Page 227 of Mountain Men Heroes

Eeli flicked the phone off and tossed it on the bed. “Your brother,” he offered with a smirk. “I wonder how many times he’ll call before heading over here?”

“Yeah, let’s not find out. You better hurry and get your naughty asses to work already,” His brows shot up at my teasing and Dyson tossed a pillow at me from the other side of the room.

“Now you can go to work,” I said happily, my body purring with satisfaction.

“You sure you don’t have any other dirty tricks to try on us?”

“Wanna stay and find out?”

“Want your brother to come knocking on our door?”

My mouth twitched. “Fair point.”

Dyson leaned down and kissed me fast and hard and then Eeli followed suit before they both started to get ready for the day.

I tucked my hands under my cheeks and let my eyes drift closed as thoughts of what my two wild men just did to my body drifted through my mind.

And the last thought as I let sleep reclaim me—this was just the beginning of the three of us.

Ten

Dyson

My mind strayed to Clara for the millionth time since we walked through the door this morning. I’d felt itchy under my skin since we left her sleeping in our bed and well satisfied.

Fuck me. Just the thought of her lying there and all the things that had transpired when we woke up made my dick hard as hell. Touching her skin, her breasts, and having the sweet taste of her in my mouth, smeared over my cock...damn. I wanted more. A lifetime of more.

I’d been trying to think about how the three of us could manage this relationship. How it could work outside of the bedroom. But my mind returned over and over again to the vision of finally burying my cock inside her and watching Eeli do the same.

My eyes strayed to my open door. Trinity had managed to solve the problem Eeli and I had without ever really addressing it out loud. She’d had our offices built directly across from each other. The front walls had large windows with blinds across them. Neither Eeli nor I ever pulled our blinds when we were working in our own spaces, and we always kept our doors open. Being able to check in with each other while holding onto the picture of normalcy helped keep me from going over the edge the last few months.

I ran a hand over my short-cropped hair and sat back in my chair. As I moved, Eeli’s eyes came to me. He gave me a long searching look, tilting his head to the side in question. I shook my head.

Without having Clara held between us, the fucked up nature of this situation seeped back in. How could I hold onto her? How could I put her through what it would mean to be ours?

Two fucked in the head men who relied on the presence of each other to hold onto the threads of their sanity.

I tried to imagine what our lives would look like together. As long as we were cocooned in our cabin, things would be fine. But all of us had always been close to the members of our family and Clara’s family would never be okay with her living with Eeli and me.

I couldn’t begin to imagine how to make this work. As I thought of giving up Clara, a pain started in the vicinity of my heart. It speared through me, sharp and intense, leaving me feeling like I had a jagged gaping hole in my chest.

I gripped the arms of my chair fighting back the rage at even the thought of setting Clara aside.

A knock on my door brought my attention back there. I looked up and the air fled my lungs. Sawyer stood there, his brows pulled together in concern.

Shit, shit, shit. I hadn’t even begun to think of how Sawyer would feel about all this. Sawyer had saved my ass on more than one occasion. From the time we were kids, he was more family than not. How in the fuck would Eeli and I tell him that we wanted to claim his baby sister?

“Everything okay?” Sawyer asked, stepping through the door and moving to the side.

I sighed and rubbed a hand down my face. His movement was intended to discreetly give me unfettered access to Eeli. Sawyer and Mac had been trying everything in their power to manage the weird connection between Eeli and me.

And how did I repay him for being understanding when anyone else would have washed their hands of us? By trying to sully his baby sister in some kind of fucked up three-sided relationship with the man who shared my PTSD.

“I’m fine,” I managed to say. “Just tired. And you know how much I love paperwork.” I nodded to the pile of files Trinity left on my desk with a post-it stuck to the top threatening my life and limbs if I didn’t get things caught up.

Sawyer held my gaze for several long beats before he nodded, seemingly accepting my words at face value. The tightening of his jaw told me otherwise.

“You guys stay on the other side of the mountain last night?”

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