Page 18 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Chapter 7
Tyler
Why couldn’t I just get her off my mind? This was absolutely absurd. She was just a woman, like every other woman who had come in and out of my life; nothing more, nothing less. Don’t get me wrong, I loved women. But to be this fucked up because of Genevieve being here for the past couple of days was ridiculous.
And to top it all off, I was hungry. There was freshly made jerky in the cupboard.
Lying on my back, I stared at the ceiling—debating. Until I heard voices. My brow creased as attempted to hear what was being said. After several minutes I gave up tying and sat up in bed. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep now, not with all the chitter-chatter.
The voices stopped as I sat up, but I knew it hadn’t been my imagination. Sliding off the bed, I got to my feet and stretched. Because of the pneumonia I’d slept more than I had in months and now that I was better, I was rested up as well.
Heading to the door, I hesitated before opening it. I hadn’t heard either of them moving around. What in the hell was going on out there? Chuckling to myself, I opened the door. Chances are they were just kicking back and enjoying the fire.
Stepping through the doorway, it only took a moment for my gaze to settle on my best friend and Genevieve on the sofa. Their bodies were entangled, and his lips were devouring hers. I immediately shifted my gaze to the fire.
What in the fuck do I do now? The question blew up in my mind as I watched them. A part of me was pissed. Why Brock? What made it that she wanted him and not me? As soon as the thought entered my mind, I forced it back. Sure, I’d been attracted to her, but that was it. It’s not like I’d laid claim on her and so she’d chosen him.
“Tyler, you’re up.” Brock’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. When I looked back to them, I could see the rosy glow on her cheeks and took notice of her heaving chest. Brock ran a hand through his disheveled hair.
“Yeah, got a case of the munchies.” I hooked my thumb toward the open doorway. “But, I don’t want to interrupt so I’m just going to…”
“No. You’re not interrupting.”
That’s when I caught onto the look in Brock’s eyes as he shifted his gaze from me to Genevieve and then back again. Nope. Hell no. We hadn’t done that in years. Besides, Genevieve didn’t come across as a woman who would entertain more than one man. Not a chance.
I looked back down at Genevieve who was still lying on her back on the sofa, her elbows behind her, keeping her up and pushing her breasts forward. Fucking enticing. But it could get weird, even if she was up for it. We were going to be trapped here for days whether things went well or not. Who knew how long it would be before we could get mobile and either get her to her own cabin or to town?
Looking deep into Genevieve’s eyes, there was a connection that flowed between us. It suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks that she just might be down for it. The revelation made me anxious, my pulse accelerating. I really didn’t know what to do and was paralyzed with indecision.
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Genevieve
I was both scared and thrilled by the situation before me. I didn’t miss the look that both men gave each other. I also didn’t misinterpret the way they were both looking at me, or the electricity that flowed between me and Brock. It wouldn’t surprise me if the chemistry between me and Tyler were the same.
But what should I do?
Just because I wrote about women being with two men didn’t mean I’d experienced it before. Not that I wasn’t curious about it. I was very curious, but at the same time it was an intimidating concept—especially with two men who were both sexier than anyone I’d ever been with before. But I’ll admit, Brock’s kisses—and the feel of his hard body—were blurring my state of mind and causing a deep-seeded need to grow within me. What would it hurt anyhow? Why couldn’t I just have a night, or several nights, of wild abandon?
“Join us,” The words came out of my mouth before I even knew what was happening. I was tempted to try and take the words back, but it wasn’t possible, mostly because I didn’t want to. Every part of me wanted this; the fear of the fallout of the three of us together couldn’t shake the need.
My gaze remained locked onto Tyler’s as Brock took my hand and pulled me up and into a seated position. Fuck the man was strong; his body hard and tight, the ultimate alpha male that I wrote about in my books. I turned my head to look up at Brock, who was straddling my waist as his lips came crashing down on mine.
Oh my God! I sighed inwardly. Do something wild for once in your life! A voice at the back of my mind screamed at me.
What could it hurt? I returned his kiss with enthusiasm, slipping my arms around his neck and pressing myself up against his broad chest. Parting my lips, his tongue slipped between them seeking out mine. As our tongues touched a jolt of pleasure raced through me causing my core to clench and my pussy to grow moist.
As the heat intensified between me and Brock, I felt Tyler come to kneel behind me on the sofa. Oh God! I tensed a minute. This was real, it was going to happen! Something I had written and fantasized about for years was finally going to happen.
Brock leaned against my back, sandwiching me between them, the heat from their bodies radiating through me. It was such a good feeling; it felt like I was being worshiped, by two amazing tattooed Gods. I smiled against Brock’s lips. My smile quickly disappeared, and I moaned when Tyler’s lips brushed the side of my neck, sending another tremor through me.
Breaking the kiss, I tilted my head and let it fall back against Tyler’s shoulder, giving him better access to the sensitive flesh at the base of my neck. The strength of the two men pressing against me was invigorating, turning my body into an inferno of need.
Brock’s hand slid down my side, grazing my breast before grasping the hem of my tank top. There was a moment’s hesitation before he began tugging the shirt up. My heart rate accelerated as my breasts, covered in a half-cup satin bra, became exposed to his gaze.
Tyler’s lips left my neck, causing me to groan in protest. Lifting my hands over my head, I allowed the tank top to be pulled up and over my head. Brock tossed the top onto the coffee table.
Slipping a hand behind my head, Brock lowered his lips to mine while urging me toward him. I accepted his kiss eagerly, feeling Tyler’s hands on my shoulders gently massaging the muscle and working his way down until he reached the clasp on my bra. The clasp sprang open and the bra loosened over my breasts, no longer offering its previous support.
