Page 41 of My Cowboy Trouble
"I think she did, Asher."
"Hot."
"You two can discuss it, or you can get over here," she says, then gasps as Gavin does something with his hands that makes her back arch. "Fuck, okay, that's... do that again."
Watching her with Gavin should feel wrong. Should make me want to pull her away, claim her for myself. Instead, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. The way she moves above him, the sounds she makes, the way Gavin watches her like she's a miracle. His hands spanher waist, guiding her rhythm, and she throws her head back, hair cascading down her back.
Asher joins them on the bed, his mouth finding her neck, her shoulder, anywhere he can reach. His hands tangle with Gavin's at her hips, and instead of competing, they're working together, reading her responses, adjusting to what makes her gasp and moan.
She reaches for me, pulling me close enough to kiss, and the taste of her mixed with the sight of them is almost too much. Her tongue traces my lips, demanding entry, demanding everything.
"Still overthinking?" she asks against my mouth, breathless.
"No."
"Liar." But she's smiling. "Gavin, switch."
They move with surprising coordination, and then Asher's under her, his hands gripping her hips as she sets the pace. Gavin's beside them now, his mouth on her breast, and the sound she makes goes straight through me.
"Trent." She looks at me, eyes dark and wanting. "Stop watching and start participating."
"I'm participating."
"Barely." She reaches for me again, pulling me onto the bed. "I want all of you. At once. Think you can handle that?"
"Can you?" Gavin challenges, his hand tangling in her hair.
She grins, that sharp, dangerous smile that means trouble. "Only one way to find out."
She takes control completely, positioning us where she wants us, when she wants us. It should be awkward, figuring out the logistics of four people, but somehow she makes it work. Makes it fucking hot.
"Asher, here," she directs, raising her ass in the air so he can take her from behind. "Gavin, will you rub me… here? Yes, just like that."
I watch her face as she loses herself in sensation, the way her eyes flutter closed, then snap open to look at one of us with intense focus. The way she bites her lip when something feels particularly good, then releases it to give more instructions. She's beautiful like this, uninhibited and demanding.
"Trent, I need you closer," she says, pulling me in. "Want to feel you."
I move in front of her and offer my cock. As she takes it into her mouth, my hands find her breasts again, and she arches, bouncing back and forth between Asher and me.
"God, yes," she breathes when she releases me. "Just like that."
Gavin's beside us, his mouth on her neck, her shoulder, whispering things in her ear that make her laugh, then moan. The heat of so many bodies, the tangle of limbs, the sounds she's making—it's awesome in the best way.
"You're all so different," she gasps, her handreaching back to tangle in my hair. "Gavin's all fire and showing off, Asher's slow and deliberate, and Trent..." She looks at me. "You're intense. Controlled. Until you're not."
"Is that a challenge?" I ask.
"Everything's a challenge with me. Haven't you figured that out yet?"
I pinch her nipples hard, and she cries out, her whole body shuddering. Asher groans behind her, and Gavin's hand grips her hair, pulling her head back.
"Fuck, me," she demands.
Asher drives deep inside her one more time, and she comes apart, taking him with her. But she's not done. Not even close.
"Switch," she commands, though her voice is shaky now. "Trent..."
Asher pulls out and Kenzie pulls me down onto the bed, pushing me onto my back with surprising strength. "My turn to drive you crazy."
