Page 47 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

She tastes like honey and sunshine, her scent tantalizing. As our tongues intertwine, I can’t remember why anything about my family or the business matters. In this moment, all I want is her.

One hand cups her breast, and I can feel her nipple harden through the fabric of her shirt. She moans into my mouth, encouraging me to do more.

I'm more than happy to oblige, my other hand slides down her stomach, seeking out the waistband of Hank’s sweatpants.

I pull away.

“So, you’ve never?”

“No.” She answers before I can get the words out of my mouth.

I groan slowly, feeling my cock strain against my jeans, fighting to be released.

“You’re sure you want this?” I ask her one last time, even though I already know the answer.

She nods, and with that, I’m lost.

Reaching up, I tug on the hem of her shirt, my eyes never leaving hers as I expose her tight abdomen. Her skin is like warm silk against my calloused fingertips, as heated as mine.

"Trust me, Mac," I whisper against her ear, my voice low and rough with desire. Her response is a shaky breath, but she arches her back, giving me better access to her neck. Pressing soft kisses against her skin.

Soon, she's a puddle in my arms, her moans spurring me on.

With shaking hands, I peel the sweatpants down her long, toned legs, realizing she has no underwear on.

I stop for a moment, drinking her in. Her perfect body is on display for me.

My lips start at her ankle, working upward in slow, deep kisses.

Her scent is intoxicating, her taste even better. My fingers move with my mouth, inching upward to her inner thigh. I dip a finger into her slowly.

“How’s that?” I ask.

“Mmm, more,” she moans, arching her hips upwards. I smile into her skin, my cock harder than it has ever been in my life.

I oblige her, adding another finger and stroking her faster.

She's so responsive, and we haven't even started yet.

I remove my shirt, revealing the hard muscles I've earned from years of chopping wood. I fall back against her, and press my mouth to hers. My fingers move back to the wet slit between her legs.

Her whimpers are like music to my ears as she comes undone in my arms.

“That’s it, baby,” I coax, adding a third finger.

"Imagine it’s me inside of you.”

Mac moans louder, clawing at the sheets above our heads, and I know she’s close again.

“That’s it, just like that,” I murmur against her ear, my voice thick with desire. “Imagine my fingers are my cock, deep inside of you.”

I pick up the pace, my thumb rubbing circles around her clit as I plunge my fingers into her wet heat.

“Oh god, Ben, I’m gonna-” she pants out, her entire body tensing up.

I can feel her tighten around my fingers as she comes apart in my arms, her nails digging into my back.

"That was just the beginning," I whisper in her ear. Mac’s breath hitches as I leave a trail of kisses down her neck to her chest, her hands clutch at my hair.

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