Mountain Desire (Wild Mountain Men 3)

I moaned, arched my back at his words. I could imagine it. Between both of them, being taken.

“She likes that idea,” Finch growled. “Just got wetter.”

“I’m going to come.” I was. I did. All from dirty talk and a skilled dick. How had I missed out on man-induced orgasms my whole life?

“Fuck, me too. Too good going bare.” Finch thrust deep one last time, filled me. When he pulled back, the hot rush of cum slipped out. I’d never felt that before, his hot release coating me.

He sat back, looked down, saw it. “That’s hot as fuck.”

Shane shifted up onto his elbow and looked between my legs as Finch moved away. Instinctively I pulled my knees together, but his hand stopped me. “Oh no. Let’s see your pussy. All nice and fucked.”

I flicked my gaze up to Shane as his finger ran through my folds, feeling Finch’s cum and my arousal.

“Your turn,” I said, ensuring he didn’t feel left out. I had two men, and while big and brawny, they needed equal attention.

He lowered his head and kissed me. And kissed me. And kissed me some more as he slid into me, eased by Finch’s cum. He didn’t take his time as Finch had, but took me hard, fast with wet, breathy, flesh-slapping-flesh sounds filling the air.

It was perfect. Dirty. Messy. Skin to skin. We came together that time, and all through the night.

“Don’t kiss me,” I muttered. “I’ve got morning breath.”

The soft nuzzle of Shane’s nose brushed over my cheek, and his lips settled on my ear, kissing it and working down my neck. He smelled like mint and the soap from the shower.

I was barely awake, content snuggled beneath the heavy blanket. Earlier Finch had stirred me long enough to tell me he had to go. Ranch chores. I had no idea what time it had been, but it had been dark out. Now the soft haze of a winter morning came through the window of Shane’s bedroom.

“There are other places I can kiss,” he murmured, pulling the blanket and sheet down off my bare body. “If I remember, you liked my mouth on your nipples, the curve of your hip.”

I yanked the blanket back up, instantly awake. While the room wasn’t cold, it wasn’t as warm as under the covers. “Don’t you dare!” I gripped the edge of the comforter in a death grip.

“What, you don’t like my mouth on your pussy? Last night you screamed about how much you liked it.”

I grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it. When I pulled it back, it hit the wall above the bed, and I heard the framed print slide. I glanced up, opening one eye. Seeing that all I did was knock it askew, I shut it again and dropped the pillow beside me.

“I need to up my multivitamin to keep pace with you two,” I grumbled and looked at him. He stood beside the bed, his hair still damp from the shower, and he wore his ranger uniform. He smiled.

“God, you’re one of those perky morning people, aren’t you?”

“Sure am.” He winked.

I groaned, rolled onto my side and rubbed my face against the pillow. “I’m not. My pussy’s not awake.”

His hand slid beneath the covers, cupped me. “I can wake it up.”

I wasn’t exactly awake, but I was eager. His hand was magical, knew just how to touch me. Gently, so very carefully at first, as if he knew I might be a little sore. In less than a minute, I was writhing, ready. “I love the feel of our cum in you. Knowing we’ve kept you well

fucked.”

God, the words out of his mouth. I pushed the blanket off, and he set a knee on the bed. He undid his belt and opened his uniform pants, pushed them down just enough to pull out his cock.

I lifted my hand to stop him. He frowned down at me. I hadn’t rejected him before. I wasn’t now, but I needed a moment. “I have to brush my teeth. I can’t kill you with morning breath.”

He grinned, stroking his cock and eyeing every inch of me at the same time. “Like I care.”

“I do,” I grumbled. I was aroused, but I was sticking my ground. This thing between us was new, and I wasn’t driving him away by my funky breath. I climbed from the bed—the opposite side of where Shane stood—and dashed into the bathroom.

“Hurry, Eve. I don’t give a shit about something like that,” he called.

I speed brushed, then returned, found him sprawled on the bed, his hands behind his head. Waiting. A man in uniform with his dick out. Holy shit, he was hot.