Free How to Break a Cowboy by Daire St. Denis

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stay locked in his embrace, glued to the scene unfolding in front of us.
    Dallas’s gasp indicates penetration. Watching them is like
nothing I’ve ever seen before. The fierceness of Wade’s thrusts met with the
wild reaction of Dallas’s hips. The men cry out and grunt like they’re engaged
in a fistfight, not sex.
    “Have you ever seen Wade like this before?” I ask quietly,
finding comfort in Connor’s strong arms.
    “Only once,” he says softly.
    Glancing behind me, I look into his eyes. They’re flashing
with some burning intensity as he watches his lovers. It might be desire, I
don’t know, but it’s sure as hell potent.
    “Is this how he was the last time he was with Dallas?”
    Connor nods, never taking his eyes off the men grunting and
copulating like crazed animals.
    When Wade shouts out long and loud, I turn back to them.
He’s flush against Dallas’s hips, every muscle in his back and ass rock hard
with the tension of his orgasm. I can see Dallas’s hand moving rapidly and then
he grunts his release.
    “Holy fuck,” I whisper, rubbing my bare ass against Connor,
suddenly needing him inside of me.
    The need is soon forgotten, however, because Wade pulls away
from Dallas, grabs a towel from the floor and storms out of the room.
    I slide out of Connor’s arms, scoop my robe from a chair and
race barefoot after Wade. I don’t catch him until the Big House.
    “Leave me alone, Tess,” he says, trying to shut his bedroom
door in my face.
    “No way,” I say, stupidly shoving my bare foot between the
open door and the doorframe.
    Wade doesn’t see it and closes the door, slamming my foot in
the process.
    “Oh shit!” he cries when I shout out in pain and fall to the
floor, my bruised foot cradled in my hands.
    Wade scoops me up and carries me into his room, setting me
down on a chair beside the fireplace. He kneels in front of me and gently takes
my injured foot. “I’m so sorry, Tess.”
    I thread my fingers in his damp hair. “What are you sorry
for? This was an accident.”
    Without looking up at me, he rubs the instep of my foot.
“I’m sorry for everything. This weekend has been one big cluster-fuck.”
    “Hey,” I reach for his chin and tilt his head up. “I’ve
enjoyed the weekend so far.” I smooth the dent between his brows. “It’s you I’m
worried about.”
    “Me? You don’t need to worry about—”
    “Wade.” My voice is sharp. By the way his brows lift, I know
he’s surprised by my commanding tone. “You’re being an idiot. Don’t tell me not
to worry. Tell me why you’re being a jerk.”
    He shakes his head out from my grasp and stands. The way he
paces across the room confirms all the conflict he’s stored up inside.
    “Tell me why you’re torturing yourself.”
    With his hand wedged in his hair, he groans. “Did you see me
just now? Did you?”
    “Yes,” I say softly.
    “Did you see how fucking out of control I was?” He halts his
pacing right in front of me. “I can’t stand it, Tess.” Shaking his head slowly
from one side to the other he goes on raggedly, “I can’t stand losing it like
that.” He squeezes his eyes shut and holds his forehead. “I practically forced
him…”
    I push myself to my feet and limp right up to him. “If
Dallas didn’t want it, he would have stopped you.”
    “I don’t know, Tess. I don’t know.”
    “He loves you.”
    Wade throws his head back and groans.
    “You love him too.”
    His gaze is fierce and tortured and filled with misery and I
know I’m right. “Why are you making everyone, including yourself, suffer?” I
step closer and sweep my hands up his bare chest, rubbing him just above his
heart. “Just give in.”
    “I can’t.”
    Quietly, I say, “You can.”
    “You don’t know what it’s like.”
    “Yes,” I say, planting a gentle kiss between his pectoral
muscles, “I do. And if you don’t stop being stupid, you’re going to lose Connor
and Dallas both.”
    Something catches