Page 40 of Mad About Her Cowboys

“Oh God,” she gasped, throwing her head back. Franklin cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over the distended nipples.

“How do you feel, baby?”

“So…good. So good. So full.”

“Ready for more?”

She nodded. Actually, she wasn’t sure she could take more, but she craved Franklin’s length like an addict needed their fix.

When he started to push inside her, her vision grayed from the pleasure. Light flashed before her eyes. She shook, and he froze.

“Don’t stop. More,” she begged.

Franklin groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder and pulling her toward him as he leaned back against the couch. As he moved, he pushed fully up into her until she was stuffed with both their cocks. As Franklin stayed still, Connor started fucking her, slowly at first and then harder. All three of their bodies shuddered with the intensity.

“This is it. This is all of us. We’re one,” Connor breathed as he pummeled. One… She knew what he meant. They were a unit. Three parts that made a whole. She knew she’d never feel complete without them after this.

“And ours,” Franklin gritted, starting a counterrhythm beneath her. His pubis stroked over her clit with each jerk.

Madison screamed. The wave of orgasm, more powerful than she’d ever felt, washed over her, dragging her far from the shore of sanity to tumble in a tide of pleasure that would forever change her.

“Yours,” she whispered when she finally collapsed against Franklin. All her sadness had diluted away. She knew it would return, but right now, all she felt was the glory of being fully alive and the ecstasy of celebrating life with her men.

Chapter Seventeen

Idyllic. It was the only way to describe the past weeks. She’d spent hours with her four men, either around town or at the ranch. After the night when Connor and Franklin had comforted her about Madison, they’d grown stronger. Closer. Madison had stopped trying to fight the inevitable. She belonged with the Quists. They were family.

When the news had come that Riv had survived the surgery and would be okay, they’d all rejoiced with her. And now, the four of them were at River’s welcome home party. With the house decorated for Christmas, joy flooded the gathering. One of their own was coming home, and she would live. It was a real miracle, and something to celebrate.

It was more than that—not that Riv had known when they’d all surprised her. Seth and Tai were intent on binding her to them. Though it wasn’t a strictly “street legal” wedding, they were having a ceremony to unite them all. Jax, the town’s lawyer, would be overseeing it.

Madison watched with tears in her eyes as her best friend vowed forever with her men and they did the same with her.

Neal had explained it to Madison last week while they’d been out on a horse ride. In Daly, trios or quads or whatever the case was beyond couple, would have a unity ceremony. Vows were taken and rings were exchanged. Either before or after the ceremony, they’d sign legal paperwork that entwined all their property and rights. The entanglement was actually tighter and harder to sort out than that in a mainstream marriage.

Progressively, she could see that with her men.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered to Connor, leaning into his chest. His hand rested on her belly as they watched the trio. He always felt so big and strong against her, and more and more, he was as protective of her baby as Franklin was. Franklin would be Dad on paper, but Connor would be a father, too.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered back, kissing along the skin above her ear. She shivered as the sensual tremors rolled through her.

Franklin moved closer to her and kissed her temple on the other side. His lips trailed to her ear. “Marry us.”

“What?”

“Marry. Us.”

She bit her lip, wide-eyed as she stared at the trio up front, as Jax pronounced them united then River, Tai and Seth shared kisses. She joined everyone in congratulatory clapping, but her head wasn’t there.

Marry the Quists?

Connor swung her away from where they’d stood to watch the ceremony. His three brothers followed.

“You didn’t answer,” he said as he led her into the small sunroom off the kitchen. It was dark outside, but twinkle lights illuminated the empty area in a romantic glow.

“I…” Her words cut off as Franklin and Connor knelt before her, holding up a tiny open box together. A tri-colored twisted band and a huge solitaire twinkled inside.

“Marry us,” they said together.

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