Mountain Danger (Wild Mountain Men 4)

Hardin took one into his mouth, sucked. Her hands went instantly to his hair, gripped hard.

She gasped. He groaned. I stared, undid the button on my jeans, slid down the zipper to give my dick some room to breathe.

He played with one breast while he licked and nipped, sucked and tugged on the other. Back and forth he went until she was writhing and moaning. Her responsiveness was the biggest fucking turn-on.

He pulled back, glanced up at Sam. “I want to play with them some more. Later. Now you ride my face.”

She frowned. Hardin glanced up at me and I nodded.

Reaching around her waist, I tugged at the drawstring on her scrub pants, got them off her, held her as she toed off one sneaker, then the other.

“Just as we thought, your panties match your bra,” I commented, taking in the way the lace covered her heart-shaped ass.

“Take them off,” Hardin told her as he turned and leaned back, resting an elbow on the couch.

She didn’t hesitate to work them off until she was bare.

Hardin scratched his beard as he took her in, but only for a few seconds. With a speed a big guy like him shouldn’t have, he grabbed her hand and tugged her toward him. He fell back onto the couch so he was lying upon it. One foot was up on the seat cushion, knee bent, the other foot on the floor.

“Hardin!” she cried as he easily maneuvered her so she straddled his chest.

“I can feel how hot and wet your pussy is. Get it up here.”

“Where?” she asked.

He licked his lips, then lifted her again so she hovered over his face.

“Here.”

He pulled her down so he had his mouth on her.

“Oh!” she cried, and he went to town, eating her out.

One hand slapped on the back of the couch, and she began to writhe, moving her hips over Hardin’s face.

I reached in, pulled my dick out and gripped the base as I watched her come. Hardin was skilled, and Sam was fucking responsive. My balls ached as I watched her tip her head back, mouth open as she cried out. Her tits thrust as her back arched.

She was so fucking gorgeous.

And all ours.

When she finally quieted, Hardin settled her back onto his chest again, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “So fucking sweet. I’d say you’re ready for our dicks now.”

She didn’t speak, only nodded.

Hardin turned his head to look at me. “Condom.”

We kept a box in the filing cabinet. Why? I had no idea until now. I grabbed a long strip, dropped it onto the desk, tore one off and tossed it to Hardin. He caught it midair and ripped the foil open.

“Look what you do to Mac,” Hardin said.

Sam’s gaze was affixed to my dick, just as it had been back in the ER. Instead of being a whole fuck-ton surprised as she had then, she was looking at it like a well-paid hooker. Like she wanted to suck it down and fuck it hard. Since she’d never done either before, I knew her expression was genuine. And if that didn’t make me blow like Old Faithful…

“She’s seen it like this before, haven’t you, sweetheart?”

Nodding, she looked down at Hardin. “I want to see you, too.”

He didn’t even blink, just hoisted her up again and moved her back so she straddled his thighs. “Take it out.”