Mountain Desire (Wild Mountain Men 3)

FINCH

Fuck, she was incredible. Feeling her come on my mouth the night before was so much different than watching now. Sure, it was a little weird to watch two people going at it, but it was Shane and Eve. It didn’t turn me off, only made my dick even harder.

The ability to observe, to see the way Eve’s skin flushed a pretty pink, the way her nipples hardened after I’d removed her heavy layers of clothes. The way her mouth opened on a gasp. The sight of her legs thrown over Shane’s back.

She was passionate and held nothing back. Not from me the night before—and we’d been behind a barn where we could have been discovered—or now, sprawled out on my bed.

Maybe that was why I was so content. She was in my bed. I’d never had a woman here before. I’d never snuck a girl in when I was a teenager, not with my dad’s room right down the hall. Once I had the house to myself, I still kept this place off-limits. My sanctuary of sorts. Sure, I fucked. But either at the woman’s place or a locked bathroom at a bar or even the supply closet at the seed and feed.

I’d never wanted a woman here. Until now.

She looked right, her dark hair a wild tangle across my blanket. Her hands gripping the down as if she might fly away. Later I’d be able to breathe in her scent, know she was mine.

She was. She just didn’t know it yet.

“Are you just going to stroke that thing or put it in me?”

I blinked, realized I’d been staring at her, feeling so fucking pleased with myself that I was going to fuck her that I got distracted from actually fucking her.

I didn’t say anything, just went to the nightstand and grabbed an unopened box of condoms. I pulled out a strip, tore one off and dropped the rest on the bed.

“Not getting in you until I keep you safe,” I said, rolling the condom down my length.

Shane stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Decide how you want to be fucked, sugar. I can grab your ankles and sit them on my shoulders and slow fuck you to come again. Or you can flip over and I can pound you from behind nice and deep.”

“How about both?” she asked.

I couldn’t help but grin. “Fuck, yeah.”

Moving to stand between her parted knees, I did just as I said and took hold of her ankles and set them on my shoulders. I was too tall to get right in her, so I leaned forward, setting a hand on the bed by her hip. Her knees bent and were up by her tits.

I took a second to ensure bending her this way worked for her. She didn’t wince or pull her legs down, only lifted her hips so her pussy bumped against the head of my dick.

Gripping the base, I lined up and pressed into her in one long, slow stroke. I watched as her pussy lips parted around me, how she stretched open to take my width and her inner walls milked and clenched, adjusting to how deep I could go.

“Sugar,” I growled.

“Why aren’t you moving?” she asked on a breathy pant as she tried to roll her hips. It took me deeper and I groaned. Sweat beaded on my brow, and my balls drew up with the need to come.

Fuck, she felt so good. Hot, wet, tight. So incredible.

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” I pulled back so just the head was opening her up, then plunged deep.

“Yes,” she cried.

That was the one word I wanted to hear. I took her hard, fast. I was too far gone, her pussy too perfect. Her breasts were small, but they bounced each time I slapped my hips against her ass.

I was going to come, but not until I pleased her. Eve came first. I pulled out with a hiss, grabbed hold of her ankles and rolled her onto her stomach.

“Crawl up, sugar. Show me that ass.”

She looked over her shoulder at me. Gorgeous. Her hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed. Her lips were parted, and her breasts bounced with her ragged breaths.

“Hang on, I want in on this.”

I hadn’t paid Shane any attention, but he was naked now, his dick hard and curved up to bump his belly. It was already covered with a condom. He dropped onto the bed, head on the pillows. He curled a finger, and Eve crawled up and over him.