Page 41 of My Cowboy Trouble (The Cowboy Romantic Comedies #1)

They move with practiced efficiency, like they've been planning this moment. Trent spreads his shirt on the hay bales, creating a makeshift bed. Asher's hands are gentle as he guides me down, but there's nothing gentle about the way he's looking at me.

"You sure about this?" he asks, settling beside me.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

That's all the permission they need.

Gavin's mouth finds my breasts while Asher claims my lips, and Trent's hands map the length of my legs, spreading them wide. I'm drowning in sensation, in the feeling of being completely surrounded, completely theirs.

"So wet for us," Trent murmurs, his fingers finding my core, stroking until I'm arching off the makeshift bed. "So ready."

"Please," I gasp against Asher's mouth. "I need?—"

"We know what you need," Gavin says, positioning himself between my thighs. "We're going to give you everything."

When he enters me, I cry out, my back arching. He fills me completely, stretching me wide, and for a moment, we're all still, just breathing hard.

"More," I whisper. "I want more."

Asher moves to position himself at my head while Trent works to prepare me for what comes next. His fingers are patient, gentle, working me open until I'm desperate with need.

"Now," I demand. "Please, now."

He flips me so I'm on top of him, and Trent positions himself behind me. When he joins Gavin inside me, the sensation is overwhelming. Full doesn't begin to cover it. I feel claimed, possessed, completely owned by these three men who've just been given permission to take everything they want.

"That's it," Gavin pants, his movements careful despite the strain I can see in his face. "Take all of us. Every fucking inch."

Asher guides himself to my mouth, and I take him eagerly, wanting to be connected to all of them at once. The taste of him on my tongue while Gavin and Trent move inside me is intoxicating, overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Look at you," Asher groans, his hand tangling in my hair. "Taking all of us so perfectly. Like you were made for this."

"Made for us," Trent corrects, his voice rough with strain.

They find a rhythm, careful and coordinated, each movement designed to bring me closer to my edge. I'm surrounded, filled, and claimed.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Gavin growls, his thumb finding my clit. "So perfect around us."

"Come for us," Trent demands, his movements becoming more urgent. "Fall apart for us."

An orgasm hits me like a freight train, ripping through me with an intensity that leaves me seeing stars. I come apart completely, my body clenching around both Gavin and Trent while I suck Asher's cock.

They follow me over the edge one by one. Gavin first with a shout that echoes through the barn, then Trent with a groan that sounds like relief. Then Asher shouting my name, until we're all collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and hard breathing.

"Holy shit," I say when I can finally speak.

"You can say that again," Gavin pants, his head on my shoulder.

"Best decision you ever made," Asher adds, pressing a kiss to my temple.

"Best decision we ever made," Trent corrects.

We lie there for a long time, just breathing, just being. Connected in every way that matters, no longer pretending that what we have is anything other than exactly what it is.

"No going back," I say quietly.

"No going back," they agree.

And lying there in the barn, surrounded by the men I love, I know I wouldn't want to go back even if I could. This is messy and complicated and completely unconventional.

And so perfect.

Three hours later, we're in town for supplies, and I'm trying very hard not to think about hay in uncomfortable places or the fact that I can still feel all three of them.

We're walking down Main Street like a small parade with me in the middle, flanked by three cowboys who can't seem to stop touching me in small ways.

A hand on my back here, fingers brushing mine there, the kind of casual contact that speaks of possession and contentment.

"You're all being very obvious," I murmur as we approach the feedstore.

"Good," Gavin says, his hand finding the small of my back. "Want everyone to know you're taken."

"Thoroughly taken," Asher adds with a grin that makes my cheeks turn pink.

"By all of us," Trent finishes, like he wants to make sure there's no confusion about the arrangement.

I'm about to tell them they're ridiculous when I hear a familiar cackle from across the street.

"Well, well, well! Look what the cat dragged in!"

Clara Mae is standing outside the post office, hands on her hips, like the town bigmouth she is. She marches across the street with the determination of a woman on a mission, and I instinctively move closer to Trent.

"Here we go," Asher mutters.

But instead of the confrontation I'm expecting, Clara Mae stops in front of us with the biggest smile I've seen on her face since I arrived in town.

"About damn time!" she announces, loud enough for half the street to hear. "I was starting to think you boys were never going to get your act together."

"Clara Mae," Trent says carefully.

"Don't you 'Clara Mae' me, Trent Mercer. The whole town's been watching this dance for weeks, waiting for y'all to stop being idiots and figure out what was right in front of your faces."

I blink at her. "The whole town?"

"Honey, you think we didn't notice the way these three have been circling you like wolves since the day you arrived?

The way you light up around them? The way they all went to pieces when you ran off yesterday?

" She waves a dismissive hand. "Please. We might live in a small town, but we're not blind. "

"But the bet—" I start.

"The bet was stupid boy nonsense that everyone knew would end the minute one of them caught feelings.

Which I imagined happened about five minutes after you arrived.

" Clara Mae looks between the four of us with satisfaction.

"Besides, half the town had side bets on when you'd finally make it official. "

"Side bets?" Gavin asks.

"Oh yes. Darla won fifty dollars betting it would happen before the month was up. I said it would take longer because y'all are stubborn as mules, but I'm happy to be wrong." She beams at us like we're her personal achievement. "The important thing is you figured it out."

"So the town doesn't think..." I trail off, not sure how to finish that sentence.

"Think what? That you're a smart woman who landed herself three good men and a ranch?

Honey, half the single women in the county are plotting to poison your coffee.

" Clara Mae laughs at my expression. "Oh, don't look so shocked.

You think Mrs. Patterson runs her mouth because she disapproves?

She's been telling everyone how well you've fit in, how hard you work, how those boys have been happier in the past month than they've been since John Mercer died. "

"Really?"

"Really. You've been good for them, and them for you. Anyone with eyes can see it." She pats my arm with surprising gentleness. "Besides, unconventional doesn't mean wrong. Just means interesting. And Lord knows this town could use more interesting."

"So everyone's okay with... this?" I gesture vaguely at the four of us.

"Honey, as long as y'all are happy and not causing problems for anyone else, nobody cares what you do behind closed doors. Well, except for old Mrs. Hendricks, but she disapproves of everything on principle." Clara Mae winks. "’Course, now that it's official, I expect an invitation to the wedding."

"Wedding?" all four of us say at the same time.

"Oh, don't look so panicked. I don't mean tomorrow. But eventually. A woman doesn't commit to three cowboys and a ranch without making it legal somehow." She starts walking away, then turns back. "And when you do, I want to plan the reception. Gonna be the social event of the decade! "

She disappears into the post office, leaving the four of us standing on the sidewalk in stunned silence.

"Did she just..." I start.

"Give us her blessing and volunteer to plan our wedding?" Asher finishes. "Yeah."

"All our weddings," Gavin corrects with a grin. "Gonna be complicated."

"Everything with us is complicated," Trent points out. "Why should marriage be different?"

"Marriage," I repeat, testing the word. "Is that something we're thinking about?"

"Eventually," Trent says carefully. "If that's something you want."

"All of us?" I ask.

"All of us," they confirm.

I look at these three impossible men who've turned my entire world upside down, who've made me want things I didn't even know were possible, who've given me a life I never could have imagined.

"Yeah," I say finally. "Eventually."

"But not today," Gavin says quickly.

"Definitely not today and not any time soon," I agree. "Today, I just want to get used to the idea that the whole town isn't scandalized by our relationship."

"The whole town thinks we're lucky bastards," Asher says. "And they're right."

As we continue down the street, I notice the looks we're getting from other townspeople.

Not scandalized stares or disapproving glares, but smiles and nods and the kind of acknowledgment that says we're accepted here.

That this crazy arrangement of ours is just another part of the fabric of small-town life.

"I think I'm going to like it here," I say.

"Good," Trent says, "because you're stuck with us now."

"All of us," Gavin adds.

"Forever," Asher finishes.

And walking down Main Street with three cowboys who love me and a whole town that accepts us, I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be stuck.