Page 62 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy (Wild Hearts Ranch #1)

“Don’t you dare,” Cash growls, biting at my shoulder. “She’s not done with us yet.”

Walker thrusts as Cash drives in behind, Ridge letting me take him deeper at my own pace. My body is fire, nerves overloaded, every sensation spiraling me higher.

And the worst part? I want more, and harder.

“So damn beautiful,” Walker says, staring at me. “Never seen anything more perfect than you fucking us.”

Their rhythm builds with every thrust of their cocks. Grunts, growls, moans, the song is just perfect, and that earlier pain has softened, replaced by an excitement that overrides everything. It’s hypnotic and all-encompassing.

Cash’s fingers circle my clit, and the pressure detonates inside me like wildfire. That’s when an orgasm rips through me, sharp and bright, my cry muffled around Ridge as I convulse helplessly between them.

I barely come down before they push me higher again, Walker’s pace unrelenting beneath me, Cash grinding into me from behind, Ridge’s grip tightening in my hair as he feeds me his cock.

I can’t tell where one sensation ends and the next begins; it all blends into a feverish haze that has me sobbing with pleasure, clawing for more even as I climax again.

Walker’s knot swells first, catching at my entrance before driving deep.

The lock steals my breath, a brutal, exquisite stretch that feels like surrender and possession all at once.

He groans against my neck as he cranes his head up more, his mouth hot and claiming on my skin as he buries himself to the hilt. Then he’s pumping his cum into me.

Cash follows, his thrusts growing shorter, rougher, until his knot catches too.

The pressure of being stretched in both places nearly undoes me, so full I don’t know how my body takes it, only that it does and that the sensation tilts me into delirium.

He buries his face in the back of my neck as he sinks home, his growl vibrating through my spine, his seed flooding me.

Pinned between them, my body clenches and spasms, the intensity tipping me into another orgasm that feels like a free fall.

I groan around Ridge, trembling so violently I think I’ll come apart entirely.

It’s also when Ridge growls and I sense his cock pulsing in my mouth, then he’s coming, and I’m working my throat to swallow him. To take all of him.

Ridge finally pulls free of my mouth, eyes burning down at me while I gasp for air. His hand stays in my hair, steadying me, guiding me through the storm as though he knows I’ve gone beyond thought into pure sensation.

Every nerve feels stripped bare. I float in the heat of them, suspended between the knots locking me tight and the weight of Ridge’s body hovering close, the three of them surrounding me until there’s no escape, no air, no self. Only us.

Ridge lowers his mouth to the softness just below my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin. His teeth graze the spot before he sinks them deep, claiming me with a growl that vibrates through my bones. My gasp turns to a cry, sharp and shattering, as pleasure lances through the pain.

Walker’s lips follow the curve just above my collarbone, his teeth snapping in a warning growl before he bites hard, sealing his mark. My body jerks around him, the sting sparking through the haze of heat until I’m shaking, trapped on his knot and begging for more.

Cash claims the other side of my neck, his bite deliberate, drawn out, his tongue soothing the wound even as his teeth lock down until tears blur my vision. “Ours.”

Three sets of teeth, three burning marks. My body thrums with it, tethered by more than knots now. Their scents mix with mine, binding me in a way deeper than flesh, deeper than bone.

Cash shifts carefully, rolling us onto our sides. I’m still impaled on Walker and Cash, every pulse of them inside me sending aftershocks through my oversensitized body. Ridge stretches out beside Walker, fingers reaching over him and tracing my arm, all of us gasping for air.

I’m overwhelmed, marked, filled, owned, and it’s bliss. I never imagined possession could feel like floating.

I’m sprawled between them in a messy tangle of limbs and heartbeats. My throat is raw from moaning, my skin painted with their marks, but my body continues to hum with want.

“God,” I pant, still trembling. “That was—I don’t even have the word for it. But my body is already sparking again. Does that make me broken?”

Walker’s lips graze the mark he left on my neck, his voice warm against my skin. “Makes you ours. Heat’s got nothing on how good you feel and taste right now.”

“Not broken,” Cash says from behind me, voice gravel-edged and steady. “Just greedy. Which happens to be my favorite thing about you.”

Ridge leans in, brushing hair from my cheek with the back of his knuckles. His gaze softens in a way that always melts me. “Greedy works. We’ll match you, however long it takes.”

Walker huffs a laugh, half wicked, half tender. “ Could be days, darlin’. You sure you can handle three cowboys determined to ruin you?”

“Try a week,” Cash adds, tone low and matter-of-fact.

My breath catches. “A week? You’re kidding. I’ll end up crawling out of this bed in pieces. And the rodeo?—”

“Rodeo can burn for all I care,” Walker cuts in, fierce. “You’re first. Always.”

Ridge’s hand finds mine, lacing our fingers. “We’ll figure out the rest. You’re not carrying that weight alone.”

Cash presses a kiss between my shoulder blades. “Right now, you worry about this.” His hand slides down my belly in emphasis. “The rest can wait.”

My throat tightens. “You don’t get it—I love this ranch. I love you. All of you. I’m terrified I’ll lose both.”

Walker’s lips press against mine, his words hot and certain: “You’re not losing us. You’re stuck with us. And fuck, I love you so much too.”

“Forever, I love you,” Ridge says simply. No drama, no hesitation, just truth.

Cash tilts my head back against his chest, his eyes burning into mine. “Storm, fire, stampede, we go through it together, my Omega. Love you so much.”

Emotion swells until I can barely breathe.

Walker smiles against my mouth.

Ridge’s thumb strokes my palm like he’s memorizing me.

Every thump of Cash’s heartbeat syncs with mine .

Walker groans low, his knot swelling harder, pressing me full until I swear there’s no part of me left untouched. “Hell, darlin’,” he rasps, forehead slick against mine. “You’re gonna keep us trapped here all day and night.”

I laugh, shaky, raw, already trembling from how much they’ve wrung from me. “And that’s… a problem?”

Cash answers with a rough chuckle that vibrates against my skin. “Not for me. Feels like heaven. Just means round two’s already started, whether you realize it or not.”

The thought alone has me clenching, my body desperate, answering him without words.

Walker shifts his hips just enough to make me gasp, the thick swell of his knot grinding deeper. “See that? Ready again,” he adds with a grin, though the sweat dripping down his temple betrays just how much this is wrecking him too.

“Brag later,” I manage, my voice a hoarse whisper, rolling my hips despite the ache, the impossible stretch. “Prove it.”

Ridge smirks, leaning over Walker to move toward me, his hand tangled in my hair as he closes in, lips brushing my ear. “Careful, gorgeous. You tempt us like this, and we’ll never leave this room.”

My pulse skitters, my body answering before my mouth can. “Good,” I breathe, desperate and delirious. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. ”

And they don’t. Not for minutes. Not for hours. Not until time itself loses meaning and the edges of the world dissolve, leaving only the weight of them, the unrelenting knots binding me to them.

Because this isn’t just biology or heat—it’s us.

If this is what heat is, then I never want it to end.