Mountain Desire (Wild Mountain Men 3)

I could see his wicked grin. “Just grab hold of my hair, sugar, and I’ll figure out what you like when you start tugging.” He didn’t wait a second longer. Leaning forward, he licked up my seam. I gasped and did as he said, tangling my fingers in the soft strands. “You’re dripping wet. You love this, don’t you?”

I could deny it, but he knew the truth. They both did. I could barely focus as the cowboy ate me out with a diligence that was impressive. Tongue, lips, the graze of teeth, even fingers got into the action.

Shane tipped my chin to look at him, and I got lost in his black gaze. “I love your little sounds of pleasure, but I’m not sharing you with anyone but Finch.” He covered my mouth with his, swallowing all the gasps and moans.

Finch. The guy whose tongue was flicking across my clit. Whose finger was curling over my G-spot, which I hadn’t even known I had. It was like he’d hit a button that had me close to coming.

Two men. I’d never had such an assault on my senses. Four hands. Two mouths. And they still had their clothes on.

I had no idea I was so easy to arouse, but I came ridiculously quickly, ridiculously hard, my hands in Finch’s hair, holding him in place, my hips rocking into him as I reveled in the most incredible pleasure. Ever.

Shane kissed me, swallowing my cries.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Finch said as he kissed my thigh. “Sugar, you can let go of my hair now.”

My fingers unclenched, and I laughed as Finch stood. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and I could see my arousal glisten on his lips and beard. The two of them worked my panties and jeans back into place.

Someone came around the barn, breaking the spell between us. All we could make out was the guy’s silhouette against the party lights, but he paused when he saw us, mumbled an apology and turned around.

It was enough to make me realize I was getting chilled, that the rum had worn off some. Holy shit, that had been some sample.

What would it be like if we were actually indoors, in a bed? Naked? That while I’d had the best orgasm of my life, I realized how insane it was. Crazy.

There was that word again.

“We should get back to the party. It’s too cold to take things further,” Shane said, tucking my hair back over my shoulder. I wore a knit hat, but I had left my hair long.

“I want a bed for what I want to do to you,” Finch added, taking hold of my hand and kissing the knuckles. “If you liked the sample, that is.” His grin was of self-satisfaction, knowing his oral skills were incredible.

As we came around the old barn and rejoined the party, I worried everyone was staring at me, that they could tell what we’d done. Ridiculous, unless they’d heard me come. No, impossible, or at least I hoped.

I did a quick scan. Poppy was dancing. Nix and Kit were with Donovan skating.

It was obvious how tight they were, how in love. I’d never said a word about any relationships with him. Being cops and partners, we were close, but not that close. Besides, I didn’t have any kind of love life to share. I still didn’t because what Shane and Finch had done to me wasn’t love. It was sex. Almost sex. A sample. I’d made it clear I wasn’t looking for a relationship, and they were fine with that. Hell, they’d offered themselves to me.

And had certainly done so. I’d gotten off. They hadn’t.

I wasn’t a prude. Obviously I was fine with my sexuality if I let two guys have their way with me, but it wasn’t me. I hadn’t slept with a man in years. Four, to be exact. And not just sex. Kissing. Making out. Whatever we’d done behind the barn. I’d been man-free all this time. One party and a little liquor and I was close to changing that.

From what I could tell, Shane and Finch were nice guys. While Shane was Poppy’s brother, they seemed to really get along, to have a close relationship. She seemed to like Finch, too. I had no doubt she’d give us getting together two thumbs-up. Still, nice or not, I didn’t want a relationship—not that I thought an orgasm constituted one—on top of everything else right now. Murder and multiple men in my life didn’t mix.

“I… I should go.” I’d gone a little wild. Forgotten about work. About the case. About steering clear of men. Even though my body hummed and my muscles felt like pulled taffy, I had to keep my head on straight. One incredible orgasm and I was considering more.

Shane and Finch turned to face me, to block out the party with their big bodies. “What? Now?” Finch asked.

I could see him clearly. The light brown hair that peeked out beneath his cowboy hat. The tanned skin, the strong jaw that was covered in a closely shaved beard. The concern and lingering heat in his eyes. I tilted my head back to meet his eyes.

“This isn’t me,” I practically pleaded. “I don’t tell guys I’ll go for a no-strings fling.”

Shane and Finch glanced at each other, then back at me. “This is you,” Finch said.

I pushed at him because I wasn’t going to be patronized, but they wouldn’t let me by. They didn’t know me, know what was in my head.

“With us, you’re like this. Hot, responsive,” he added.

“It’s fucking incredible that we could see you like that, that you trusted us enough to give in to what’s between us,” Shane said.