Page 90 of My Cowboy Trouble
"It's been two days," I gasp as Asher's hands slide under my tank top, finding bare skin.
"Two days too long," Trent growls against my mouth before capturing it again.
They're everywhere at once—hands and mouths and bodies pressing against me from all sides. It should feel overwhelming but instead, feels like coming home. Like this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
"Too many clothes," Asher observes, tugging at my shirt. "Way too many clothes."
"Agreed," Gavin says, already working the buttons of my jeans. "Though I have to say, you look damn good in Trent's shirt."
"Is that what this is?" I look down at the flannel I threw on this morning. "I just grabbed the first thing I could find."
"It's mine," Trent confirms, and there's something possessive in his voice that sends heat straight to my core. "You can keep it."
"Generous of you," I tease, but my breath hitches as Gavin's fingers work my zipper.
"I'm feeling generous," Trent says, his hands joining the effort to undress me. "Today."
Within moments, my clothes are gone, tossed carelessly aside. I should feel exposed, vulnerable, standing naked in a tack room in the middle of the day. Instead, I feel powerful. The way the guys are looking at me—like I'm a goddess, like I'm everything they've ever wanted.
"Beautiful," Asher breathes, his hands skimming over my ribs. "So fucking beautiful."
"Your turn," I tell them, tugging at Trent's shirt. "Fair's fair."
They comply quickly, efficiently, until we're all skin and heat and desperate need. The tack room suddenly feels too small, the air too thick, but I don't care. All I care about is this—them, us, the way Gavin's hands feel on my hips, the way Asher's mouth tastes when he kisses me, the way Trent looks at me like I'm his salvation.
"How do you want this?" Trent asks, his voice strained with control that's hanging by a thread.
"I want all of you," I repeat. "At the same time.”
"Christ, Kenzie," Gavin groans. "You're trying to kill us."
"Is that a no?"
"That's a hell yes," Asher says, positioning himself behind me. "But we need to be careful. Make sureyou're ready."
They take their time preparing me, hands and mouths working in perfect synchronization. Asher's fingers slide into me from behind while Trent's thumb finds my clit, and Gavin's mouth is on my breasts, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to die from sensation overload.
"Please," I gasp when I can't take any more teasing. "I need you.”
They position me carefully—Trent lying on a horse blanket they've spread on the floor, me straddling him, sinking down onto him with a moan that echoes off the walls. He fills me completely, stretching me in the best way.
"Fuck, you feel good," he breathes, his hands gripping my hips. "So perfect."
Asher moves behind me, his hands gentle as he tickles my behind with his wet finger. "You sure about this, darlin'?"
"Yes," I breathe. "God, yes." I've always wanted to do this. And with these guys? It's like the universe is answering my prayers.
He slowly enters me from behind, and I cry out at the sensation. It's intense, overwhelming, the feeling of being so completely filled. For a moment, none of us move, just breathing hard and adjusting to the sensation.
"Okay?" Trent asks, his eyes searching my face.
"More than okay," I grunt.
That's when Gavin moves to my side, his cock at the perfect height for my mouth. I look up at him, meeting his eyes as I take him in, and the groan he lets out is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. And the precum he gives me?
Divine.
"Jesus Christ," he gasps, his hand tangling in my hair. "Your mouth, princess?—"
