Page 23 of Mad About Her Cowboys

“How do you want us?” Connor asked. “One by one?”

“Together,” she interrupted before he could offer the option. “Show me this Daly Way.”

“We’ll do our best. Like I said, we’ve never—”

“We have,” Edison cut in. “Neal and I have.”

“You have?” Franklin asked with a raised brow.

“Sure. Geez, man, you were raised in Cranston, too. You two have never been with the same girl together?”

“No,” Connor snapped, annoyed with the younger men for some reason. “And now isn’t the time.”

Eds held up his hands. “Just sayin’…”

“Just saying, get to it,” Madison teased. She’d moved around them to the bed and shucked off her jeans. Her firm, round ass taunted Connor, when she crawled to the middle of the bed. When she turned over, resting back on her elbows, his mouth was already watering.

“Fuck me,” he murmured, scanning his gaze over the expanse of lush creamy skin laid out before them. Her legs were slightly parted, her pussy covered with red lace matching that skimpy bra. Her belly had just the slightest bit of curve to it and if he didn’t know she was pregnant, he never would have guessed.

“That’s really what I’d like you to do to me,” Madison answered.

“You’re perfection,” Franklin told her. He climbed beside her on the bed and skimmed his hand along her torso. It didn’t pass Connor’s notice that his friend’s touch lingered just a little over that tiny mound.

“Does it bother you?” she asked him.

“Not a bit. It’s a gift,” he murmured.

“I—” She cut off on a moan because Edison had caught one of her legs and started kissing the inside of her ankle. Neal was on the other side, pushing his palm up her leg and opening her as he licked and bit along her soft skin. Not to be left out, Franklin bent over her shoulder. His hand went to her breast, slipping beneath the cup from the bottom. Madison arched into his fingers as he played with her nipple, and for a moment, Connor felt completely left out. And frankly, a little jealous.

Dive in. You just need to dive in.

Madison’s heavy-lidded gaze met him. Her lips parted, but she didn’t utter a word as she gasped from what was happening. Her connection to Connor never severed. She held out her hand.

“Come here,” she finally whispered. “I need you here.”

Chapter Eleven

When Connor settled to Madison’s left, Franklin to her right, Neal and Franklin stroking and kissing her legs, she felt complete without an ounce of trepidation.

“Kiss me,” she told him. In this, Franklin held her steady, and Connor anchored her. Between them, she knew without doubt that she was safe. Neal and Edison only strengthened that resolve.

Someone was removing her bra and she figured it was Franklin, but it was two mouths that landed on her breasts. She almost came up off the mattress at the dual suction and the hands kneading the mounds along with it. Another hooked his fingers in her panties and dragged them down her thighs.

“Bare,” the man murmured, and she knew then that it was Edison between her legs and Neal at her other breast. She opened her eyes, looking up at Connor. He held her hand, watching her. He was almost like a protector, guarding her and making sure nothing occurred outside of what she wanted.

“Can I?” Edison asked, skimming his hand up her thighs. Reaction skated through her, an entirely pleasant rush of bliss tingling over her nerve endings. She felt her pussy growing wetter. He wanted to put his mouth on her. God, she wanted that, too!

Connor raised a brow at her, underlining the question.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”

Edison pushed her legs farther apart to accommodate his shoulders, and she felt the slightest amount of worry for just a moment before she relaxed. It was all okay.

“Everything good?” Connor asked, stroking his thumb lightly along her jaw.

She nodded. “Yes.” The word hissed from her as Edison parted her and dragged his tongue along her slit from bottom to top. He lingered on her clit, drawing hard on the nub. That, along with the equal draw from the lips tugging on her nipples, strung together, yanking at her core. “Oh God!” she cried. She reached up with one hand and buried her fingers in Connor’s hair, using him as an anchor when the sensations tore at her, and she knew she’d fly apart.

“Let go, love,” he murmured. “Let go. I’ll catch you.”

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