“Gonna fill you up again,” he rasps against my ear. “Keep you dripping with us for days.”
I whimper, pushing against him desperately.
Brookes continues. “I want you to feel us leaking out of you every time you move tomorrow so you remember exactly who you belong to.”
Mason lies beside us, kissing me deeply while his fingersstroke my swollen clit. “Come for us one more time, sweetheart. Let us feel how much you love being claimed like this.”
I shatter again, crying out as Brookes thrusts deep and comes inside me with a guttural moan, adding to the mess already leaking down my thighs.
Brookes stays buried deep inside me while Mason spoons me from behind, both of them surrounding me completely. Their hands rest over my belly, warm and protective.
“Gonna keep breeding this sweet pussy,” Mason murmurs against my neck, voice dark with promise. “Over and over. Filling you.”
Brookes groans in agreement, slowly rocking his hips, pushing their combined release deeper. “One wild night turned into forever. And we’re never stopping, darlin’. We’re going to fill you again and again.”
Their filthy, loving words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I clench around Brookes, already aching for more.
“I want that,” I whisper, completely surrendered. “I want all of it.”
They embrace me closer, peppering my face and shoulders with kisses, showing me exactly how much they want it too.
“I love you,” I whisper into the darkness, the words finally easy and true.
Outside, the ranch stretches wide beneath the night sky. Horses in the pasture. Fences waiting to be checked in the morning. A life still full of work and weather, gossip and uncertainty. But inside this room, everything is simple.
I'm loved. I'm safe. I'm home.
Mason kisses the curve of my shoulder. “No more running.”
“No more running,” I promise.
Brookes nuzzles my neck. “No more thinking you have to choose which parts of yourself we get to love.”
My throat tightens. “I don’t know how to be this happy without waiting for approval.”
Mason lifts his head. His eyes meet mine in the dim light.
“Then we’ll teach you.”
Brookes’s hand strokes slowly over my belly. “Every morning. Every night. As long as it takes.”
I press my hand over theirs.
“I was so scared,” I admit. “Of wanting too much. Of being too much.”
Mason’s mouth curves faintly. “Sweetheart, we’re cowboys. We don’t mind a little too much.”
Brookes chuckles. “We prefer it.”
A soft and shaky laugh slips out of me.
Mason’s expression turns serious again. “You’re not too much, Janey. You’re exactly enough.”
Brookes kisses my shoulder. “You’re everything.”
Mason kisses the back of my neck, slow and tender. “We love you, too, baby. More than you’ll ever know.”
“I want the baby to know,” I whisper. “Always. I want them to know they were wanted from the very beginning, even though I was scared.”
