Mountain Desire (Wild Mountain Men 3)

Eve held my gaze, then looked to Finch. Then back. She nodded.

“We need the words,” I prompted.

She swallowed, licked her lips. “Yes. I want more like last—”

Before she could finish the sentence, I bent at the waist and tossed her over my shoulder to carry her to Finch’s bedroom.

“Cuffs in your bag, sugar?” Finch asked.

“Oh my God, you two are obsessed with those handcuffs,” she grumbled from upside down, then laughed.

“While we won’t use them this first time, they’re definitely coming out to play,” I promised.

EVE

Shane dropped me onto the bed. They stood side by side at the foot of it, staring down at me. I felt like prey that had been cornered, ready to be devoured. I’d been wet ever since they climbed from their truck on the side of the road. It seemed I had a thing for cowboys. Who knew?

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Finch said.

I had to agree with him because it was too warm in here. Finch’s bedroom screamed male. A huge bed for a huge man. Tan walls, lots of stained wood—floor, trim, furniture. A big window looked out over his ranch. A glass door was to the right of it, and while all I could see was snow, I assumed there was a patio buried beneath.

Shane tipped up his chin. “What color panties and bra do you think she’s wearing today?”

I looked back at the two of them. Jeans, flannel shirts, brawn that went on for miles. I’d only known them when they were together, so their combined scent was slightly woodsy but all male. Finch’s chocolate gaze raked over me. “Black.”

Shane licked his lips. “Let’s find out.” Leaning down, he grabbed an ankle and slid off one wool sock.

Finch took off the other.

I lay there and watched. I could take off my own socks. I could certainly undo the button on my jeans and slide down the zipper. The only help I offered was lifting my hips.

“I hope you got those panties on sale,” Finch said, his voice deep and grumbly.

I lifted my head and looked down my body. “Why?”

“Because it’s barely more than a scrap of satin.”

I bit my lip and tried not to smile. He sounded angry at the sight of my thong, but when I saw the thick outline of his dick through his jeans, I knew he was far from it. I was so thankful I’d shaved in the shower earlier. While I hadn’t thought I’d see Finch and Shane again, I was damned glad I’d put on my prettiest underthings this morning. By the looks on their faces, I’d be sure to wear only the raciest scraps of lingerie from now on.

Wait. That meant I wanted to please them. That meant I wanted more than just today.

Finch set a knee on his bed and tucked his big fingers into the ribbons that made the sides of my thong and slid them off. Just the feel of his knuckles brushing over my bare skin made me shiver.

He held up the panties, looking so small dangling from one finger, then tucked them into his shirt pocket. “Purple. My new favorite color.”

I was bare from the waist down. I didn’t

have time to feel awkward because Shane dropped to his knees, grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed, setting my legs over his shoulders.

I gasped and pushed up onto my elbows. “Shane!”

He was eyeing my pussy—which was right there in front of his face. He took a deep breath. “Yes?”

“What are you—”

“If you don’t know, then Finch wasn’t doing it right.”

“As if,” Finch grumbled. “She dripped all over my face when she came.”