Page 18 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

In my mind's eye, we are a tangle of limbs, four bodies moving as one. The brothers whispering their desire for me, promising that I’m theirs and only theirs. Together they take turns filling me until I can’t take it anymore.

My breath comes out in short gasps, and I arch my back upward.

“Oh fuck!” I moan.

I come undone, tension knotting and coiling in my lower belly before it unravels in an explosion of white-hot pleasure.

I whimper louder as I cum, my toes curling against the floor of my tent.

As my orgasm subsides, I catch my breath, panting heavily. I can't believe I just did that, fantasized about them, about our kisses and touches. The greedy, selfish part of me wants it to be real, to have them claim me as theirs.

I take a deep breath.

What is wrong with me? I’ve never had sex, let alone think about it with three massive dudes, who would probably break me.

I'm jolted back to reality by a twig snapping outside my tent. My heart pounds in my chest as adrenaline surges through me. I freeze, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

Was that just a deer? Or…

Quickly, I unzip my tent, and peer out.

SHIT!

Ben is standing there, holding two steaming cups of coffee.

My face burns red. I’ve been caught and the sheer embarrassment makes me want to curl up and die right then and there. Did he hear me? Does he know?

"I, um…didn't hear you come back." I stammer, fumbling to put on my shirt and a pair of shorts.

Ben's dark eyes dart from my flushed face to the tent floor and back to my face. "You were... um... busy," he says.

“I-I’m so sorry,” I stutter. Awkward and embarrassed as I am. My mouth is dry and I think I would have rather run into a wild, ravenous bear than be caught jacking off.

“I– uh, I brought you some coffee. Thought you might want some after your long day yesterday.” Ben says extending a long arm.

“Yeah…I like coffee.”

After slipping on my hiking boots, I take the cup from him, our fingers brushing slightly.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

He gives me a smile and neither one of us says a word to the other for a long while. He’s probably thinking I’m a weird freak. At least, I didn’t moan his name out loud, right? Or had I? I can’t remember.

“What’s the first step then?” he asks.

“First step?” I ask, in a feeble attempt to sound normal.

“With your research,” he clarifies, raising his eyebrows. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

“Oh, right. Sorry,” I mumble, my cheeks still on fire. “I was thinking of checking the cameras I set up yesterday. See if we’ve captured any footage of the lynx or anything else interesting.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he says, finishing his coffee. “Mind if I tag along?”

My insides knot up at his proximity. “Uh, no, I mean, yes, I mean–”

He chuckles. “It’s okay, girl scout. I’ve got your back.”

I scowl, staring at him and he laughs, a pleasant sound that helps break the tension and the nerves building within me.

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