Page 118 of My Cowboy Trouble
"Christ," Gavin groans. "You're going to kill us."
"Not unless you kill me first."
They move with practiced efficiency, like they've been planning this moment. Trent spreads his shirt on the hay bales, creating a makeshift bed. Asher's handsare gentle as he guides me down, but there's nothing gentle about the way he's looking at me.
"You sure about this?" he asks, settling beside me.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
That's all the permission they need.
Gavin's mouth finds my breasts while Asher claims my lips, and Trent's hands map the length of my legs, spreading them wide. I'm drowning in sensation, in the feeling of being completely surrounded, completely theirs.
"So wet for us," Trent murmurs, his fingers finding my core, stroking until I'm arching off the makeshift bed. "So ready."
"Please," I gasp against Asher's mouth. "I need?—"
"We know what you need," Gavin says, positioning himself between my thighs. "We're going to give you everything."
When he enters me, I cry out, my back arching. He fills me completely, stretching me wide, and for a moment, we're all still, just breathing hard.
"More," I whisper. "I want more."
Asher moves to position himself at my head while Trent works to prepare me for what comes next. His fingers are patient, gentle, working me open until I'm desperate with need.
"Now," I demand. "Please, now."
He flips me so I'm on top of him, and Trent positions himself behind me. When he joins Gavin inside me, the sensation is overwhelming. Full doesn't beginto cover it. I feel claimed, possessed, completely owned by these three men who've just been given permission to take everything they want.
"That's it," Gavin pants, his movements careful despite the strain I can see in his face. "Take all of us. Every fucking inch."
Asher guides himself to my mouth, and I take him eagerly, wanting to be connected to all of them at once. The taste of him on my tongue while Gavin and Trent move inside me is intoxicating, overwhelming in the best possible way.
"Look at you," Asher groans, his hand tangling in my hair. "Taking all of us so perfectly. Like you were made for this."
"Made for us," Trent corrects, his voice rough with strain.
They find a rhythm, careful and coordinated, each movement designed to bring me closer to my edge. I'm surrounded, filled, and claimed.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Gavin growls, his thumb finding my clit. "So perfect around us."
"Come for us," Trent demands, his movements becoming more urgent. "Fall apart for us."
An orgasm hits me like a freight train, ripping through me with an intensity that leaves me seeing stars. I come apart completely, my body clenching around both Gavin and Trent while I suck Asher's cock.
They follow me over the edge one by one. Gavinfirst with a shout that echoes through the barn, then Trent with a groan that sounds like relief. Then Asher shouting my name, until we're all collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and hard breathing.
"Holy shit," I say when I can finally speak.
"You can say that again," Gavin pants, his head on my shoulder.
"Best decision you ever made," Asher adds, pressing a kiss to my temple.
"Best decision we ever made," Trent corrects.
We lie there for a long time, just breathing, just being. Connected in every way that matters, no longer pretending that what we have is anything other than exactly what it is.
"No going back," I say quietly.
