Page 29 of My Cowboy Trouble (The Cowboy Romantic Comedies #1)

KENZIE

The air in the tack room is electric, charged with tension that's been building for days. All three of my men—did I really just call them my 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."

"It's been two days," I gasp as Asher's hands slide under my tank top, finding bare skin.

"Two days too long," Trent growls against my mouth before capturing it again.

They're everywhere at once—hands and mouths and bodies pressing against me from all sides. It should feel overwhelming but instead, feels like coming home. Like this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.

"Too many clothes," Asher observes, tugging at my shirt. "Way too many clothes."

"Agreed," Gavin says, already working the buttons of my jeans. "Though I have to say, you look damn good in Trent's shirt."

"Is that what this is?" I look down at the flannel I threw on this morning. "I just grabbed the first thing I could find."

"It's mine," Trent confirms, and there's something possessive in his voice that sends heat straight to my core. "You can keep it. "

"Generous of you," I tease, but my breath hitches as Gavin's fingers work my zipper.

"I'm feeling generous," Trent says, his hands joining the effort to undress me. "Today."

Within moments, my clothes are gone, tossed carelessly aside. I should feel exposed, vulnerable, standing naked in a tack room in the middle of the day. Instead, I feel powerful. The way the guys are looking at me—like I'm a goddess, like I'm everything they've ever wanted.

"Beautiful," Asher breathes, his hands skimming over my ribs. "So fucking beautiful."

"Your turn," I tell them, tugging at Trent's shirt. "Fair's fair."

They comply quickly, efficiently, until we're all skin and heat and desperate need.

The tack room suddenly feels too small, the air too thick, but I don't care.

All I care about is this—them, us, the way Gavin's hands feel on my hips, the way Asher's mouth tastes when he kisses me, the way Trent looks at me like I'm his salvation.

"How do you want this?" Trent asks, his voice strained with control that's hanging by a thread.

"I want all of you," I repeat. "At the same time.”

"Christ, Kenzie," Gavin groans. "You're trying to kill us."

"Is that a no?"

"That's a hell yes," Asher says, positioning himself behind me. "But we need to be careful. Make sure you're ready."

They take their time preparing me, hands and mouths working in perfect synchronization. Asher's fingers slide into me from behind while Trent's thumb finds my clit, and Gavin's mouth is on my breasts, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to die from sensation overload.

"Please," I gasp when I can't take any more teasing. "I need you.”

They position me carefully—Trent lying on a horse blanket they've spread on the floor, me straddling him, sinking down onto him with a moan that echoes off the walls. He fills me completely, stretching me in the best way.

"Fuck, you feel good," he breathes, his hands gripping my hips. "So perfect."

Asher moves behind me, his hands gentle as he tickles my behind with his wet finger. "You sure about this, darlin'?"

"Yes," I breathe. "God, yes." I've always wanted to do this. And with these guys? It's like the universe is answering my prayers.

He slowly enters me from behind, and I cry out at the sensation. It's intense, overwhelming, the feeling of being so completely filled. For a moment, none of us move, just breathing hard and adjusting to the sensation.

"Okay?" Trent asks, his eyes searching my face .

"More than okay," I grunt.

That's when Gavin moves to my side, his cock at the perfect height for my mouth. I look up at him, meeting his eyes as I take him in, and the groan he lets out is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. And the precum he gives me?

Divine.

"Jesus Christ," he gasps, his hand tangling in my hair. "Your mouth, princess?—"

"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 moment so 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."

"And what makes me happy," I tell them, "is all of you. Together. Not competing with each other but working together. Can you do that?"

They exchange glances, some kind of silent communication happening that I can't quite read. But that's okay. These guys have been together long enough to understand each other.

"We can try," Trent says finally.

"We can do better than try," Gavin adds, his hand finding mine. "We can actually do it."

"Good," I say, settling back down against Trent's chest. "Because I'm not going anywhere, and I refuse to spend the next however many days mediating your testosterone-fueled pissing contests."

"However many days?" Asher asks, and there's something careful in his voice. "Have we finally stopped counting?"

"Until the thirty days are up," I clarify, though the words feel strange in my mouth. Is it twenty days or ten days? I've lost track, but I remember when it used to feel like forever. Now it feels like no time at all.

"Right," Trent says, but his arms tighten around me.

We should probably get up. Get dressed. Get back to work. But none of us seems inclined to move, and I'm not about to be the one to break this moment.

Because this—lying here with all three of them, feeling completely satisfied and utterly content—this is what happiness feels like. And I'm not ready to let it go.

Not yet.

Two hours later, I'm standing in the yard arguing with a delivery driver who apparently thinks "prepayment" means "I get to hold your feed hostage until someone produces a credit card."