Page 39 of Mad About Her Cowboys

“Geez, get off me, you big buffoon,” she protested weakly. She didn’t really want that, and they both knew it. But it had become habit the past days—the only way to keep out of her cowboys’ bed every night, because she was weakening every time she saw them. She’d be back there soon; she knew it. And what was she waiting for? If River had taught her anything it was not to wait for what she thought was the perfect time.

His grip seemed to tighten. “I don’t like seeing you upset or these two harassing you.

“They’re not harassing me. I’ll explain it to you after they go.”

“You’re going to let me come in?”

“God, no. We can go to Leena’s,” Madison replied, as she watched Seth and Tai sprint down the steps without a goodbye. Not that she blamed them. They were men on a mission. She could only hope she was loved as much someday. She glanced up at Connor, knowing that was entirely possible, if she let it happen.

“We’re not going to Leena’s.”

Before she could protest, she saw Franklin heading up the steps toward them.

Grand Central Station…

“What the hell is going on?” he demanded, suddenly as pushy as Connor usually was. “What were those guys doing here? Why are you crying?”

Franklin swept her up into his strong arms and carried her inside. But Madison was beyond speech, so Connor explained what had happened. The two of them held her while she cried throughout the night—they were her strength while she had none. Gazing at them through blurry eyes in the morning, she knew. She had to stop running. She had to stop saying no. Right now.

“Take me,” she whispered. They were still on the couch. She’d slept cradled half on each man.

Franklin blinked sleepily at her. “You sure? We don’t want to take advantage—”

“I’m sure,” she interrupted. “You wouldn’t be taking advantage. I’m yours. I belong to you. And you belong to me.”

She hated to admit it, but that feeling was strongest with these two Quists, and she worried about it. Was it unfair? Would her connection with the other two grow?

Connor took her at her word and undressed quickly. Madison surveyed his work-hardened body, taking in all the firm ridges of muscle. He had so much power in him, so many alpha traits, yet she knew she could command him with a crook of her finger. Franklin followed suit, disrobing, and she stared at his equally hard, yet leaner body. He wasn’t as big as Connor, but he’d put plenty of men to shame with his build and blatant masculinity. Realizing they were getting naked, and she wasn’t, she shrugged off her sweatshirt and bra, then wiggled out of her leggings and panties. Franklin dropped onto the sofa beside her and pulled her to straddle him.

“You ready for us both?” he asked.

“Both?”

Connor stroked his fingers along her ass. “Both,” he confirmed.

“I’ve never…”

“We’ll be careful,” Connor said. “We’ve been talking. We both want you. At the same time. Together.”

Madison took a shuddery breath, excited but nervous about the idea. She shifted on Franklin, her wetness sliding along his dick. Definitely more excitement than trepidation.

“You…know what to do?”

“Yeah, darlin’.” Connor kissed her shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”

Franklin took her mouth. His fingers speared into her hair while his lips skated over hers. They spread hers wide, and his tongue dipped in to slide along hers. She moaned into him. Enthralled, she rubbed up and down his rigid length, getting more and more aroused as the ridges of it tantalized her slick folds. She grasped his muscular shoulders as she lost herself in her man.

She startled at the feel of cool fingers moving along the crack of her ass.

Her other man…

She smiled against Franklin’s mouth and leaned more into him to allow Connor access. His hand was slick and frankly, a little cold as he stroked, focusing on her asshole. The digits disappeared, then returned a moment later with even more coating. She suspected he’d raided her bathroom for lotion, but she didn’t care as he kept working at her, gently pushing against her nether entrance.

“Relax,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder as he pushed just a bit harder and the tip of his finger popped into her. She gasped, everything tightening as a flash of red-hot arousal burned through her. Undeterred, Connor pressed forward. She knew it was just his one finger fucking her, but already, it seemed so full.

Franklin stroked along her folds, focusing on the tiny bud of nerves that throbbed there at the top of her slit. She shook, over whelmed by the two of them working her—and working her up. When Connor pushed in a second finger then soon after a third, she was so far gone into the pleasure, worry or nervousness were the farthest thing from her consciousness. She just wanted him. More pleasure. More fullness. More oneness.

She cried out into Franklin’s mouth when Connor pulled away. Then Connor’s hand was clamped on her waist, the head of his dick pressed firmly to her opening. She moaned as he pushed inside. Her body clenched and shuddered with the precursor to her orgasm, but he didn’t pause. He slid smoothly, slowly forward until he was seated fully within.

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