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Keep reading for the Valentine’s Day Bonus Scene from Shared by the Cowboys.
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Valentine’s Day Bonus Scene- Shared by the Cowboys
JOELLE
The smell hits me before I even open the bedroom door. Someone is making something buttery and delicious. My stomach growls on instinct, but it’s not just the food making my body hum. It’s the sound of their low voices and unbridled laughter.
“I said heart-shaped, not butt-shaped,” Caleb grumbles.
“It’s upside down, you coot,” Wade fires back.
I check on baby Caleb, who’s still sleeping, then descend the stairs, laughing to myself at their brotherly banter. I step into the doorway and lean against the frame, one hand on my bump, the other brushing my messy hair off my face. I’m wearing a new red satin slip that’s clingy and soft, hoping it might make this Valentine’s Day special for them too. Something that says I’m still theirs, growing belly and all.
“Please tell me you didn’t burn down the kitchen trying to be romantic.”
They both turn. Caleb’s in flannel pajama pants that hang low on his hips, shirtless, with his hair mussed like he just got out of bed. Wade’s already dressed for the day, in snug jeans, boots, and a black tee that shows off all his delicious muscle, but there’s flour on his jaw like war paint. My mouth is already watering, and I haven’t even seen what’s for breakfast.
And when they see me, everything in the room goes still.
Wade’s eyes darken. Caleb gives me that sweet, crooked grin that always makes me melt.
“I think our Valentine’s gift just arrived,” Caleb says, stalking toward me to plant a soft kiss on my lips.
“Lookin’ hotter than a wildfire, darlin’,” Wade drawls. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” He flips a pancake with surprising finesse and nods toward the table. “Sit your pretty ass down and get ready for our love feast.”
“Is that what we’re calling it?” I laugh.
“How about Pancakes of Pleasure?” Caleb asks.
I groan. “I think I prefer love feast.”
I watch as they work together to assemble a plate for me, bickering over the best presentation. Caleb places it in front of me with flair. I gaze down at the three lopsided heart-shaped pancakes, stacked high, dripping in maple syrup, and studded with strawberries and blueberries.
“This looks delicious,” I say, trying not to melt at the hopeful expressions on the faces of my two rugged cowboys.
Wade grunts. “We followed a recipe. They should be edible.”
Caleb rolls his eyes. “Way to sell our efforts, bro.”
They bicker over syrup ratios and how long to whisk batter while I dig in, humming around my first bite like it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever tasted.
“You know,” I say, licking syrup off my thumb, “this might be the best Valentine’s I’ve ever had.”
Wade leans down, brushing his lips against my ear. “We’re just gettin’ started, pretty girl.”
Caleb clears his throat behind me. “You’ve got syrup on your cheek.” Before I can wipe it, he’s already bending down, mouth brushing my skin in a slow, warm way that has my whole body heating.
The air shifts.
Wade drops into the seat next to me, his lips twitching.
“I think she’s got some… here, too.” His fingers slide under the hem of my slip, brushing the curve of my bare thigh. “Better double check.”
I gasp, as Caleb catches my jaw and kisses me with slow slides of his tongue, while Wade’s hand moves higher, brushing the soft cotton of my panties.
“Y’all are ridiculous,” I gasp, breath catching in my throat, as need pools low and heavy.
Caleb nuzzles my neck. “We made you breakfast.”
“Which I haven’t eaten yet,” I point out.
Wade’s voice is low and gravel-thick. “You’re our breakfast, Joelle.”
“Valentine’s Day challenge,” Caleb murmurs against my lips. “You eat while we eat.”
Wade slides under the table, gripping my hips and dragging me forward. Before I can pick up my fork again, he’s pushed my panties aside and buried his face between my thighs.
Oh. My. Goodness.
Caleb kisses a trail down my neck, sliding the thin strap of my satin slip from my shoulder, and latching onto my breast. He looks up at me, his hooded eyes molten as he flicks my nipple with his tongue. “Eat, Joelle.”
I don’t know how I’m supposed to concentrate on Valentine’s pancakes when my two sexy cowboys are making me their breakfast, but I’m up for the challenge.
The rest of our Valentine’s morning is sticky, sweet, and sexy, just the way I like it.
(c) Stephanie Brother 2026
Wishing you a very happy Valentine’s Day.
Steph xxx
