Page 37 of Mad About Her Cowboys

She breathed fast, practically panting through her nose, while he possessed her mouth.

Take it, he mouthed. She nodded as well as she could, aroused and unfrightened by this side of him. Then fingers pushed into her folds and her eyes closed as she was fucked from two directions. Hands stroked over her body. She eddied on a maelstrom of sensations, touched everywhere as they heightened her arousal. Then a wide head pushed at her opening. She drew her legs back and open wider to welcome Connor as he thrust deep. This time, she did scream around Neal’s length, convulsing and careening over into her climax.

“God, you’re so fucking tight!” Connor swore.

“I can’t wait to fuck you again,” Franklin gritted. He kissed her shoulder and around the mound he squeezed. His fingers returned back to her nipple, pinching hard while Connor pistoned with abandoned. It wasn’t long before he came with a guttural grunt. There was no pause. Franklin took his place, while Connor ran his hands over her.

Edison pushed Neal from her mouth, and Connor kissed her, seemingly unconcerned that another man had been there. Peripherally, she saw Eds kneel before his lover and start sucking him deep. Neal’s dick disappeared all the way into Edison’s throat. And he fucked with even more vigor than he had Mads’ mouth.

Franklin ran his hands over her belly. “Mine,” he growled. “I’m going to fill you with all of me. Mark you. Claim you.” He said claim like it was a challenge, but she didn’t care. She was theirs. She needed to stop fighting it so hard.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard, Franklin.”

His pace increased, but not his ferocity. She knew he’d do nothing that could possibly hurt her. She squeezed down on him, meeting him thrust for thrust, now that she wasn’t distracted by sucking down Neal. Connor reached over and rubbed her clit. When he pinched, she yelled out again.

“Oh hell,” Franklin gritted out as she dragged him over the edge with her. Beside her, she heard Neal yell out. Eds stood, looking satisfied as Franklin crawled up beside her. She watched Edison wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as Connor and Franklin cuddled in to either side of her.

“Last man standing,” Edison quipped.

“Sounds like a personal flaw,” Connor growled, though he never stopped kissing every bit of her flesh he could reach. She felt her legs moved to drape over Franklin and Connor.

“My turn,” Edison declared, sinking into her. “Oh shit, you feel so good.”

Her walls clenched on him, and she sighed. “So good,” she echoed. “All of you.”

And as Edison took his turn giving her all the pleasure he could, she thought maybe she was the luckiest woman in Daly.

Chapter Sixteen

“Why am I driving you to the airport instead of Seth and Tai? Or one of your sisters?” Mads asked River. She’d been stunned when her friend had called her to take her to the Gillette-Campbell County airport, and now, River sat quietly staring out the window. She silently cried, covertly swiping her hand over her cheek every so often.

The inaudible grief broke Madison’s heart.

“Talk to me,” she urged when River didn’t reply.

“There’s a procedure. A surgery by a specialist my dad knows. The guy says he can operate and remove this tumor.”

“But I thought it was inoperable. That’s what all the specialists have said, right?”

“This guy has had lots of success.”

So she was taking a chance, a chance no one in her family and neither of her men would approve of. And Madison was the chariot to deliver her. A knot formed in her stomach. Her insides churned in an act so close to morning sickness, she was afraid she might have to pull over. She knew River hadn’t told her specifics on purpose, because River knew Madison would disagree as heartily as her family would have.

“River…” she started.

“Please don’t,” River begged. “Please just take me. This is hard enough. But it’s my only chance. You know it’s getting worse. The pain, the falling, not being able to do things.”

It was true, Madison had been to River’s place a few times now to care for her after an episode.

“So I can just stand by and let this happen, or I can do something. My dad trusts him. Apparently, the doctor is some wonder surgeon, doing things no one else can. I’m believing in that.”

“But what if he’s not?” Madison asked as they were pulling into the drive for the airport.

“I’ll die either way,” River replied.

Tears blurred Madison’s vision and she blinked hard to clear it so she could drive. Nothing worked as the world washed into watery colors. Thankfully, she’d reached the drop-off. “Do you want me to come in with you?” she managed brokenly, feeling as if this were the very last time she’d see her best friend alive. Maybe, it was. Her heart felt as if it were ripping from her chest.

“No. I need to… Just, no, okay?”

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