Page 32 of Cowboys Next Door

“Oh, fuck!” Connor groans, falling forward to splay his hands on the countertop. Eli’s palms grip me upward, and I try to cry out as he suctions onto my clit, his tongue working into little flicks.

My back arches higher, a clear orgasm en route, but I can’t warn Eli with Connor locked so thoroughly in my mouth.

Hot streams of heat surge through me, and I jump as two fingers slide inside me to greet the flow of my climax, the walls of my pussy closing around Eli’s skilled fingers.

My eyes pop wide as my hips are pulled down, my body swung around, so I’m now bent over the counter, and my thighs are once again spread wide. Connor hops up on the counter and kneels in front of me, his cock fully tumescent and ready for more.

The tip of Eli’s head prodding at my center elicits a gasp out of me, parting my lips enough to allow for Connor’s dick again.

Instantly, my hands are around the base of his shaft, my heart pounding through my throat as Eli’s fingers dig into the tender flesh of my hips.

“Oh, you’re so tight,” he mutters from behind me, the words only making me wetter.

Connor’s strong hands wrap my hair away from my face, gently guiding me around his shaft as Eli lets loose behind me. His girth and length paralyze me at first, the strength of his plunges unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

This is better than I could have ever imagined, and I’m here for it, all of it, and wanting more.

I feel like I’m floating above the kitchen, a million sensations race through me, none of them tangible enough to hold.

Eli’s hot breath on my back drives me toward another climax, my interior walls again clenching against his massive unit. He groans with pleasure, his hand slipping along the cleft in my thighs to stroke and play with my clit.

Connor plunges deeper into me, until I can barely breathe, his own cock so hard, it feels like a solid boulder in my mouth.

“I’m going to come down your throat, Rose,” Connor tells me, matter-of-factly, and his words bring me over the edge. I nod, giving him permission, as I simultaneously spill my release over Eli, and he groans again, his thrusts so hard now, my breath is stolen.

Hot shooting streaks fill my mouth, trickling down my throat as Connor’s hands tighten in my hair. Less than ten seconds later, my core is heated with the same searing seed through loud, shuddering grunts of pleasure.

In a crumpled pile, we all spill over the countertop, struggling to breathe and cool, relishing the cold of the marble tile.

“I really like this kitchen,” I gasp between shuddering breaths, and Connor bursts into laughter.

CHAPTER11

Rose

Ibarely recall how we got into Connor’s living room, but I find myself wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, sitting on a plush couch, one of his dogs licking my bare toes.

Absently, I reach down to pet his head, and the Golden’s tail wags happily.

“Leave her alone, Bounce,” Connor orders the dog, but I shake my head.

“He’s fine,” I insist, patting the spot beside me on the sofa as Connor settles into his wing chair in front of me.

Eli paces around the living room, his pants already on, his beer in hand again. I wonder if he regrets what we’ve just done, but he doesn’t meet my eyes.

“What’s MVP?” I ask, and both men stare at me.

“What?” Connor laughs.

“You asked if I was working for them. You basically accused me of being a spy,” I say flatly. “Who is MVP? What is it?”

He and Eli exchange a glance, and I feel my jaw twitch. It is clear our experience together hasn’t changed their suspicion of me. My heart sinks slightly at the realization.

The sex really was just a ploy to shut me up.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll ask my grandmother,” I inform them honestly.

“Don’t upset Katherine,” Eli grumbles.

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