Page 91 of My Cowboy Trouble
"It's Kenzie," I correct around him, and he laughs.
"Your mouth, Kenzie. Fuck."
We find a rhythm, moving together like we were meant to. Trent thrusting up into me while Asher moves behind me, while I work Gavin with my mouth and hands. It's chaotic and perfect and just… everything. I'm dazed by sensation and when I go to push the sweaty hair off my face, I am clumsy and can't manage. I laugh, even though my mouth is full of Gavin.
"You're incredible," Asher pants, his hands gripping my hips. "So fucking incredible."
"Look at you," Trent says, his eyes dark with want. "Taking all of us. Made for this."
The praise goes straight to my head and then to my core. I am powerful and desired and completely alive. I build toward another orgasm, that familiar tension coiling tighter and tighter.
"Close," I gasp, releasing from Gavin for a momentso I can buck my head. Hair and perspiration fly around me. "So close."
"Come for us," Trent demands, his thumb finding my clit again. "Let us feel you."
"Come on, darlin'," Asher adds, remaining gentle but entering me a little more deeply. "Let go."
When I finally break, it's with a cry that probably wakes every animal on the ranch. The orgasm crashes over me in waves so intense I see stars, my body clenching around both Trent and Asher.
They follow quickly—Trent first, his back arching as he empties into me, then Asher with a groan that's part pleasure, part relief. Gavin is last, spilling into my mouth with an ear-splitting holler.
We collapse into a tangle of limbs and satisfied sighs, all breathing hard. I'm sprawled across Trent's chest, with Asher curved around my back and Gavin stroking my hair.
"That was..." I start, then trail off.
"Amazing," Gavin finishes.
"Incredible," Asher adds.
"Perfect," Trent says quietly, his arms tightening around me.
For a moment, we just lie there, basking in the afterglow. But then reality starts to creep back in. Damn reality. The fact that we're naked in a tack room in the middle of the day. The fact that anyone could walk in. The fact that this complicates everything in ways I'm not sure any of us are ready to deal with.
But more than that, there's something else bothering me. Something I need to tackle before we get dressed and pretend this is normal.
"Can I say something?" I ask, sitting up slightly.
"Anything," Trent says.
"This whole competition thing you three have going on? It's exhausting." I look between them, noting the way they suddenly can't quite meet each other's eyes. "The jealousy, the one-upmanship, the way you keep score of who gets to touch me when, it needs to stop."
Seriously. So juvenile.
"We don't—" Gavin starts.
"You do. You absolutely do. Trent's been brooding because he thinks I chose you and Asher over him. You and Asher keep pushing his buttons because you know exactly how to get under his skin. And all of you act like I'm some prize to be won instead of a person making her own choices."
The silence that follows is deafening.
"She's right," Asher says finally. "We have been acting like idiots."
"Speak for yourself," Gavin mutters, but there's no heat in it.
"I'm speaking for all of us," Asher corrects. "Including you. We've been so busy trying to one-up each other that we forgot what actually matters."
"Which is?" Trent asks, though his voice suggests he already knows.
"Her," Asher says simply. "What she wants. What makes her happy."
