Page 25 of Mad About Her Cowboys

She groaned into his mouth almost overwhelmed with what was happening. The groan turned to a scream as her orgasm took her by surprise, clamping down on Franklin.

“Yeah, babe,” he grunted. “Oh… Fuck…”

Beside her, Neal practically came off the bed as he went off. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Edison’s hands were clamped on his lover’s hips while he took all Neal’s essence. Moments afterward, they were all flopped together on the bed—Neal next to her, his arm across her belly. Franklin was draped over her thigh. He curled into her, dropping kisses along her torso. Edison wedged up next to her, his legs partially over Neal. Eds also snuggled into her, while Connor remained where he was, holding her as if he was her foundation and would never let her be rocked.

His chin rested on her shoulder. “What the fuck was that?”

Startled, she turned her head and saw his stare was on Eds and Neal.

“What?” Edison asked. “We’ve been together since we were sixteen. How did you not know that?”

“How indeed?” Connor murmured.

“Aren’t you and Franklin?” Neal asked. “We always thought you were.”

“No,” Franklin answered.

“Hmm,” was the only reply from the younger men. Edison leaned up and crawled so his arms were on either side of Madison, and he could look down at her.

“Does it bother you?” he asked. “Me and Neal?”

“Not at all.”

“Good.” He dipped his head forward and brushed his lips over hers. “Thank you. I’m looking forward to many more nights like this one.”

She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, holding back a smile. He kissed her nose and moved away. Neal immediately replaced him, repeating the sentiment and brushing his lips over hers, too.

“See you in the morning,” he whispered. “Sleep well.”

After he and Edison had gathered their clothes and gone, Connor shifted to lie beside her. “I can’t believe we didn’t know,” he muttered.

“Does it matter?” she asked.

“Yes.”

That surprised her. She wouldn’t have thought that of him.

Franklin laughed. “He doesn’t like not knowing things. Now, he’s going to obsess about what other stuff he might have missed.”

Connor growled in irritation, and Madison laughed.

“We should let you get to sleep,” he told her.

“You’re going?” she asked in surprise.

“Do you want us to stay?”

“Yes. I mean, I know sharing isn’t your thing—”

“I want it to be,” he interrupted. “If Franklin agrees.”

The man in question blew out a breath. “I’ve been waiting for you to admit you wanted it,” he scoffed.

“Seriously? What the hell is going on tonight? First, Neal and Eds; now this? Anything else? Are you going to tell me you’re secretly in to me?”

“Nope. I don’t mind being naked with you so we can make Madison scream, but I’m totally not into penis.”

“That’s a relief.”

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