Page 26 of Mad About Her Cowboys

“Should I leave and let you guys hug it out?” she teased.

“Hush, you,” Connor laughed. He leaned over her and kissed her. What started out as a peck, quickly deepened, lingering.

“If we’re going there again,” Franklin started, “maybe we should move from the guest room with the queen bed to one of our rooms with a king.”

“Perfect idea,” Connor agreed. He was on his feet a moment later with Madison in his arms bridal style.

Chapter Twelve

Madison leaned her head against Connor’s chest as he carried her into his bedroom. It was double the size of the guest room she’d been in and surprisingly sparse considering it was always in use. Done in dark blue and light wood, with large-scale furniture, it was wholly masculine. She didn’t have a chance to really look at the space before he placed her on the bed and headed into the en-suite bathroom.

Franklin had pulled down the blankets before Connor placed her on the mattress. Now, he climbed in beside her, his body heat warming her as he cuddled close to her side. In contrast, he drew his fingers lightly across her skin, lifting goosebumps and making her shiver. She watched his face as he drew small circles over her slightly convex belly, a belly she knew would soon pop with a much more pronounced baby bump. His serious expression seemed thoughtful and almost pained.

“Does it bother you?” she asked.

“No,” he said quickly, sounding surprised. “Not at all.”

“You seem…deep in thought.”

“I guess.” He shrugged. “I, um…I can’t have kids.”

“Oh,” she breathed. “Franklin.”

“It’s okay. I’ve known for a long time. But…” He shrugged again, his fingers tracing along her skin some more. “I guess it makes this extra special.” He made a face. “That probably sounds weird.”

She shook her head. “No. It doesn’t.”

“If you decide to be with us, then…well…we’ll be raising this child, too,” he said. His tone seemed thoughtful, his face almost wistful.

She supposed the Quists would be raising this baby, too, if she were with them, and truthfully, she kind of liked the idea of it. These strong, kind cowboys, who seemed to have a lot of integrity and work ethic. She could think of a million worse people to have in her baby’s life and very few better.

“How do you feel about that?” she asked.

“I like the idea.”

She leaned into him, and his lips brushed hers, so gentle and tender. His fingers stroked over her cheeks with the utmost care as their mouths moved, exploring, tasting, learning one another.

She felt Connor sit next to her, against her back as she leaned into Franklin. Warmth touched her thighs, and she realized he’d brought a soft, wet cloth to clean her well-used pussy.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, closing her eyes in embarrassment and leaning her forehead to Franklin’s. “That’s…”

“Shh…” Franklin crooned, his words a whisper. “Let us take care of you. You’ll be our everything, Mads. We’ll treat you like the most precious treasure. Nothing will be too intimate. We’ll know and worship every part of you.”

No one had ever made her feel so important to them. In her earliest days dating her ex, the man she’d once been engaged to, desire had run high, but not to this level of devotion and care. He’d never given much thought for what was inside her soul; he’d been more concerned about her body and how it meshed with his.

The cloth hit the floor beside them with a muted thud, then Connor was kissing her shoulder and down her spine. “Are you up for more?” he asked as he neared the small of her back.

“Yes,” she breathed, the sound coming out like a long sigh as Franklin followed a similar path down her front side. He detoured to her breast, sucking the taut, throbbing tip between his lips while Connor lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. “Oh God!” she cried, when his mouth settled over her pussy. He licked along her folds up to her clit then drew hard on the little bud, while Franklin drew on her nipple. She bucked when his teeth sank lightly into the areola. His tongue lashed over the tormented flesh before he made his way to the other breast. Back and forth he went while Connor devoured her from below.

One of Connor’s hands held her in place, keeping her prisoner to their ministrations. The immobility only heightened her arousal. Her head kicked back, her eyes squeezed shut as thready cries poured from her. Every cell within her seemed afire with the pleasure singing through her. Her limbs shook, tension coiling inside her as she grew closer and closer to her release. Then Connor pushed two fingers inside her, at the same time rubbing that secret spot inside her that nearly shoved her over the edge.

“Oh, that’s right, darlin’,” Connor growled. “Come for me. Coat my hand with your sweet nectar. Fuck, you taste so good. Give me more.”

She couldn’t help but do exactly what he said. Her body was under their control. And to think she’d come here just for dinner…and now, she was coming in a whole different way.

“It’s Connor’s turn,” Franklin murmured.

“I don’t need to—” the man started, but she interrupted him.

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