Page 59 of Claimed By the Cowboys

Brent growls. “How does she feel now?”

One of Tate’s hands slides down my front. I part my legs slightly, and Brent growls his approval.

“Did you wax for us, Piper?” he grunts.

I nod my head.Truth. I’m telling the truth.I did go the whole way into town to get a wax, knowing that I had them on the schedule.The fucking schedule.

We’re way beyond it. Out of the time that I’m ovulating. There’s no point in having sex right now… Except that I really, really want to.

Tate’s fingers slide inside me, and the obscene noise that echoes in Brent’s bedroom has all three of us panting.

“Fucking hell, Piper,” Tate groans into my neck. “You’re so wet for us, baby.”

“Do you want us, Piper?” Brent demands.

Again. All I can do is nod. I have lost the ability to speak. All I can do is feel.

“Show me how she was. Show me what it would have looked like if I walked in,” Brent says.

Keeping his fingers embedded in me, Tate walks me forward to the bed. He takes his hand from my center, and I whimper at the loss of his fingers. Tate makes a groaning sound, and when I look back, I can see him licking my moisture from his hands.

He looks at Brent. “Fuck me, brother. You need to taste her.”

Brent makes a pained noise. “Next time.”

Next time?The prospect of multiple rounds of this makes my skin feel tight and hot. I groan, and Tate presses his hand between my shoulder blades. However, instead of following exactly, I climb on the bed.

Brent pauses. “Piper?”

On my hands and knees, I look back at them.

“I said I wanted both of you,” I whisper.

They both move. I would honestly laugh at how quickly they position themselves. Behind me, Tate kneels, his thigh pushingmy legs apart, and in front of me, Brent positions himself so his engorged cock is right at the edge of my lips. It’s kind of cute, how quickly they got on the same page.

I look up at Brent. His eyes are hungry and dark. It looks like he’s shaking. Gently, I move one hand to where he’s jutting in front of me. When my fingers wrap around the smooth skin of him, his eyes roll back in his head.

“Piper,” he breathes. The word is reverent. It’s filled with worship. And it’s all the confirmation I need.

Slowly, I part my lips and take Brent into my mouth. He’s big, and I’m not quite able to fit him the whole way in, but I do my best.

Brent doesn’t seem to care. His hips are shaking. His hands come up to my face, pulling my hair back, and when I look up at him, he’s staring down at me.

“Fucking hell, Piper,” he whispers. “This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Behind me, I feel Tate slowly start to notch himself to my entrance.

I shut my eyes and moan. This feels so freaking good.

“Piper,” Tate says, the words strained. “You good?”

I would nod. But…

“I think she’s good,” Brent grunts.

Tate laughs a little, pressing in more. “Is your pretty mouth so full of Brent’s cock that you can’t talk?”

I don’t answer. But I do push my hips back, taking more of Tate than he’s given me so far. He moans at that.

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