Page 42 of My Cowboy Trouble
She lowers herself onto my aching cock, her whole body focused on destroying me while Gavin and Asher worship the rest of her. Every time I think I've figured out the rhythm, she changes it, keeps us guessing, keeps us focused entirely on her.
"God, you're all so..." she gasps, then laughs breathlessly. "I had a really witty comment but I can't remember words right now."
"That's a first," Gavin says against her hip.
"Shut up and kiss me," she fires back, then moans when he does exactly that.
Asher's watching her with dark eyes, his hands never stopping their exploration. "You're incredible," he tells her.
"I know," she says, but her voice breaks on the words as I find a particularly sensitive spot. "Fuck, Trent, do that again."
I do, and she throws her head back, her fingers flying to her clit as I piston her. I watch her come apart a second time, trembling. But she's still not done, still directing us, still demanding more.
"All of you," she says, pulling us together. "Want to feel all of you when I..."
She positions us exactly how she wants us—me still beneath her, Gavin and Asher on either side, all of us touching her, pleasuring her, worshipping her like she deserves. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, breathless moans, and her voice telling us exactly what she needs.
"There, right there," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop."
We don't. We work together, taking cues from each other and from her responses, until she's crying out, her body going rigid, then boneless, taking all of us over the edge with her in a chain reaction of pleasure and heat.
When we finally collapse in a tangle of limbs and satisfaction, she's in the middle, breathing hard andlooking thoroughly pleased with herself. Her hair is a mess, her lips swollen from kissing, and there are marks on her skin from our mouths and hands. Goddamn beautiful.
"So," she says, still catching her breath. "That happened."
"That definitely happened," Gavin agrees, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
"Multiple times," Asher adds with a satisfied grin.
"Any regrets?" I ask, because someone has to.
She turns to look at me, something soft in her eyes. "Ask me tomorrow when my legs work again, Trent."
I pull her closer, because I can. Because she's here and warm and real. "Tomorrow's problem, remember?"
She smiles, tracing patterns on my chest. "You're learning."
"I had a good teacher."
"The best," she agrees, then yawns. "But even the best teachers need sleep. You three wore me out."
"Other way around, princess," Gavin mumbles, already half asleep, his arm draped possessively over her waist.
She laughs, soft and content, and burrows deeper into the pile of us. Asher spoons her from behind, and I can feel when his breathing evens out into sleep.
"Hey, Trent?" she whispers in the darkness.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks. For coming to the rodeo."
"Thankyou," I tell her, meaning it more than she knows.
"For what?"
All kinds of reasons course through my thoughts. For making me feel alive again. For making me want something beyond the ranch. For making me forget, even for just tonight, all the reasons I can't have this.
"For not giving up on that horse," I say instead.
