Page 17 of Claimed By the Cowboys

“Yeah. Bo couldn’t shut up about your lips. How sweet you tasted. How crazy you made him.”

The confession sends a rush of heat through me. They talked about me. Jensen hadn’t even met me, and he was already desiring me.

Bo’s hands slide beneath the hem of my top. “Let us take this off,” he murmurs. “Arms up.”

I obey before my brain can catch up. For once, I’m not overthinking or worrying. The relief I felt the last time I was with Bo begins to surface, warm and liquid, loosening my limbs and spinning my mind.

The top disappears. My bra follows. Cool air hits my breasts, tightening my nipples, but before I can succumb to self-consciousness, Bo’s callused hands cup me from behind, his thumbs circling my nipples until I whimper.

Jensen drops to his knees in front of me, pressing kisses down my stomach as he works my pants open.

“Look at you,” he breathes, with reverence and hunger. He peels my pants and underwear down my legs, groaning when he sees me. “So fucking pretty. These thighs, Brandy… Christ. I’m setting up camp right here… gonna live between them.”

Bo’s arm bands across my chest, holding me upright as Jensen hooks one of my legs over his shoulder. The first swipe of his tongue over my clit makes my knees buckle. Bo supports me easily, murmuring praise against my ear. “That’s it. Let my brother taste you. You don’t have to do anything, baby. Just feel.”

Oh, Lord. Hearing him describe it makes the physical sensation so much more intense.

I can do this, I think. I can let Bo guide me. I can let both these cowboys take control while I relax into their care and attention. I can let go of the ball of anxiousness that holds me hostage, day and night, and surrender to pleasure.

“So sweet,” Jensen breathes, reverence and hunger mixing in his voice.

Jensen eats me like a man on a mission with slow, filthy licks followed by tight suction on my clit. He moans against me, and the vibrations shoot straight through my core. My hands fly to his hair, and the thick dark blond strands slide through my fingers as I rock against his mouth.

I close my eyes and drift into pleasure and surrender, losing myself between two cowboys and in an experience I never imagined I’d be brave enough to have. I picture what we must look like as though I was a voyeuristic observer to our actions and my mind lights up like Fourth of July fireworks, sending ripples of sensation through me.

Bo pinches my nipples, rolling them hard enough to make me gasp. His voice against my ear brings me back to myself. “Good girl. Look how wet you are for us. Soaking my brother’s tongue already.”

As the moment builds around us, neither man rushes me. There’s no urgency in how they handle me, only patience. The realization settles deep beneath my skin. They aren't chasing an outcome so they can move on to taking their own satisfaction—they're paying attention to me. They’re putting me first.

I swallow around the lump that forms in my throat, determined not to let emotion ruin the moment. I can cry later over how good it feels to have my needs prioritized. For now, I have to relish it.

“There she is,” Bo says softly, voice gravelly with heat. “My pretty girl who needs to let go.”

The words wrap around me like a blanket. Somehow, he always knows exactly what I'm feeling before I say it aloud. Somehow, he sees the parts of me I spend most of my life hiding.

The words unravel me and I come hard, crying out as my thighs tremble and clench around Jensen’s head. He doesn’t stop, just gentles his tongue until the aftershocks fade, then kisses my inner thighs with a tenderness that shouldn’t feature in a one-night stand, so like his affectionate brother all of a sudden.

They move me to the bed like I weigh nothing. Bo lays me down in the center while Jensen strips, revealing an almost identical broad, muscled body to Bo’s.

I drink up the rope scars, tan lines, and a thick cock already leaking for me. Bo sheds his clothes too, then catches my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head. My breath hitches at the familiar restraint and the delicious click of surrender that softens my body with relief.

Jensen settles between my spread thighs, kissing up my body until he reaches my mouth. “You want Bo first, darlin’? Or you want Bo to hold you down while I fuck you nice and deep?”

“Both,” I whisper, shocking myself. “I want both of you.”

The admission should embarrass me. Instead, more relief floods through me. For once, I don't have to censor what I want. I don't have to make myself smaller or fit into the role that’s expected of me.

Jensen’s grin is wicked. “That’s our girl.”

Bo holds my wrists while Jensen wraps his dick and pushes inside me in one slow, relentless stroke. The stretch is perfect, and I moan as he bottoms out until his hips are flush against mine.

I gaze between us at where his body meets mine, drinking in the ladder of his abs and the pressure and stretch of him inside me.

“Fuck, Brandy,” Jensen groans, pressing his forehead to mine. “You’re so fucking tight and wet. You feel even better than Bo described.”

He starts moving in rolling thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside me. Bo watches us with lust-darkened eyes, murmuring praise the whole time. “Look at you taking his cock. So beautiful. Let him fuck you, sweetheart. Let him give you the pleasure you deserve.”

Jensen leans down and kisses me messily while he drives into me, one hand cupping my breast, and his thumb teasing my nipple. The pleasure builds so fast, it’s overwhelming. When Bo leans over and sucks my other nipple into his mouth, I shatter again, clenching hard around Jensen. He fucks me through it, groaning my name, then slows as I come down, kissing me softly.