Page 60 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy (Wild Hearts Ranch #1)

SOPHIA

T he air in my bedroom is thick with need, heavy like the moments before a thunderstorm. My three cowboys stand before me, shirtless in just their jeans, and the sight is mesmerizing. The sunlight streaming through the windows turns their skin golden, highlighting every muscle.

Ridge’s auburn hair falls across his shoulders, his green eyes dark with promise.

Walker’s chest rises and falls steadily, but I spot the tension in his jaw, the way his hands flex at his sides.

Cash leans against my dresser, trying for casual, but the bulge in his jeans and the way his eyes track my every movement betray his need.

The heat is consuming me from the inside out, each wave stronger than the last. My skin feels too tight, too hot, like I might burst from the pressure building inside me. The towel wrapped around me is damp with sweat, clinging to my overheated skin.

“Please,” I whisper, breaking on the single word. “I need… God, I need…”

“What’s that, darlin’?” Walker asks, taking a step closer. “Tell us.”

“Keep your cowboy hats on. I need… I need my cowboys. Need to see you as you are.”

They exchange glances, and despite the intensity of the moment, despite the heat raging through my body, soft chuckles escape them. The sound warms something in my chest even as another wave of need crashes through me.

“Now that’s a request I can handle,” Cash murmurs, reaching for his worn brown hat on the dresser. He settles it on his head, the brim shadowing his blue eyes.

Walker grabs his from where he must have placed it earlier on the bedpost. “Anything for our Omega,” he whispers, his voice dropping into that dark, velvet register that makes my thighs clench.

Ridge just reaches over to my nightstand, fingers brushing the brim of his black hat. He sets it lower on his head, angling it back so nothing blocks his view of me sprawled beneath him. The man looks like sin incarnate, every inch a cowboy carved out of desire and muscle.

“Anything else you crave?” Ridge asks, eyes locked on mine .

Emotion clogs my throat. “I missed you,” I confess, trembling fingers reaching for him. “Missed all of you. Even when you were gone just a few hours, it felt like pieces of me were missing.”

“We’re here now,” he promises. “Not letting go. Not again.” His head dips as he leans in closer to me, that hat tilting as if even it bows to the moment, and then his mouth claims mine.

The kiss is nothing like before. Ridge kisses me like he’s starved and I’m the only salvation left.

His tongue presses past my lips, tangling with mine, demanding and devastating.

Heat pours through me, and I moan into him, dragging him closer with my hand around his neck, like I can fuse us together if I just try hard enough.

His hand trails down my collarbone and lower still, tugging at the towel around me, unwrapping me.

He completely peels it back from my body, and the air is cool on my skin.

Yet he never breaks our kiss as his hand trails over the curve of my breasts, slow enough that my pulse stutters and my nipples tighten under the weight of his attention.

His fingers don’t just touch; they linger, tracing, teasing, making me feel bared in more ways than skin-deep.

By the time he reaches my stomach, I’m trembling. His fingers slide over the hair between my legs, and my thighs press together in reflex, but Ridge only growls low in his chest, that deep cowboy rumble that vibrates straight through me .

“Wider,” he orders against my mouth, then keeps kissing.

Heat floods me, shame and need colliding. I hesitate only a heartbeat before obeying, parting my legs.

“More, gorgeous,” he says, pushing at my inner thighs, spreading them further. Cash’s sharp inhale cuts through the room, and Walker is clearing his throat.

Ridge strokes the inside of my thigh, every pass closer, slower, until I’m nibbling on his lip.

My hips twitch toward him without permission, desperate and helpless, all while he kisses me, making it impossible for me to see Cash’s and Walker’s reactions.

But I know they’re there, watching, seeing it all.

“Already dripping for us,” Ridge murmurs, his thumb brushing the slick heat between my legs before slipping a finger through my soaked lips. He licks my mouth, and I take his tongue in, sucking on it, writhing at the attention.

When his fingers finally slide inside, it’s torturous, agonizingly slow, curling just enough to make me gasp, then withdrawing and pressing in again until my walls clench around him.

“Oh God—” My voice fractures, embarrassment lacing with raw pleasure as my body arches.

“Look at me,” Ridge commands. My eyes snap open, meeting his under the brim of that tilted hat. His stare pins me there mercilessly. “You love being spread out like this for us? Knowing they’re watching me finger you?”

My cheeks burn at the dirtiness of his words, but my body betrays me, more slick dripping out, thighs trembling as he pushes a second finger into me.

Walker swears under his breath. Cash’s groan is hoarse, broken. And I can’t stop, can’t hide, can’t be anything but his writhing, desperate Omega as Ridge plays me, slow, steady, relentless.

He finally drags his mouth from mine, his fingers sliding free from my body with a wet sound.

I whimper at the loss, but then he brings his hand to his lips, tongue flicking out to taste me.

His eyes stay locked on mine as he sucks his fingers clean, hungry, deliberate, like he’s savoring every drop.

The sight steals the air from my lungs. My legs stay spread wide on the bed, trembling, and I can’t even think to close them. My body is caught between shame and pure need, every nerve buzzing as if I’m still stretched around his fingers.

When I glance past Ridge, Cash and Walker are at the end of the bed, watching me like wolves about to jump me.

Cash’s grin is gone, replaced by something possessive, his chest rising and falling fast like he’s barely holding himself back.

Walker’s jaw is tight as if it’s taking everything he has not to climb onto the bed and claim me right now.

“Greedy little Omega,” Cash finally says, voice hoarse but laced with affection. “Don’t worry, sugar. We’re going to give you everything you desire.”

“Come here,” I plead, reaching for them with my free hand, still holding myself wide open for them. My voice cracks with desperation. “I must have all of you.”

They move together, Cash and Walker stepping closer while working at their belts and zippers, the metallic sound filling the room. My mouth waters, anticipation winding so tight it hurts.

“We’re yours,” Walker promises, shoving his jeans down. My breath stutters when I see him—thick and hard, the heavy length of his cock straining forward, the tip already glistening like he’s been waiting for this as long as I have.

“Forever,” Cash adds, following suit. His fingers are slower, more deliberate as he unbuckles, almost taunting me with every movement.

When his jeans and boxers drop, my vision swims. He’s impossibly big, jutting forward with a slight curve to the left, thick veins ridging the shaft in a way that makes my thighs press tighter together.

He catches my stare and smirks, like he knows exactly what kind of mess that sight is making me.

Next to me by the bed, Ridge pushes his belt loose and drags his jeans down as well, and I nearly choke on my breath, remembering very well the beast in his pants.

He’s large, though heavier at the base, the blunt head flushed a deep red, promising to stretch me in ways I can hardly imagine.

His hand curls around himself as if testing his own restraint, and his eyes flick up to mine with a heat that pins me in place.

Three men, three cocks, each different, each terrifyingly perfect, and all of them mine. My body clenches at the thought, slick heat dripping out as lust and desperation battle inside me.

“I was so wrong in my blog,” I whisper, staring between them with wide eyes. “You’re all… God, how am I supposed to—there’s no way I have enough room for all of them.”

Cash grins, wicked and sure. “You can take it. You were made for us, remember? Your body already knows what it needs.”

“What is it about cowboys being so fucking huge?” I mutter, half in awe, half panicked.

They all chuckle, the tension twisting tighter instead of breaking.

“Good breeding,” Walker admits, completely straight-faced, which only makes me choke out a helpless laugh.

“Plus all that time in the saddle,” Cash adds with a wink. “Builds stamina too.”

“Stop bragging and get over here,” I demand, the ache in my body erasing any hint of embarrassment.

“Bossy little thing,” Ridge rumbles, still smirking.

“Out of my way,” Cash growls, shoving Walker aside. “You’ve both had a taste. Now I’m going in first. I want her sweetness all over my face.”

My breath catches as he drops to his knees at the edge of the bed, tugging my thighs and dragging me toward him over the bed, then pushing my thighs over his broad shoulders.

The cowboy hat stays tilted low, shadowing his eyes, forcing my legs wider, and the sight of him between my legs in that damn hat sears itself into my memory forever.

“Cash, I?—”

“Shh, sugar. Let me take care of you.”

He uses his fingers to spread me open, his eyes grinning like he’s on his knees before some sacred altar. The air is cool on my skin, but his stare burns hotter than anything I’ve ever felt.

“So fucking pretty and pink,” he murmurs, and then his mouth is on me. The first stroke of his tongue has me jerking on the bed like I’ve been shocked.

“Oh God!” I cry, my fingers digging so hard into the blanket that I hear a seam pop.