Page 147 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
“That’s it, sugar,” Cash croons, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades as his fingertip teases. “Breathe. Let me in.”
Walker palms my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumbs, breaking my resistance. Cash pushes his finger past the stubborn ring. The stretch makes me whimper, torn between the ache and the fiery rush of desire flooding me.
“Too much?” he murmurs, though he already knows the answer from the way I grind back against him.
“Not enough,” I pant, the words spilling out. “Please—more.”
He groans, working that single finger deeper before sliding out, only to push two back in, scissoring me open. The pressure steals my breath, a sharp ache that melts into heat until I’m trembling, rocking shamelessly against his hand while squeezing Walker, who’s hissing beneath me, catching his breath.
“There she is,” Cash mutters, voice dark with approval. “So ready for us she doesn’t know what to do with herself.”
Walker chuckles low in my ear. “She knows. Lookat her taking you. Can’t get enough, can you, sweetheart?”
I can’t answer. My nails bite into Walker’s chest as Cash twists his fingers just right, and the sharp edge of the stretch makes me cry out. The ache is unbearable and perfect all at once, and still it isn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
Cash withdraws his fingers, slick with my arousal, and positions himself at my entrance. The head of his cock nudges against me, the pressure enough to draw another loud moan from my throat.
“Easy,” he murmurs, voice rough, steady hands braced at my hips. “Gonna take my time with you. Make sure you’re good and ready.”
He pushes forward an inch, then stills. The stretch burns, overwhelming, and I gasp, clenching around him. My head drops forward onto Walker’s shoulder, a helpless sound breaking from me.
“That’s it,” Walker soothes, kissing my brow as Cash eases another inch inside.
“Doing so damn good,” Ridge murmurs.
I’m trembling, a mix of strain and pleasure spiraling tighter with every slow push. I feel myself opening around him, my body yielding even as it shudders from the effort.
“Cash—” My voice fractures, half plea, half moan.
“I know, sugar.” His thumb strokes circles into my hip, anchoring me. “You want more, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe, raw and shaky. “Please.”
He gives me what I beg for, driving deeper until he’s fully sheathed. The fullness knocks the air from my lungs, every nerve alight. He holds still, letting me adjust, letting me fall apart around him.
Walker presses his lips to my temple, his voice a low rasp. “Look at her, taking every inch. Our girl’s perfect.”
Cash groans, forehead dropping between my shoulders. “Tight as sin. Like she was made for us.”
The world tilts, blurs, pleasure spiking hot and relentlessly through my veins. I’m full, stretched, dizzy with it, and yet, even like this, I can’t stop craving more.
That’s when Ridge steps up, looming over us, hand tangling in my hair. His cock is right there at my lips, thick and flushed.
“Don’t forget about me, gorgeous,” he growls.
“I couldn’t,” I pant, licking my lips, the ache in my body twisting into sharper need. “Want you too.”
“Open for me,” he orders. “I want to feel that sweet mouth.”
I part my lips willingly, taking him in. My moan vibrates around his thickness as Cash and Walker do small thrusts in and out of me. The triple assault is almost too much, heat swallowing me whole, body stretched to breaking, mind short-circuiting.
“Fuck,” Walker groans beneath me, his hips jerking. “She’s clenching like a vise. You like this, sweetheart? Like bein’ stuffed full by your Alphas?”
I try to answer, but it comes out garbled around Ridge’s cock, a broken moan that makes them all laugh in hungry delight.
Ridge’s grip in my hair tightens, his thrusts shallow, teasing. “Not born for it. Shechoseit. Chose us. Didn’t you, baby?”
I manage a muffledyes, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from the overwhelming fullness.
