Page 27 of Mad About Her Cowboys

“I want you. Please.”

“Then you have me,” he said. She moaned as he moved up to spoon behind her, his hard body so warm and firm against her back, his chest hair slightly abrading her skin in the most pleasant, sensual way. He lifted her leg over his hip, and his cock probed her slit, sliding back and forth. She rocked against him, her little cries filling the quiet room. She gasped when Franklin took over massaging her clit. At the same time, his other hand continued working her breast, his mouth still in on the action.

She’d never imagined anything so sensual as being the center of two men’s attention. Yes, there had been four less than an hour ago, but this… It seemed different, like these two would cherish her forever. That it was more than sex.

With a small shake of her head, she pushed aside the fanciful thoughts and focused on this moment. Just on the sex. That was all she could count on. Their bodies coming together and this night—or possibly weekend, depending on how snowed in they were.

Arching, she reached down and guided Connor into her. They groaned in unison as his thick length parted her and shoved deep.

“Oh, God, so full,” she cried.

“Okay?”

“Yes, yes, don’t stop. Fuck me hard.”

He nipped her shoulder, causing her to shudder. “Naughty mouthed girl.” He started a driving, insistent rhythm inside her. “Have you fantasized about getting fucked like this?”

She shook her head. “I thought about it. But…nothing like this. This… It’s more.”

“You’re going to love your bad girl side.” His fingers skated along her hip, lifting goosebumps on her already aroused flesh.

“I already do.”

“Can’t wait to explore everything with you,” Franklin said against her neck while he skated his mouth up to hers. His fingers buried in her hair, pulling in the most sensual way before he kissed her hard, his tongue fucking her mouth as insistently as Connor’s cock took her pussy. His fingers pulled her head back, and he bit and licked his way down her throat to her chest. Franklin’s hands, Connor’s hands…they seemed to touch her everywhere. Their legs tangled, and her skin was afire with sensation.

If she weren’t careful she could get completely caught up in this, start thinking of forever when that wasn’t hers to have. Damn her head…

As if he sensed her worries forcing their way in, Franklin pinched her nipple, pulling, and dragged her back to the moment.

“Franklin!” she cried. Her back arched into him, her shoulders colliding with Connor’s hard chest. He grasped her chin, turning her into his kiss. She moaned into his mouth, letting everything overwhelm her in the best ways. Her thighs trembled as tension coiled in her center. Close, she was so close.

“I’m going to come,” she gasped.

“Yes, baby, come all over my cock,” Connor growled. “Squeeze me and take everything from me.”

Franklin redoubled his flicks over her clit then pinched, and she flew over the edge with a scream that Neal and Edison probably heard in the other wing of the house. Connor grunted behind her, his surges turning to shallow, jerking jabs as his release spilled into her.

Madison sighed, absolutely sated and replete. Her eyes drifted shut as exhaustion pulled her toward sleep. She vaguely felt the men moving around her, tending her and covering her up, but she couldn’t rouse herself enough to pay attention or help. She grumbled happily, snuggling into the warm bodies as they climbed in on either side of her. And that was the last she remembered as sleep pulled her fully under its spell to dreams of long nights spent in these arms.

Chapter Thirteen

Madison woke alone in the huge bed, with pillows and blankets tucked around her. Obviously, the guys hadn’t wanted to wake her when they’d gotten up to tend their early morning ranch duties. She knew days started early for ranchers, so she wasn’t surprised. It probably wasn’t any different for those running a guest place like this one—plus guests. They’d need to take care of those people, too, especially if the visitors were freaked out or inconvenienced by being snowed in. She couldn’t imagine the unpredicted storm had fit into their vacation plans.

After a long lazy stretch, she climbed from the soft, warm nest she’d been in and headed toward the bathroom. She needed to find some clothes then some coffee—even if it had to be decaf during her pregnancy. Hell, she could pretend it was the full-octane stuff for nine or so months. She just hoped the guys had the non-caffeine variety to fuel her fantasy. Her stomach growled, reminding her she needed food, too. Or the baby did. She never used to be this hungry in the mornings. Now, she woke ravenous every day.

Connor had left her a T-shirt in the other room, so she didn’t suppose he’d mind if she snaked one from in here. Once she’d finished in the bathroom, washed up then brushed her teeth with some of his paste and her finger, she headed to the dresser across from the huge bed. Taking the time to look around now, she took in more than its sparseness, which she’d briefly noticed yesterday. All the furniture was large scale, befitting the occupant of this room. Hell, she’d had to take a small jump to get off the bed. To get back in, if she ever did, she’d need a stool to climb up. And she wasn’t short!

The dresser was constructed of the same heavy, dark wood as the bedframe and posters. The top left drawer yielded Connor’s T-shirts and boxer-briefs. She snagged one of each and slipped into them, since there was no way she was wandering the house naked or even in just the shirt that hung down to mid-thigh. It didn’t matter that she’d been intimate with all of the men who lived here.

At that last thought, her cheeks flamed, and a hot prickle spread across her shoulders. Oh gosh…she slept with four men last night. Four!

Some people might say, “When in Rome…”—or in this case, “When in Daly…”—but she wasn’t usually one of those people. She wasn’t promiscuous at all, to tell the truth. Though…she wasn’t entirely sure this qualified as promiscuous.

God, she was so confused. Last night, everything had made sense. Of course, she’d just been going with the moment. Now…

Well, she wasn’t sure where to go from here. Did she keep on with what they’d started last night? Pretend it hadn’t happened? That seemed wrong. She couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen, and cutting things off as a one-night-stand sort of thing just seemed wrong, too. But maybe that’s what they wanted…? They hadn’t discussed the future or what the intention was after last night. They’d just tumbled into bed.

Crap, she was so confused. She scrubbed her hands over her face and headed toward the kitchen, her head lost in her thoughts. Coffee…then she’d get dressed…then she’d try to figure out what the hell was happening.

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