“Let me in, sweetheart. Open that virgin hole up. Good girl. You wanted both of us. You wanted us not to hold back. This is us, Sam. Fucking you. Loving you.”
He slipped past the tight ring and I whimpered. Two dicks were in me. Two big dicks. Mac pulled back, pushed forward, in slow, controlled in-and-out motions until he was all the way in.
“Oh my God,” I said.
Hardin lifted his head, kissed me.
“Now we fuck, baby.”
I felt them. Front and back. Inside me. Surrounding me. Me! The clueless virgin.
But that wasn’t me any longer. I was Sam Smyth, their woman. I wasn’t frigid. I was wild. Passionate.
“Now we fuck,” I repeated.
They began to move then, not holding back. Mac’s hand settled on my shoulder as he held me in place to fuck me. He pulled all the way back, then pushed in deep. Not hard, for my ass wasn’t truly designed for things going in, but God… it felt… so fucking good.
Hardin lifted and lowered me, hands on hips, to fuck me deep. They alternated their motions, their dicks working me over.
I closed my eyes, let them hold me up, move me, use me.
My clit rubbed against Hardin, and I came once. Twice. A third time. I screamed the first, begged the second for it never to stop, then had no voice for the third.
They were insatiable, their sexual stamina impressive. They didn’t come until I was a sweaty, sloppy, sated mess between them. Hardin came on a growl, his fingers most likely leaving bruises on my hips. Mac held himself deep, and I felt the heat of his cum as it filled me.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Mac slipped out and I whimpered. Hardin rolled so I was on my back. He pulled out as well, and I felt their cum slip out, coat my pussy, mark not only me but the sheets beneath me.
I’d have to think about how we didn’t use protection later. My doctor brain should be yelling at me now, but I couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but bask in the soreness, in the endorphins. A warm, wet cloth cleaned me, and I was quickly tucked between the two of them. Two hard bodies surrounding me, caressing me. Whispering words of love in my ear.
I had two men who loved me. Who wanted me. Needed me.
I was considered a genius, my brain filled with s
o much knowledge. Yet I realized in this moment, life was simple. There was only one thing to learn.
Love was all that mattered. With that one bit of knowledge, that they loved me and I loved them in return, life was perfect.
Ready for the conclusion to the Wild Mountain Men series? Read Mountain Danger!
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Eve Miranski has spent weeks trying to find a killer who's roaming free in Cutthroat. She's also working hard to protect her battered heart from two alpha cowboys who aren't making it easy. Yeah, two. After they meet at a holiday party, Shane Nickel and Finch Anderson have made it clear to Eve they're interested in one thing. Her.
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He might be the son of a movie star, but Shane Nickel's content living out of the spotlight. When he meets the stubborn detective, his protective instincts kick in. He should let her go, find a woman whose work doesn't require a gun and handcuffs (although he can think of some fun uses for the handcuffs) and not tasked with hunting down a murderer. His heart—and other parts of him—want Eve.
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As a forest ranger, Finch Anderson spends more time in the wilderness than in town. That suits him just fine, until he meets Eve and everything changes. He wants her, wants everything he never thought he could have, but how can a felon and a feisty detective get along?
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The men's doubts won't matter when new evidence in the Erin Mills case is discovered and the identity of the murderer is revealed. The only thing they'll have to worry about is keeping Eve alive because the killer won't be caught without a fight.
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