Page 144 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
“What’s that, darlin’?” Walker asks, taking a step closer. “Tell us.”
“Keep your cowboy hats on. I need… I need my cowboys. Need to see you as you are.”
They exchange glances, and despite the intensity of the moment, despite the heat raging through my body, soft chuckles escape them. The sound warms something in my chest even as another wave of need crashes through me.
“Now that’s a request I can handle,” Cash murmurs, reaching for his worn brown hat on the dresser. He settles it on his head, the brim shadowing his blue eyes.
Walker grabs his from where he must have placed it earlier on the bedpost. “Anything for our Omega,” he whispers, his voice dropping into that dark, velvet register that makes my thighs clench.
Ridge just reaches over to my nightstand, fingers brushing the brim of his black hat. He sets it lower on his head, angling it back so nothing blocks his view of me sprawled beneath him. The man looks like sin incarnate, every inch a cowboy carved out of desire and muscle.
“Anything else you crave?” Ridge asks, eyes locked on mine.
Emotion clogs my throat. “I missed you,” I confess, trembling fingers reaching for him. “Missed all of you. Even when you were gone just a few hours, it felt like pieces of me were missing.”
“We’re here now,” he promises. “Not letting go. Not again.” His head dips as he leans in closer to me, that hat tilting as if even it bows to the moment, and then his mouth claims mine.
The kiss is nothing like before. Ridge kisses me like he’s starved and I’m the only salvation left. His tongue presses past my lips, tangling with mine, demanding and devastating. Heat pours through me, and I moan into him, dragging him closer with my hand around his neck, like I can fuse us together if I just try hard enough.
His hand trails down my collarbone and lower still, tugging at the towel around me, unwrapping me.
He completely peels it back from my body, and the air is cool on my skin. Yet he never breaks our kiss as his hand trails over the curve of my breasts, slow enough that my pulse stutters and my nipples tighten under the weight of his attention. His fingers don’t just touch; they linger, tracing, teasing, making me feel bared in more ways than skin-deep.
By the time he reaches my stomach, I’m trembling. His fingers slide over the hair between my legs, and my thighs press together in reflex, but Ridge only growls low in his chest, that deep cowboy rumble that vibrates straight through me.
“Wider,” he orders against my mouth, then keeps kissing.
Heat floods me, shame and need colliding. I hesitate only a heartbeat before obeying, parting my legs.
“More, gorgeous,” he says, pushing at my inner thighs, spreading them further. Cash’s sharp inhale cuts through the room, and Walker is clearing his throat.
Ridge strokes the inside of my thigh, every pass closer, slower, until I’m nibbling on his lip. My hips twitch toward him without permission, desperate and helpless, all while he kisses me, making it impossible for me to see Cash’s and Walker’s reactions. But I know they’re there, watching, seeing it all.
“Already dripping for us,” Ridge murmurs, his thumb brushing the slick heat between my legs before slipping a finger through my soaked lips. He licks my mouth, and I take his tongue in, sucking on it, writhing at the attention.
When his fingers finally slide inside, it’s torturous, agonizingly slow, curling just enough to make me gasp, then withdrawing and pressing in again until my walls clench around him.
“Oh God—” My voice fractures, embarrassment lacing with raw pleasure as my body arches.
“Look at me,” Ridge commands. My eyes snap open, meeting his under the brim of that tilted hat. His stare pins me there mercilessly. “You love being spreadout like this for us? Knowing they’re watching me finger you?”
My cheeks burn at the dirtiness of his words, but my body betrays me, more slick dripping out, thighs trembling as he pushes a second finger into me.
Walker swears under his breath. Cash’s groan is hoarse, broken. And I can’t stop, can’t hide, can’t be anything but his writhing, desperate Omega as Ridge plays me, slow, steady, relentless.
He finally drags his mouth from mine, his fingers sliding free from my body with a wet sound. I whimper at the loss, but then he brings his hand to his lips, tongue flicking out to taste me. His eyes stay locked on mine as he sucks his fingers clean, hungry, deliberate, like he’s savoring every drop.
The sight steals the air from my lungs. My legs stay spread wide on the bed, trembling, and I can’t even think to close them. My body is caught between shame and pure need, every nerve buzzing as if I’m still stretched around his fingers.
When I glance past Ridge, Cash and Walker are at the end of the bed, watching me like wolves about to jump me. Cash’s grin is gone, replaced by something possessive, his chest rising and falling fast like he’s barely holding himself back. Walker’s jaw is tight as if it’s taking everything he has not to climb onto the bed and claim me right now.
“Greedy little Omega,” Cash finallysays, voice hoarse but laced with affection. “Don’t worry, sugar. We’re going to give you everything you desire.”
“Come here,” I plead, reaching for them with my free hand, still holding myself wide open for them. My voice cracks with desperation. “I must have all of you.”
They move together, Cash and Walker stepping closer while working at their belts and zippers, the metallic sound filling the room. My mouth waters, anticipation winding so tight it hurts.
“We’re yours,” Walker promises, shoving his jeans down. My breath stutters when I see him—thick and hard, the heavy length of his cock straining forward, the tip already glistening like he’s been waiting for this as long as I have.
