Page 26 of Claimed By the Cowboys
I stepped through the open barn doors into the golden light of the stables at the far end.
“Hey, Bass,” I greeted the grumpy black pony as I walked in. I hadn’t gone more than a few steps when the scent permeating the air hit me like a ton of bricks.
Sweet floral and fruit.
Piper and Zeke.
Only, it wasn’t just the usual scents.
No, the barn reeked of sex.
Delicious, sweet sex with an omega.
“Hey, Kota!” Zeke beamed as he sauntered out of one of the stalls, that cocky swagger blatant.
“Where’s Piper?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“She’s gone back to the main house. She needed a shower,” he answered, his grin smug.
“You fucked her?” I asked incredulously. It was clear he had; the whole barn smelled like a floral explosion had gone off in it.
That scent was so enticing, so delicious.
I wanted it for myself.
Zeke’s smile widened. “I did. Holy fuck, she’s so sweet, and pretty, and did I mention she smells so, so, so good? Even the cuddling after was top-notch.”
“She’s here for Maisie,” I reminded him.
“I’m not changing that,” Zeke insisted, raising his hands in a surrendering gesture. “You can’t honestly expect me to stay away from her. When was the last time anything smelled so fucking good?”
He had a point, as much as I didn’t want to admit it. There was something undeniably alluring about Piper Collins, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to resist it.
“Clayton is going to lose his shit.”
Zeke snorted. “He is constantly losing his shit, so what’s the big deal?”
“He’ll kick her out if he thinks she’s fucking with your head.”
His brow furrowed. “If he does that, then he really isn’t the man I thought he was. She’s lovely. If he lets his hang-ups about Caroline ruin all our lives, then I’m fucking out.”
Out?
“What the fuck do you mean by that?” I asked, my tone somewhat strangled. We were a pack. There was no walking away from that.
We were a family.
“I mean, I’ll still be here, obviously, but I’m not going to keep pandering to Clay’s bullshit. He became our leader because he never steered us wrong, but this is something I’m serious about. Sure, it’s fun now, but who knows what this could be.”
For a moment, I gaped at my pack mate. He was dead serious—I had known him long enough to tell. When Zeke committed to something, he committed hard.
And it seemed like Piper Collins was what he was deciding to commit to.
“Did she seem…receptive?” I asked. There was no simple way to question if the omega enjoyed getting dicked down by my pack mate, but I needed to know.
His grin only widened. “Oh yeah, she seemed very receptive. Several times, in fact. Have I mentioned she’s perfect? Even her skin tastes sweet! It’s my new favorite treat.”
Irrational jealousy simmered in my chest. “Just don’t go rubbing it in Clay’s face anytime soon.”
