Page 48 of My Cowboy Trouble
I need water. Or food. Or maybe to go stand in the rain until my body stops feeling like a live wire.
I grab my phone for light and creep downstairs, trying to avoid the creaky step, and make it to the kitchen without waking anyone.
Except Gavin's already there, standing in front of the open fridge wearing nothing but boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination.
"Midnight snack?" he asks without turning around. "Or couldn't sleep because you're thinking about last night?"
"How did you know it was me?"
"I can smell your shampoo. Also, you're the only one who tries to avoid that step." He turns, holding a piece of pie. "Want some? Clara Mae's apple. She dropped it off yesterday as payment for fixing her fence."
"I'm not hungry."
"Liar." He holds out a fork with a bite of pie. "Come on, princess. You need to keep your strength up. Especially if we're going to have a repeat performance."
"We're not?—"
He pops the bite into my mouth while I'm talking, and damn, it's delicious.
"See? Sometimes it's good to just give in to what you want." He takes another bite, then offers me the fork again. "And we both know what you want."
"You're awfully confident for someone who?—"
"Who made you come three times last night? Yeah, I'm confident." He steps closer, backing me against the counter. "I'm also confident that you're standing here, sore in all the right places, trying to convince yourself that you don't want to do it again."
"Gavin—"
"Tell me I'm wrong." His hands come up to cage me against the counter, not touching but close enough thatI can feel his heat. "Tell me you're not wet right now just thinking about it."
Asher appears in the doorway before I can answer, hair mussed from sleep, wearing pajama pants that hang dangerously low. "Are we having a party and nobody invited me?"
"Kenzie couldn't sleep," Gavin says, not moving away from me. "Because she's horny."
"I am not?—"
"Join the club," Asher says, grabbing a beer from the fridge. "I've been hard since this morning. Something about having her so close... I was about to rub one out but my appetite got the better of me."
Oh for christ’s sake.
"Don't let that porn subscription expire, brother," Gavin laughs. "But I hear you. Just knowing she's one door away, probably naked in that big bed?—"
"I'm wearing pajamas!"
"Now. But last night..." Asher moves to lean against the counter beside me. "Last night you were wearing nothing but us."
My face burns. "We're not talking about last night."
"Why not?" Gavin asks, finally stepping back but only to get more pie. "Best night of my life. Well, so far. I'm hoping for some competition."
The kitchen light flicks on, and we all freeze.
Trent's standing in the doorway, wearing low-slung sweatpants, looking at the three of us with an unreadable expression.
"It's three in the morning," he says.
"Couldn't sleep," I explain. "The storm?—"
"Is very loud," Gavin interrupts. "All that banging. Speaking of banging?—"
