Page 158 of My Cowboy Chaos


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“God, you feel—” he starts.

“Less talking, more fucking,” I sputter, watching the planes of his face while I move up and down on him.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Wyatt’s behind me now, cupping my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples.

“Where’s Boone?” I manage to ask, though talking is increasingly difficult.

“Right here,” he says, appearing in front of me with a grin that promises trouble. “Thought you might want something to do with your mouth besides boss us around.”

“I don’t boss?—”

He cuts me off by offering me his cock, and okay, fair point. My mouth is definitely better used for this than arguing about who’s bossy.

The bed creaks ominously with every movement.

“Gonna break,” Wyatt warns.

“Don’t care,” Jesse grunts, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks.

“Same,” Boone agrees, one hand tangled in my hair while the other traces patterns on my shoulder.

“Fuck, Callie—” Jesse groans.

“Mmmm,” I groan, even though I’m already over the edge.

“I—fuck?—”

He explodes, followed by Boone, who fills my mouth and throat.

We collapse in a heap, and that’s when the bed gives up. There’s a crack, a shift, and suddenly we’re all rolling toward the left as one corner crashes to the floor.

“Called it,” Wyatt says breathlessly.

“Your spreadsheet didn’t predict this?” Jesse laughs.

“’Fraid not,” Wyatt says.

Still naked, because Boone goes to inspect the damage. “Damn. It’s definitely broken. Like, call-a-carpenter broken.”

“Maybe buy-a-new-one-broken,” I suggest.

“Absolutely,” Jesse agrees, pulling me against him.

“Should probably check on Rita,” Boone says, because even post-orgasm, he’s still thinking about the goat.

As if summoned, Rita bleats.

“She’s fine,” I say. “Maybe confused about the noise.”

“We were pretty loud,” Boone observes, flopping back down and making the bed tip further.

“We were exactly loud enough,” I correct.

We lie there in comfortable silence on our broken bed, four people who just permanently altered both Cedar Ridge’s social structure and Jesse’s furniture.

Chaotic, messy, difficult, and exactly right.