Page 16 of Claimed By the Cowboys

“He’s in,” I assure him.

“We don’t know that.”

Dalton stomps into the house, the door creaking open behind him. He looks at the two of us, his eyebrows raised.

“Yes,” is all he says.

I give Brent a triumphant grin. “Fuck yeah.”

“What’s Piper doing?” Brent asks Dalton.

“Two seconds from crying,” Dalton mutters.

Shit. All of my glee disappears. “We have to get her in here. She doesn’t need to cry…”

“Fine. We’ll do it. But we need some rules,” Brent says.

Dalton rolls his eyes. “That’s stupid.”

“We’ll take things at Piper’s pace. She’s always set it before. Seems right for her to set it now.”

Brent looks at Dalton, who nods. Finally, he sighs.

“Get her out of the fucking truck,” he rasps.

Ten minutes later, a somewhat wobbly Piper is sitting at the kitchen table, eating the chicken that I painstakingly heatedback up. We haven’t told her our decision yet, mostly because she absolutely got out of the truck more than a little drunk.

No one wants her to hear the decision unless she’s sober. So, we wait.

It’s definitely weird to have all three of us stare at her while she eats. But. On the other hand, she kind of moans when she gets to a spot that tastes good. Which is a lot of it, because I’m a goddamn great chef. And listening to her moan over my food is getting me really, really fucking hyped for this.

She’s ours. She’s finally fucking ours.

At last, Piper sits back and closes her eyes. “Tate. That was incredible.”

“I know.” I smile.

She cracks an eye open. “I love it when you’re humble.”

“No point, baby. I’m as good as it gets,” I tease.

The words bring a tiny smile out of her, which makes my chest relax just a little bit more.

Piper sighs and looks around the room. “Listen, I’ll just sleep on the couch until I’m sober enough to drive home?—”

“You’ll stay here,” Brent interrupts her.

I give him a look. “What this asshole is trying to say is that it’s not a big deal, Piper. You can stay here tonight if you need to.”

She wrinkles her nose, and the gesture is absolutely fucking adorable. “I don’t want to bother you, especially if you’re deciding on… what I said.”

I look at Brent and Dalton. Neither of them stops me, so I lean forward and take Piper’s hand. “Piper. I speak for all of us when I say that it would be fucking amazing to help you have a baby.”

Piper’s eyes go round. Her pretty pink lips part, and a whole new host of fantasies shoots through my mind.

“You… you will?”

“Of course. I’m honored that you’d ask me. That you’d askus.”I gesture to the guys. “Whatever you need. Whatever you want. We’ll do it.”

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