Page 68 of Claimed By the Cowboys

Tate nods. “She’s ready, Dalton.”

Dalton moves. It’s slow at first, but then the movement picks up. He starts to grunt, and when he does, I lean back. My lips are still wrapped around Tate, and he’s twitching as he pumps.

“Tate?” Brent says.

“I’m going to come,” he moans. “Piper, can you swallow me down?”

No clue. But I’ll do my best.

Brent moves, lying next to me on the bed. His cock stands up, and I wrap my hand around it.

“Tighter,” he says.

I oblige. I remember how hard he gripped himself, and I adjust my grip to match.

“Fuck,” Brent hisses. “You’re so fucking good, Piper.”

I don’t know what I’m good at. I don’t care. Because all I need to know is that they’re happy. And I am, too.

“Okay, Piper, darlin,” Brent says. “Squeeze me, and let Tate and Dalton do the rest.”

Tate jerks into my mouth. Simultaneously, Dalton presses inside. And Brent grabs my hand, using it to pump up and down on him.

At first, it’s all overwhelming. I feel filled, everywhere, and I’m not sure what to do. But then, there’s a… rhythm.

We move together. Tate’s thrusts force me to take Dalton’s length deeper. Brent pulls at my hand, moving me up and down at a pace that feels like it’s going to hurt him. It doesn’t. Clearly, it feels very good.

My body falls into the rhythm. Soon, Tate gets out of rhythm. He pauses. “Piper. I’m going to pull out. Just… wait.”

Dalton grips me, pumping in with force. I feel him come, and I groan at the sensation. Quickly, he pulls out, and Tate moves to be behind me. He pushes in, hissing. “Fuck, Piper. You’re so goddamn ready. So fucking ready.”

“Don’t let any of it slip out, Tate,” Brent grunts. “Give her what she wants.”

“I’m going to put a baby in you,” Tate says.

Brent moans. “We all are, brother.”

I don’t know why those words make me so frantic. But they do. And when Tate finishes inside me, seconds later, I’m gasping through an orgasm. I scream. My hand tightens around Dalton, and he yelps. He splashes across my breasts, the hot, thick jets of him coating my skin.

I want more. I want him inside me. I want all of them. I feel decadent. Greedy. Like I’m trying as hard as I can to get all of them inside me at once.

Tate pulls himself out, and Brent moans. Behind me, Tate comes with a towel, gently cleaning off my front. He presses a kiss, lingering and long, to my lips.

I feel… exhausted. Fulfilled.Complete.

Dalton pulls me under the covers, and slowly, Brent and Tate get up to leave the room. Sleepily, I watch them go. I want them all to stay, but I’m too tired to protest.

Behind me, Dalton tugs me closer. He kisses my neck. “I hope it works, Piper.”

I look back. “What works?”

“This. The baby.” His hands move over my stomach, and I sink backwards into him.

I hope that works. But when I’m saying that I hope ‘this’ works? I mean much, much more than just a baby.

CHAPTER 19

Piper

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