cows. They’d said they were temporarily leaving the rodeo to spend more time with her, to protect her. She couldn’t understand why she was so sad, though.
Just as she lowered her head into her hands to sob her heart out, the triplets all gathered around her. Rhett held her from behind, and the horny little rascal pressed his typical, rock-hard erection against her backside. She doubted the blond man could ever go an hour without doing or saying something inappropriate, but her body loved that about him. She decided to ignore the way her throbbing pussy responded from the heat of Rhett’s hard cock. Instead, she allowed Sonny to come over and cradle her head into his broad, muscled chest.
“Shh,” Sonny whispered over her sobs. She could smell the fresh scent of his shampoo, and it provided a little comfort to the situation. “Just think, it will only be one night, kind of like Christmas, and then we’ll be here to give you all sorts of gifts from the Houston Galleria. How ‘bout that, darlin’? We still need to get you those tall white Western boots you’ve been begging for since the horse ride late last night.” Any time Sonny noticed she was upset over something, he was right there to point out the positive. Anything to make her smile, he’d say.
Levi, the last triplet, brushed her hair from her face to look into her eyes. “Yeah, baby, you remember how much fun that was, don’t you?”
She felt Rhett press his hard-on firmly against her ass as he groaned, and she knew he was remembering the horse ride as well as she was. She smiled as she thought about how the triplets had waked her up in the middle of the night after a long evening of dancing and drinking. Rhett had carried her to one of the mares while Levi and Sonny prepared the horses. She had ridden with Rhett, sitting in front of him while he finger-fucked her during the ride. While they had trotted around the vast ranch, the triplets had taken turns jumping from horse to horse as they rode side by side so that they’d each get their chance to play with her cunt using their masterful hands.
Scarlett took a deep breath and quickly ran her fingers through her brunette bob hairstyle. She made an effort to compose herself. She felt pained having her mates away from her, even if it was for a mere day and night. But she still wanted to come across as calm and collected. She didn’t want her men to think she wasn’t a strong woman.
She weakly managed to form a smile. “Don’t forget those boots, cowboys.”
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Once everyone had said their good-byes, Leo watched as Scarlett rested her forehead against the door frame after the last triplet had gone through. His insides twisted as he watched her shoulders tremble from her low, mournful cries.
This small woman was much more than just an average shifter mate. After she’d mated with all seven of them, they found out that their combined cum not only conjured memories, but also had developed the crescent-moon-shaped raised marking of a strawberry girl. Even better, hers ended up on her tongue. Being a strawberry girl made her very valuable, for she was the only mate of the current generation in the entire world who was able to produce human offspring. So now, not only were the men protecting her from her attempted murderer, they had to protect her from other jealous shifters who may be upset that they didn’t have a strawberry girl of their own.
Leo walked over and leaned down to be able to wrap his arms around her waist. The moment he touched her, Scarlett whipped her little body around and buried her head in his chest. Looking down at her, he smiled at the vision, tears and all. The borrowed shirt she wore swallowed her up. Since the day before, she’d been their barefoot, adorable little mate. She was just a shrimp compared to their six-foot-forever muscular frames.
“Shh, baby girl.” He didn’t know much about young women her age or how to behave at the sight of feminine tears. All
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