Page 117 of My Cowboy Trouble
"No problems here," Asher says finally, and there's something that might be relief in his voice.
"Hell no," Gavin adds with a grin that's starting to spread across his face.
"Never," Trent says quietly, and the certainty in his voice makes something settle in my chest.
"Good. Because I'm staying, I'm building my business here, I'm learning to tolerate that psychotic rooster, and I'm probably going to spend the rest of my life arguing with you three about everything fromfence repair techniques to whose turn it is to cook dinner."
"Sounds perfect," Asher says.
"Sounds like pandemonium," Gavin adds, but he's still grinning.
"Sounds like exactly what we signed up for," Trent finishes.
And just like that, the decision is made. Not just by me but by all of us. The choice to stop pretending this is temporary, stop acting like what we have is wrong or shameful or too complicated to work. The choice to dive in headfirst and figure out the details as we go.
"So that's it." I say. "We're doing this."
"Princess," Gavin says, that familiar cocky grin spreading across his face, "we've been doing this. We're just finally admitting it."
"Speak for yourself," Asher says. "I've been a goner since the fence post."
"And I knew you were staying the night you helped with storm cleanup instead of hiding in your room," Trent adds. "Everything else has just been you catching up to what we already knew."
I shake my head, but I'm smiling. "You're all insane."
"Good thing you like insane," Gavin says.
"Good thing I love insane," I correct.
And then they're all moving toward me at once, and I realize that whatever comes next, whatever challenges we face, whatever complications arise fromchoosing to love three men who come as a package deal, we're going to face it together.
All of us.
"Come here,"Gavin says, his voice dropping to that rough register that never fails to send heat straight through me.
I don't even get a chance to take a step before he's on me, his hands framing my face, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that tastes like possession and promise and everything I've been craving since this whole mess started. It's not gentle—Gavin's never been gentle—but it's honest. Raw. Everything he can't say with words poured into the connection between us.
"Mine," he growls against my lips, and the word sends electricity straight to my core.
"Ours," Asher corrects, appearing at my other side. His hands find my waist, spanning wide, and when I turn to look at him, his eyes are dark with want. "All of ours."
"That's right," Trent says from behind me, his chest pressing against my back, his arms coming around to cage me between all three of them. "No more sharing, no more taking turns. You're ours now, completely."
The barn suddenly feels too small, the air too thick. I'm surrounded by hard muscle and calloused handsand the scent of three different men who've just been given permission to take everything they want.
"Here?" I ask, laughing. The horses must be getting used to this.
"Right here," Gavin says, already working at the buttons of my shirt. "Right now. Can't wait another goddamn second."
They strip me with efficient hands, each piece of clothing disappearing until I'm standing naked in the middle of the barn, surrounded by three fully clothed cowboys who are looking at me like I'm everything they ever wanted.
"Beautiful," Asher breathes, his hands skimming over my ribs, my waist, the curve of my hip. "So fucking beautiful."
"Our turn," Gavin says, and then they're undressing themselves, belts hitting the floor, shirts disappearing, jeans being kicked aside until we're all skin and heat and desperate need.
"How do you want this?" Trent asks, his voice strained with control that's hanging by a thread.
"I want all of you," I say, echoing my earlier words. "At the same time. I want to feel owned, claimed, completely surrounded by you."
