Page 114 of My Cowboy Trouble
"But my clients are in New York. My whole life is there."
"Some of it, sure. But not all of it." He moves closer, close enough to touch her if he wanted to. "Your life is wherever you choose to build it. And I'm hoping you'll choose to build it here. With us."
The silence stretches between them, thick with possibility and hope and everything none of us have dared to say out loud until now.
"This doesn't fix the bet," she says finally.
"No, it doesn't. Nothing can undo that stupidity. But it's proof that I see you as permanent, not temporary. As a partner, not entertainment."
She turns away from him, walking over to the window that looks out over the pasture. "I don't know if I can trust you again. Any of you."
"Then don't. Not yet," Trent says, following her but not touching. "We'll work for it. But, Kenzie? Whatever it takes, and I think I can speak for all of us, we're willing to do the work."
"All of you?"
"All of us," I say from the doorway.
She turns around, and they're standing so close, I can see the exact moment something shifts in her. Likea wall cracking, letting light through.
"Prove it," she whispers.
What happens next isn't planned.It's just instinct and desire, the four of us acknowledging what we've been dancing around.
Trent's hands cup her face first, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that's been building since she walked away. She melts into him, her arms coming up around his neck, and I can see the exact moment when everything else fades away except the four of us in this room.
"Missed you," Trent murmurs against her lips. "I was so afraid we lost you."
"Show me how you missed me," she breathes. "Don't tell me, show me."
Gavin moves to her other side, his hands finding her waist, and then we're all touching her, surrounding her, proving with our touches what we've been trying to say with words.
"Here?" she asks, glancing around the office.
"It’s your space now," Trent says.
"Our space," she corrects, and something in my chest loosens at the word "our."
"Let's break this baby in!" Gavin shouts.
We move with an urgency that's been building since she left, hands and mouths and a need to reconnect.Her clothes disappear, then ours, until we're all skin and heat. And honesty.
Finally.
"Love you," Trent says against her throat as he lifts her onto the desk. "Love you, and I'm sorry, and I'll spend the rest of my life proving both if you'll let me."
"Show me," she whispers.
So we do.
Trent settles between her thighs while Gavin and I position ourselves on either side, all of us touching her, kissing her, worshipping her like the precious woman she is. When Trent enters her, she cries out, her back arching off the desk.
"That's it," Gavin murmurs, his mouth on her breast.
We move together like the past day was just a bad dream and we're finally waking up. Her responses guide us, her body telling us exactly what she needs, how to touch her, how to love her.
"Please," she gasps, and we know what she's asking for.
Gavin and I position ourselves carefully, with him under her and me behind. After slow preparation, we're all connected, all joined, the feeling mind-blowing. Like puzzle pieces clicking into place.
