Mountain Danger (Wild Mountain Men 4)

I laughed because clearly they weren’t bothered that I had. “I… um, well.”

“Everything okay?” Hardin asked, stroking his beard. “Rough day at the hospital?”

I blinked. “You’re asking about my day?”

“Yeah. Your job probably has some tough moments.”

No one had checked in on me before. Hardin’s concern made me feel good. It also made me feel like crap because it made me realize how alone I’d been.

“Today was fine. No major issues or deaths.” He asked after my workday. I wasn’t telling them about the break-in. Not now. They’d freak and I wanted sex, not a fire drill. I wanted to forget about it, at least for a little while. I cleared my throat and pushed my glasses up. “The definition of a promise is an assurance that one will do a particular thing or that a particular something will happen.”

Mac’s lips twitched. “And what was promised, sweetheart?”

“Sex. Today.”

“Not here,” Hardin said, lifting his arm to indicate the service bay.

“Yes, I’m sure there would be a number of insurance infractions,” I said. “Is that an office back there?” I pointed to the door where Mac had been.

“Yes,” he replied.

“A desk will work.” I headed that way.

Hardin laughed. “No woman should have her first time in the back of an auto shop.”

I stopped in the doorway, took in the typical desk and file cabinets, but I zeroed in on an old leather couch. The scent of motor oil tinged the air. It wasn’t romantic, but I wasn’t one for romance. I was a realist, and this was as real as it was going to get.

Me. Two guys. One couch.

“A woman should have her first time anywhere she wants,” I countered.

Hardin came into the room. His gaze raked over my face. “You’re serious.”

I nodded.

“Don’t you want a bed? Soft sheets? It’s probably going to hurt a little.”

I glanced down at the front of his pants. “If your dick’s anything like Mac’s, I’m sure it will. But you were referring to the tearing of my hymen.” I waved my hand in the air. “That’s long gone.”

Mac leaned against the open doorway. “If you’re a virgin, how’d that happen? Horseback riding?”

I laughed. “I’ve never ridden a horse before, and during my OB/GYN rotation, that never once came up in conversation. Although I guess being in Cutthroat, it’s more of a possibility than downtown Boston.”

Mac pushed off the doorframe and stalked over to me. He tipped his chin down to study me closely. “All right, sweetheart. Tell me how you got that pussy all ready for our dicks.”

“I purchased a variety of sex toys.”

Hardin tipped his head back and laughed. “You did a scientific study of masturbating?”

I shook my head. “No, sexual gratification.”

Mac made a funny sound in the back of his throat just before he kissed me. Long, hard. Deep. “I think your study is incomplete, don’t you?”

I blinked a few times when he lifted his head. “Definitely. What you did this morning was exponentially better than anything I’ve ever done alone.”

“I heard about that. I’m fucking jealous,” Hardin grumbled.

Mac’s fingers went to the zipper on my jacket, slid it down. “Hardin, lock up. And hurry back. It’s your turn to add to the doc’s scientific research.”