Page 25 of Rope Me, Cowboys

He stood and adjusted that huge cock inside his jeans. I couldn’t help but stare. And salivate. With a grin, Sawyer leaned down to pat my hip. “You got me warm, too,” he said with a grin. “I better go take a shower.”

Without another word, he turned and trotted up the stairs.

I rolled onto my back and groaned, throwing my arm over my eyes. It was still dark out, which meant there was no earthly reason for me to be awake. Except that I was horny as fuck and surrounded by three hot as hell cowboys who were off limits. I groaned again.

“You okay there, Princess?”

I uncovered my eyes to see Waylon standing over me with a smirk on his face.

“I don’t know, Cowboy,” I said, standing with my back to him and dropping the blanket from my shoulders. My hair fell in tangles down my back, but I turned and gave him a meaningful look over my shoulder. “Am I?”

His face was blank and hard. “I’d like those back when you’re done with them,” he said, nodding at his pants.

“I’m done with them,” I said. They were sliding down my hips anyway. I just gave them a little help, hooking my fingers in the band and pulling them slowly down to my ankles, bending over as I did so. I stepped out of them, gathered them up, and turned to give them to Waylon. His face remained hard, his eyes black as midnight, his jaw clenched. I strolled over, picked up his hand, and pushed the pants into it. “Thanks for taking such good care of me,” I said, standing on tiptoes to brush a kiss across his cheek.

I darted up the stairs, a hysterical giggle building in my throat. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that! I blamed it on Sawyer for leaving me horny and the darkness for making me bold. It always seemed like whatever happened after dark didn’t count, that it wasn’t me. I could take too many shots of tequila or get sick out the door of a cab or make out with a club owner I’d never met. I could sneak a pint of ice cream out of the freezer and eat the entire thing while watching reruns of Community in worn-out sweatpants. If it happened in the dark, it seemed detached from the person I was in daylight.

At the top of the stairs, I took two steps and ran into a wall—a hot, steamy wall of muscle. I shrieked in surprise at the full-body collision, every inch of my bare skin connecting with every inch of his. Bouncing off, I did my best to steady myself while Holden gaped openly at me. The hallway was dark, lit only by one bedroom door standing open behind me. But once my eyes adjusted, I could see that he was stark naked, too. Steam curled up from his skin, still damp from a hot shower.

“I’m sorry,” he stammered.

“Wow,” I blurted out. I’d never seen so much skin, and it was glorious. Every muscle in his body was well-defined and bulging. Chill bumps covered his skin from the chilly air in the hallway, and his dark nipples were hard. I’d never wanted to touch something so bad in my life. Before I could think up a good excuse, I reached up and ran my fingers across the expanse of one of his massive pecs. My fingertips grazed one of his erect nipples, and we both sucked in a breath at the same time.

My eyes traveled down his sculpted torso, his narrow hips, to the dark patch of hair around his cock, which had begun to stir. I couldn’t tell for sure, but once it was hard, it might be even bigger than Sawyer’s. I gasped at the thought, biting my lip as my eyes returned to his. A long, silent moment passed.

“I was just going—” I broke off, gesturing to my room behind him.

“Me, too,” he said, his eyes fixed on the open bedroom door behind me. “I just got out of the shower, and…” He stopped speaking, his throat working as his eyes drank me in like a man dying of thirst, finally quenched.

“I better go,” I said, edging around him. He flattened himself against the wall, as if frightened we might accidentally touch as we eased past each other. As soon as we’d switched places, I dashed to my room. Closing the door, I dove onto my bed, stifling a shriek in my pillow. I’d never been so humiliated, and excited, and giddy at once, and I just couldn’t contain it. Sometimes, you have to scream it out.

At last, I rolled over, grabbed my phone, and texted Haley. “Call me asap.”

The next minute, my phone rang. “What happened?” she demanded in lieu of a hello.

“I just ran into Holden,” I said. “Naked.”

“You do live together,” Haley said. “And they’re guys. My brother still runs around naked sometimes.”

“Your brother is an animal.”

“Okay, true,” she said. “But they just don’t know how to live with a girl anymore. They probably trot around naked all the time when you’re not there.”

I swallowed hard at the thought of them all walking around naked. Together. Oh God. I was seriously in deep.

“I was naked, too,” I admitted.

“You were not!” Haley squealed.

“I was,” I said, covering my face. “I ran upstairs naked, and he was getting out of the shower, and boom. Full-frontal connection.”

“Can I trade lives with you?” Haley sighed.

“Wait, why are you even up?” I asked, pulling my phone away from my ear to look at it. It was four-thirty in the morning. “Are you out partying?”

Haley yawned loudly. “No, I’m binge-watching Supernatural.”

“I’m jealous.”