Page 48 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

Suddenly, the door bursts open with a loud creak, throwing a strip of dim light into the room.

We break apart, and I turn to see Hank standing in the doorway, his eyes are wide with shock and something else.

“Ben?” His voice is low, and dangerous, cutting through the haze of the moment.

I step back, my heart pounding, trying to find the words, but nothing comes. The look in Hank’s eyes says it all—he saw everything.

Mac's eyes flutter open lazily, disoriented as she awakens from her post-orgasmic haze. She gasps when she sees him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heart pounding in her ears like a drum. Her gaze darts between the two of us, our faces are a mix of shock and desire. She tries to cover herself with the damp bed sheet she'd been lying on before, but it slips from her fingers.

I watch as Hank takes in the scene, his eyes roaming over every inch of Mac's exposed body with an intensity that makes something stir deep inside her. She shivers at being the focus of our lustful gazes.

"What... what are you doing here?" she manages to ask, her voice barely above a whisper. She lifts herself up on one elbow and glances nervously between us, most likely wondering what we will say or do next.

I’m wondering the same thing about Hank. Will he be angry? Disgusted? Jealous?

Hank steps further into the room, his boots thudding against the wooden floorboards as he closes the door behind him. He too is breathing heavily, his muscles taut under his clothes. His hungry gaze returns to Mac's body, tracing the curves and dips of her skin with his eyes.

“What the hell is going on here?” Hank demands, his gaze flicking between us, his expression hardening with each passing second.

I see it then.

Hank struggles to catch his breath as he looks down at her, completely addicted to her sweet body and the sounds she made.

“Fucking knock, you shit,” I say, moving away from Mac.

“The door was open,” he’s a shitty liar and I can’t help but wonder how long he’d be standing there.

“Is that so?” I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Hank crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the doorframe, his eyes never leaving her naked body under the sheet. “If you two are done...”

Mac quickly sits up and tucks her legs underneath her, pulling the sheet tighter around her trembling frame. “I’ll uh... I’ll just...go to the bathroom,” she stutters.

Hank narrows his eyes, “Where do you think you’re going?”

She freezes.

Hank wants to share her. I know what he’s planning. It’s not the first time all three of us have wanted the same girl, though we’ve never actually done it.

That’s the thing about being identical triplets. You come into the world together and sharing is no problem.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Hank practically growls.

“B-But,” Mac stammers.

“No buts, baby. You’re staying right here...” Hank pauses, his eyes drifting to my erection tenting out my jeans. He smirks, “... with both of us.”

13

MAC

What is happening?

It’s got to be another dream. It’s the only thing that makes any sense right now. There is no way this is reality.

Except—I am here. Very much awake and looking at two of the Truitt’s, who are looking at a naked me.

A crack of lightning dashes across the sky, illuminating the dark room.

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