Page 25 of Wrangle Me, Cowboys

Soon, his mouth moved to my ear, and shivers ran through my body. I grabbed his shoulders, massaging those gorgeous muscles. “Now,” I whispered, closing my eyes and leaning back on the couch.

Holden slid down, undoing the button of my jeans. I lifted my hips, and he slid them down. Air blew across my bare skin, and I was suddenly aware how naked I was. They were all dressed, and I was now only wearing a shirt. This was really happening.

I opened my eyes. Holden was staring at my pussy like it was the Mona Lisa, the world’s biggest ruby, and a t-bone steak combined. Which made for a weird picture, but hey, he was an artist, he could probably pull it off.

I watched as he slowly lowered himself to reach me. His huge hands moved up me, holding my waist as he lowered his mouth between my thighs. A wave of desire washed over me, and I parted my knees for him. His tongue slid between my lips. With one long, slow stroke, he erased my untouched status. I was lost in the sensation of his hot, wet tongue so thoroughly tasting what had never been so much as seen by a man before.

Now three sets of eyes had seen my most private, intimate spot.

Holden bent low again, his hands moving up to cup my breasts, his fingers firm but gentle. His wide, wet tongue started at my ass and in another stroke, moved all the way to my clit. I gasped as he swiped across my sensitive spot. My clit throbbed against his tongue and he moaned, pulsing his tongue against it.

Beside me, Sawyer shifted, stroking himself as he watched his brother’s tongue take its time with the third pass. Holden bent one more time, spreading the folds open as he slowly dragged his tongue through my wetness to my swollen clit. I leaned my head back and lifted my hips, wanting more, needing him to linger on my clit, give it a little more love and attention. The pressure was unbearable.

He sat back and licked his lips. “Thank you,” he said, then climbed to his feet.

Thank you? Did guys normally thank girls for the first taste of their cherry? For being the first tongue to ever explore me?

But none of this was normal. These men were the first to lay eyes on me, but I couldn’t say who was first. They’d all seen me at once.

They’d be the first to touch me, to explore me and taste me and fuck me, the first to come inside me and make me come. And the law said they were my brothers.

“I—can I go freshen up?” I asked.

“Of course,” Sawyer said with a grin. “Don’t take too long, though. I’m dying for a taste of that sweet pussy.”

I wasn’t sure if I should put my pants back on, but it seemed pointless, so I just stepped over them and into the bathroom. I’d said I wanted all this and more. A relationship, all of them, for a long time. But could I do it?

My body said it could handle it. My pussy throbbed with longing, aching to be filled. It felt swollen as I splashed a little water over it, cleaning it for Sawyer. Holden had definitely gotten a taste. I didn’t know what was left for the others. Maybe rinsing off between them would be enough to make them all feel like they were getting something new, instead of just tasting each other.

I patted myself dry and headed back out, feeling awkward without pants. But Sawyer erased that in a second, striding over to meet me halfway to the couch and sweeping me into his arms. He kissed me passionately, his tongue driving between my lips and claiming mine. My toes skimmed the floor as he carried me around the couch and knelt, setting me back in my spot. With a grin, he grabbed my ass and pulled me forward, to the very edge of the couch.

“Lay back and enjoy the show, Princess,” he said.

“Get her a pillow,” Waylon said, his voice flat and commanding, without emotion. He hadn’t moved since we’d started, and still stood by the fireplace with his arms crossed. I swallowed, suddenly feeling as exposed as if I were naked and spread eagle before him. Which was only halfway the case.

Holden pushed a couple pillows behind me.

Still cupping my ass in his hands, Sawyer lowered his head. But instead of going for broke like Holden had, his teasing lips met my hipbone. I could see the smile in the corner of his lips as he flicked out his tongue and wiggled it against my bare skin. I gasped at the spasm of ticklishness that went through me. Sawyer did it again, until I started giggling helplessly. Then his lips moved across my belly to my belly button, which he flicked his tongue inside. He sat back, grinning, and tugged at the bottom of my shirt.

“What happened to just a taste?” I teased.

“Sorry,” Sawyer said, not looking at all sorry. “Can I taste your nipples?”

I laughed. “Aren’t you greedy?”

“Not tonight,” Waylon said. “That wasn’t what we promised.”

I didn’t know what they’d promised, but for some reason, a tiny wash of relief went through me. Being completely naked before all three of them, when they were fully clothed, was too much. I’d never even kissed Waylon, but I could have kissed him then. Maybe all that quiet, detached observing was there for a reason. It kept me safe to have him watching so closely, picking up on my signals.

“You’re right,” Sawyer said. “We’ve got plenty of time for that. I’m not in a hurry.”

With that, he scooted back on his knees and bent, still cupping my ass. He nosed my legs apart and kissed my mound, then my clit. I arched up, having expected him to do as Holden did. Instead, his lips caressed my clit, kissing it and tugging it gently. I sucked in a breath, then stifled a cry when the tip of his tongue flicked out and swiped the sensitive tip.

The tension that had built when Holden licked me began to rise again, and that need to be filled, that unbearable cry for release, gripped my body. Sawyer’s tongue made a slow circle around my clit, as if winding me tighter. My fingers clenched in his hair, and I thought I was going to break at any moment, to say I couldn’t take it. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter as Sawyer’s tongue squirmed lower, tasting my juices.

The tip of his tongue flicked against my opening and I cried out, arching up, unable to control my body. It wanted to be filled, satisfied. I needed release, not to be teased with the tip of a tongue. I needed to be fucked hard with his thick cock.

“That’s enough,” I heard Waylon growl.