Ten Mountain Men's Baby (Love by Numbers 9)

I opened my eyes.

Holly was laid out on the floor atop a plush quilted blanket. Her legs were spread wide. Ted was kneeling before her, his mouth nipping at the inside of her legs as he made his way up to her exposed pussy.

Brock knelt beside her. His hands caressed her from her neck down her chest to her belly. She had her hand on his cock, and he pumped his hips in rhythm to his caresses.

Gannon knelt behind her. He brushed her hair and massaged her scalp while she took his cock and placed it against her lips. The tip of her tongue ran up and down his long shaft.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Owen coming over to me.

“You need one?” he asked, extending his hand to reveal a condom.

I shook my head. “No, you guys go ahead.” But hurry up! I’m going to explode.

Owen walked back over to Holly and the boys. He stood over Brock and watched him work his tongue between and around her labia. Owen stroked himself calmly and continued watching as Brock lapped her pussy greedily and kissed and nipped around it. Owen put the condom on his stiff erection then he kicked his brother lightly on his side.

Brock turned and looked at him. “Hang on. One more minute.” Then he went back to her pussy and wrapped his thirsty mouth around it.

Fuck! I can’t hold on another minute.

I closed my eyes and tried to remember how many home runs Babe Ruth had hit in his career. I couldn’t recall, but scrolling my mental index for baseball statistics was enough of a distraction to stop me from reaching my climax.

I opened my eyes, and Brock was getting to his feet. He stepped out of the way. Holly looked at him and whimpered. Owen got on his knees. He took her leg, lifted it, and pulled it across her body.

Holly lay with the top of her shoulders flush against the blanket yet turning to her side at the hips, showing the small of her back and her ass. Owen eased his cock into her.

Holly and I gasped together.

Owen straddled her from the side. He pumped. She threw her head back and moaned. Gannon cupped his hand under her chin. Owen pumped her hard and fast.

Holly wiggled her head free from Gannon’s hold. Her mouth found his finger, took it between her teeth, and bit down.

Brock leaned in, put his cock against her heaving breast, and sprayed her chest with come.

I closed my eyes again. But I couldn’t fight it anymore. I came.17HollyLying on a blanket, stark naked, I propped my head up and watched the flickering fire cast dancing shadows on my sweat-streaked belly. I spread my legs apart and touched myself, still feeling the phantom thrusts against my pelvis.

Gannon brought me a glass of water. I thanked him but refused the drink. I didn’t want anything to wash away the taste of their lips, not just yet.

Miles had resumed playing the guitar, a softer, slower tune this time, one that perfectly fit the exhaustion and the lethargy of the room.

“Are you hungry?” Lawson asked me. “I could make you an omelet. We’ve got bell peppers and mushrooms.”

“Thanks. I’m not hungry.”

I laid my head back down and watched the shadows dance on the ceiling.

Ryker came and sat beside me. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’m in a dream,” I said. “It’s all so surreal. I still feel hands on me.” I glanced down the length of my body. “Look. My legs are quivering.”

“Are you cold?”

I shook my head. “No. I feel warm, actually. Not too warm. It’s perfect.”

He ran his fingers through my hair, straightening it and delicately working out the tangles.

I turned my head to look at him. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Very much. Did you?”

I looked back up at the ceiling. “Very much.”

“Sharing is caring.” He touched me lightly on the cheek. “And I do care so much about you, Holly.”

I took his hand from my cheek and held it against my chest. “Are you tired?”

“Very much.”

I kissed the back of his hand. “Come, lie down with me. Let’s get some sleep and dream together.”I awoke with Ryker lying on my left, his head resting on my shoulder. Lawson was lying on my right, his head resting against my hip. I patted him on the head. He stirred and murmured, then settled himself back against my thigh. With blankets covering the windows and no light from outside getting in, it was impossible to tell what time it was, morning, afternoon, or perhaps even the following evening.

Will and Owen sat by the fire, their backs to me.

“Will, Owen.”

They turned in unison. With the fire between their faces in the background, I was presented with a kaleidoscope-like picture of two identical images of dark-haired, dark-skinned beauties. Am I still dreaming?