Mountain Desire (Wild Mountain Men 3)

“I… wow, this is intense. Maybe we should talk some more?” I asked. I’d never felt like this. So hot, so needy. So quickly. I was out of control. Hell, I had no control over my body, how they were making me feel. Both of them.

I was making out with two guys, and that was why this was insane.

I was crazy. I didn’t go to parties, drink, make out with strangers. Hot strangers. This was so unlike me, telling two guys I wanted no-strings sex. Wanted a sample.

Okay, I’d kissed guys before, but one guy at a time. And it had been a long time. Loooonnnnnggg. My self-imposed ban on men had held for years. Until now, until Poppy’s party. Until them.

The asshole I’d been with in the past hadn’t gotten me this hot in all the time we’d been together. Looking back—because I hadn’t recognized it at the time—it was the demeaning and cruel words that had never gotten me wet, and no wonder. I hadn’t been loved. I hadn’t even been lusted after. I’d been a “thing,” and I’d been made to feel worthless.

These two? I felt desired. Wanted. Safe. Finch and Shane were already to second base, and I could probably come if they kept it up.

I blamed this insanity on the hot rum flowing through my veins. On Poppy. On my desperate need for a break from the Mills murder case that had taken up all my time and brain power. Poppy had wanted me to have a night off, to forget about everything, even for a little while.

I was definitely doing that with two handsome cowboys. One dark, the other darker. One tall, the other broader. Both gorgeous. Virile. Manly. I was here willingly with them in this secluded spot. I’d asked for it. I’d wanted this, but God, it was hard to give in, to let go. My brain and my libido were at odds.

“You want to talk?” Finch murmured. “Sugar, we can talk all you want. Should we chat about politics?”

Shane huffed out a laugh but didn’t stop licking and nibbling at my neck.

“God, no,” I practically moaned, then angled my head to give Shane better access.

“You want to talk about how responsive you are?” Finch gave my breasts a gentle squeeze. “I want a turn with her mouth.”

I laughed at that. Finch, who was the size of a Viking, sounded like a toddler not getting his fair share with a toy.

Shane growled against my collarbone. “You’re feeling her up and you want her mouth, too?” That was a sound of possession, and it sent a thrill through me. He didn’t want to give me up

.

“Fine. She’s got other places to kiss.” The cowboy dropped to his knees in the snow. His big body pushed the other guy to the side, but Shane didn’t stop kissing me. “Don’t you, sugar?”

Finch’s hands went to my jeans, opening them and pushing them over my hips, taking my panties with them. My breasts tingled and I wanted my nipples tugged some more, suddenly lonely without his hands on me. The freezing air rushed over the bared skin of my hips, butt and wet center.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, glancing down. Finch took off his hat, set it beside him as he looked up at me. His eyes were dark, and I couldn’t miss the desire I saw there. He wanted me.

Shane lifted his head from my neck, his breath fanning against my damp skin. “You wanted a sample of what it would be like. Want him to eat your pussy?” he murmured. “Or did you get enough? We can go back to the party and talk, leaving you all wet and needy.”

I nodded, then shook my head, confused as to how to answer. Did I want a big, brawny cowboy to put his mouth on me and make me come?

Yes. Yes, I did.

Did I care that he was practically a stranger? Did I care I’d only talked and flirted with them for the past thirty minutes? That I’d forced him to Poppy’s floor and handcuffed him?

No, I didn’t care. My pussy didn’t care. I had no doubt he knew what he was doing, that I was going to get the most epic sample of his prowess. That he could give me the first man-induced orgasm I’d had in years.

Standing behind a barn.

I looked around but saw only darkness. I heard the soft sound of music coming from the party, the murmur of voices. A glow came around the corner from the strings of fairy lights. Anyone could find us. “Please don’t stop,” I told him.

Finch grinned. “Step nice and wide so I can get in there.”

I did as he said, although with my jeans around my thighs, I couldn’t move too far.

He took a deep breath. “Fuck, you even smell sweet. If you still feel like talking, you can tell me how you like it.”

I should have been embarrassed by their dirty talk, but I wasn’t. I was turned on. Wildly.

“I… it’s been a long time. I don’t know.” My breath escaped in hot little pants.