Page 1 of Cowboy Triplets Next Door

CHAPTER 1

Billie

Twisting in my sheets until I was a sweaty, tangled mess, I groaned as my dream became even more real. Bodies moving, breaths panting, fingers dipping, the dream was so real I was wet without ever being touched. I woke for a hazy moment and squeezed my eyes shut to go back for more. The dream gods were on my side and I slipped under again.

Gray slides his shaft through my swollen, wet sex. He’s on his hands above me, hovering while staring at me with an intensity I’ve never seen on his face. He slowly thrusts inside and licks his lips. “You’re so wet for us, B.”

Us. Owen and Keaton appear over his shoulder, climbing onto my bed. They each take one of my hands and close it over their hard cocks. I stroke their velvet steel lengths and press my head into my pillow as Gray taps something deep inside me.

Gray leans down and kisses my jaw. “You’re such a good girl for us, Bumble B. You’re taking my cock like you were made for me.”

Keaton cups my breast and groans. “Made for us. She’s ours. Isn’t that right, B?”

I moan out loud and nod. “Yes! I belong to all of you.”

Gray suddenly pulls out and his smirk at the whimper I make is beyond sexy. “Hush, baby. I’m not leaving.”

I gasp as he flips me over and thrusts into me from behind. “Gray!”

He winds his hand through my hair and tilts my head back. “I love the way you scream my name.”

Owen moves to stand in front of me and his eyes burn into mine as he grips his shaft and presses it closer to my mouth. “Open for me, Bumble B. Open wide and take me deep.”

I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, eager to taste him. “Please.”

Gray growls. “I love the sound of you begging.”

Keaton reaches under me and toys with my clit. “You’re exactly where you belong. We’ll show you.”

I tossed and turned in my bed as the sound of my curtain whipping open in my room drew me out of my dream. I groaned and squeezed my pillow to my chest. I wasn’t done with my dream. I wanted more.

Owen drives his length into me from behind and I can feel the hay digging into my knees, leaving marks that will linger for hours. I love it. Keaton and Gray kneel in front of me, stroking themselves as they watch my breasts sway. Owen’s hand comes down on my ass and the resounding crack of the slap fills the barn. I cry out and clutch handfuls of straw in my fists.

“You like getting ridden like one of the horses, Bumble B? You like the way he’s fucking you hard and rough, riding you like an animal?” Keaton smirks and pushes two fingers into my mouth. “Maybe we need to get you a bit and a crop.”

I shiver and suck on his fingers. I want to beg for even more. I want them all in me. I crave the depravity. I just can’t tell them to give me their worst because I don’t know their worst.

“I love the way you’re always so hungry for something in your mouth.” Keaton nods at Gray. “Should we let her have our cocks?”

“Only if she begs.”

I open my mouth to do just that but a shrill sound fills the barn. I cling to the hay and desperately fight to ignore the sound. I’m so close. I just need a little more, just one more touch.

I woke with a start as my alarm blared through the bedroom. My sheets were stuck to my sweaty body and my heart was racing like I’d just run a mile. I sat up and slapped the top of the analog alarm to shut it off and by the time my feet touched the hardwood floor, the dream slammed into the front of my consciousness. I let out a whimper and gripped my head.

“What the hell was that?” My voice was loud in the silent house and it did nothing to soothe my panic.

Rushing to the bathroom, I stubbed my toe on the box of books Eve dropped off a few days earlier and swore as I hopped the rest of the way. Bent over the sink, I splashed my face with cold water and avoided eye contact with myself. The things which happened in that dream weren’t things I wanted to see reflected back at me. Not the things, the men. If any other men had starred in that dream, I would’ve woken up with a smile and stayed in bed for an extra few minutes to finish myself off.

The men in my dream, the men who’d become the bane of my existence, weren’t supposed to be anywhere near my brain, much less in it, starring in dirty dreams.

Gray, Owen, and Keaton Hellstone were monsters as far as I was concerned. I hated them. I would never beg them for anything, much less sex.

I took a quick shower to get the feeling of sweat off my body and then dressed for work. I did my best to keep that dream in the far recesses of my mind. If I ran into one of the brothers that morning, I didn’t want to be thinking about the things I’d dreamt of them doing to me.

That plan was useless, though, because by the time I made it to my front porch, I was already thinking of them, bending and twisting me to their wills. The dampness of my underwear just added insult to injury. I didn’t want anything like that dream. Never. My body was just confused.

I stomped across the property towards the barn, repeating in my head over and over again that I wasn’t going to think about the dream. I wasn’t going to worry about it, at all. I had work to do and I was going to focus on that. Work. Not the Hellstone triplets.

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