Page 89 of My Cowboy Trouble
What do I want? I want to stop being the responsible one for five minutes. I want to stop thinking about consequences and tomorrow and all the reasons this is a bad idea. I want to take what's being offered and deal with the aftermath later.
I want her. All of her. Every way I can have her.
"I want," I say slowly, my voice rough with honesty, "to stop fighting this."
The words hang in the air between us, and for amoment, nobody moves. Then Gavin grins, that slow, dangerous smile that usually means trouble.
"Well," he says, his hands finding Kenzie's waist, "Trent’s finally making sense."
Asher moves to her other side, and suddenly she's bracketed between them, and they're all looking at me like I'm the final piece of a puzzle.
"Trent," Kenzie says, extending her hand toward me. "Come here."
And for the first time in twenty-four hours, I stop thinking and start feeling. I cross the small space between us, taking her hand, letting her pull me closer until we're all standing together in the middle of the tack room, the air heavy with possibility and want and everything we've been pretending we don't need.
"Now what?" I ask, surprised by how rough my voice sounds.
"Now," Gavin says, his hand sliding up Kenzie's side, "we stop pretending and start taking what we want."
"What we all want," Asher corrects, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw.
"What do you want, Kenzie?" I ask, because even in this, even when I'm losing control, I need to know she's sure. Need to know this isn't just me being selfish again.
She looks at each of us in turn, her eyes dark with want.
"I want all of you," she says simply. "I want this. I want us."
"Then you've got us," I tell her, meaning it more than I've ever meant anything. "All of us. Whatever this is, wherever it goes."
"Even if it's complicated?" she asks.
"Especially because it's complicated," Gavin says with a grin. "The best things always are."
Maybe, for once in my life, I can stop being afraid of wanting something and just let myself have it.
Even if it destroys me.
Even if it saves me.
Even if it changes everything.
13
KENZIE
The airin the tack room is electric, charged with tension that's been building for days. All three of my men—did I really just call themmy men?— are looking at me like I'm something they want to devour, and honestly? I'm ready to be devoured.
"I want all of you," I say, meaning every word.
"Then you've got us," Trent tells me, his voice rough, a sign of things to come. "All of us. Whatever this is, wherever it goes."
As he leans down to kiss me, with Asher’s and Gavin's hands already on my body, something inside me snaps. Not breaks—but snaps into place. Like all the pieces of a puzzle suddenly fitting together.
But then Trent's mouth is on mine, and I stop thinking entirely.
His kiss is different this time. Less controlled, more desperate. Like he's finally stopped fighting what he wants and decided to take it. His hands frame my face, angling my head so he can deepen the kiss, and I melt into him.
"God, this is nice," Gavin murmurs against my neck, his lips finding that spot just below my ear that makes me shiver. "Missed you."
