw?” Walker lets go of my hip on one side and fists my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck,” I gasp as my vision blurs. “I’m?—”

His grip tightens. “Then fuckin’ come for me, Nash.”

“Ahh, fuck!” I let out a deep groan as I blow my load. My entire body shakes, and I don’t think I have ever come so hard.

“Do you like what you see, Indie?” Walker asks, his voice deep and husky, and I look over my shoulder.

Indie stands in front of Duke, who has her pulled to his chest. Her eyes are wide as she nods.

“I guess that makes us even now,” Duke says with a wink.

Shit, that asshole knew I was there the entire time.