Page 13 of Dirty Cowboys (Masked Men #7)

Indie

A month has passed since the bad storm, and in that time, we have gotten to know each other.

There haven’t been any more masked chases, as Duke said he wanted me to get to know them all first. Since I know it’s them behind the masks, trust now plays a huge part in anything we do.

Nash and Walker agreed, so that is what we have been doing.

It has been fun with stolen kisses in the barn, or one of them finding me taking pictures for my followers and bending me over the hay bales.

“I should have brought a jacket,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around myself.

The sun’s setting earlier, and there’s a chill in the air reminding me fall is almost here.

It is my favorite time of the year, not that I think Marge would be impressed if I asked her for a pumpkin spice latte.

Nash dared me to, but I’m not that brave.

“Here,” Walker says, pulling off his jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders.

As we push through the door, I notice how many women are wearing cowboy hats tonight.

“I wish I had a hat,” I say without thinking. But I have one, I just don’t wear it in public—the boots situation was enough of a lesson. “I feel so out of place.”

Before I can say anything else, Nash’s hat is placed on my head, his hands adjusting it to sit right. “There,” he says, stepping back to admire his work.

Conversation in the bar pauses, and I feel people staring. Duke takes my hand and squeezes it, and I expect him to let go, but he doesn’t.

“Hello, strangers,” Marge calls out from behind the bar. “I like your hat, honey.”

Nash chuckles as Duke pulls me toward the bar. Once there, Walker cages me between his body and Duke’s. “Just picking up our order,” Duke tells Marge.

“I’ll go get it for you,” Marge says with a grin, then disappears into the kitchen.

Sarah Beth appears at my side, squeezing between Walker and me, her own hat on her head. “Mind if I steal her for a minute?” she asks, already looping her arm through mine. “Girl talk. ”

Duke lets go of my hand, and Sarah Beth pulls me toward the quiet corner near the jukebox.

“Okay, spill,” she says with a huge grin. “When did this happen?”

“When did what happen?” I ask, confused.

Sarah Beth stares at me, then bursts out laughing. “You’ve got no idea, do you?”

“No idea about what? Why is everyone staring at us?”

“The hat,” she says, pointing to my head. “You’re wearing Nash Wilder’s hat in public.”

“So?”

“So, that’s as good as a wedding ring around here. When a cowboy puts his hat on a woman’s head, especially in front of the whole town, he’s claiming her. Marking his territory and saying, ‘This one’s mine’ for everyone to see.’”

My mouth falls open. “What?”

“And you’re not just wearing a hat. You are also wearing Walker’s jacket, and Duke was holding your hand. That’s—” She shakes her head, still grinning. “That’s crazy. They have never shown an interest in anyone before.”

“But they make me wear their hats all the time,” I protest. “I thought they were just trying to keep me from getting sunburned.”

Sarah Beth’s laughter gets louder, drawing attention our way. “Oh my gosh, you’re serious! Indie, how long have they been putting hats on your head?”

“Walker made me wear his while we were fixing the roof when I still lived at the Patterson’s place, and Nash is always...” I stop, realization dawning on me. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh .”

I look over at them standing at the bar, all three of them not taking their eyes off me even for a second.

“Order’s ready,” Marge calls out, sliding brown paper bags across the bar.

“They’re staring.” I’ve stated the obvious, but Sarah Beth just pushes me back toward them.

“Go on,” she says. “Your cowboys are waiting.”

Nash’s hat feels different on my head now that I know exactly what it means. When I reach them, Duke places his hand on my back, and Walker’s fingers brush mine as he takes one of the bags.

“Ready?” Duke asks, and I nod.

As we head for the door, I catch Marge’s eye. She winks at me and calls out, “Wear a hat, ride a cowboy.”

My face flames red as we leave the bar, Marge’s laughter echoing behind us. Duke just wraps an arm around me as he leads me to the truck. When Duke opens the passenger door for me, Nash leans forward from the back .

“Keep the hat,” he murmurs. “It looks good on you.”

“I know what it means now,” I admit.

Nash’s grin spreads from ear to ear. “Good. Then you know exactly what we’re telling everyone.”

As we drive away from Dust & Whiskey, I catch my reflection in the side mirror.

The hat sits perfectly on my head, and for the first time since I arrived in Copper Creek, I look like I belong—and that is all I ever wanted.

My boots are now well worn, as are all my jeans.

Sarah Beth was right when she said I just had to give it time.

We all sit around the large table to eat dinner, and I can feel them watching me. I want to ask why they claimed me. I have been scared to ask more questions because I expected them to only want to fuck me and help me with my kinks, but it has been more than that between us.

Dinner is over fast, and when I stand from the table and clear my plate, I feel the weight of the three of them still staring at me.

“Go upstairs. Change into something you can run in,” Duke says, and a shiver runs through me.

“No underwear,” Walker adds .

“And tie your hair back. We don’t want it getting in the way when we wreck you,” Nash finishes.

I have never moved so fast in my life. Racing upstairs, I hurry into my room and rip through my clothes, finding a flannel shirt that belongs to Duke, which I borrowed at some point.

It falls just long enough to cover my ass.

I keep my boots on and Nash’s hat. When I head back to the kitchen, the house is silent and dark.

“Run,” Duke commands, his voice sparking a tingle through me. This time, there is no robotic voice as the mask lights up the room.

I race outside and sprint into the darkness, past the barn and the holding pens, my heart pounding with excitement.

Though I don’t look back, I can hear them following me.

I don’t get much farther when someone’s steps speed up, and a moment later arms wrap around me.

I scream and laugh as we fall to the ground.

“Fucking perfect,” Nash growls out. “I love hunting you and you knowing it’s me.”

He flips me over in the dirt, yanking my shirt up just enough to expose me. His fingers run over my pussy from behind, then up along my ass crack, and he hums a pleased sound.

“You’re just a needy little hole, aren’t you? Running from us so we’ll fuck you harder when we catch you. ”

“Damn right she is,” Walker says, his voice sending a chill down my spine as he drops to the ground. “Hands above your head, baby girl.”

When I comply, he grabs my wrists and ties a rope around them.

Nash is already hard, pushing his cock against my ass while Walker finishes securing my arms.

Nash’s mask presses against the side of my face, then he rips it off and throws it to the ground.

“You wanna be used, don’t you? Fucked like the filthy little thing you are.

” I nod, moaning, and he bites my shoulder through Duke’s shirt.

“Say it. I want to hear the words come out of your pretty little mouth.”

“I want to be used,” I whisper. “I want you all.”

Walker pushes Nash aside and pulls me up onto my hands and knees, my balance precarious with my wrists still bound. He takes off his mask and throws it to the ground beside Nash’s.

“You know what I want?” he murmurs. “To brand you. Right here.” His hand slides between my thighs, cupping me possessively. “So no one ever forgets who you belong to.”

I shudder, internally screaming yes. “Do it.”

“Not yet, but one day. When you trust me enough.”

Then he leans in and bites me—hard—on the curve of my neck, and I cry out .

“Fuck! Mark her like that again and I’m gonna nut in my jeans.” Nash groans, reaching for Walker and dragging him in for a kiss. Their mouths smash together, and my body trembles as I watch them over my shoulder.

Duke’s voice cuts through the darkness—I’d begun to wonder where he was. “Put her between you.”

Walker fists my hair and yanks my head back, making me gasp. His grip is rough, and the scrape of his teeth along my neck again sends a shiver straight to my core. In front of me, Nash strokes his fingers down my cheek.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Tied up and dripping wet, waiting to be filled with our cocks. I bet you would say thank you if I made you gag on my cock right now, wouldn’t you?”

I whimper because I’ll beg for whatever scraps this man is willing to throw me.

Walker’s hand cups my pussy before he slides his fingers inside me and begins to pump them. Now he knows how wet I am, while Nash and Duke can no doubt hear it, and I need them to fuck me.

“Please,” I beg. “I need more.”

“That mouth’s not for talking. It’s for choking on my dick.”

“Use her. Don’t hold back. I want to see her fall apart between you,” Duke says, and I look over at him. He has his belt undone and his jeans are unbuttoned, his thick length in his hand as he slowly strokes himself.

Walker grabs my waist and pulls me back onto his cock with a growl. I scream as he thrusts into me, his hands gripping me tightly to keep me from pitching forward. Nash pulls out his cock, kneels in front of me, and runs the tip over my lips.

“Fuck, I love dragging my dick across your lips. It makes me excited to see what you will look like when I come all over that pretty face.”

“Fuck her mouth, Nash, or I will take over,” Duke orders.

Walker pounds into me from behind, while Nash fists my hair and thrusts into my mouth so fast I gag. He curses, pulls back, and does it again.

“Look at our little fuck doll locked between us. The only thing that would make this better is if you were fucking me while I was fucking her,” Nash says.

“She’s clenching around me so fucking tight, I think she likes that idea.”