Page 56 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

Mac gasps as my length invades her tight heat, her nails digging into the wood of the door frame. "Hank," she moans, her voice ragged with pleasure.

I lean in close to her ear, my thrusts slow and deliberate. "What was that, Mac? Did you say something?"

"It... it feels so good," she whimpers.

"That's right, baby. Feel how good it is when we're together."

Her hips rock back against mine as she meets my every thrust, her orgasm building with each stroke. Her soft moans and the slap of our skin against the door is the only sound in the room aside from our deep breaths.

Her body tenses around me as she climaxes, her walls contracting around me.

Her muscles clench tightly, pulsating with pleasure as her body reaches its peak. I can feel the pressure building and releasing with each thrust, her walls gripping me in a deliciously tight embrace.

"That's my good girl." I pant as my own climax crashes over me and I cum all over her ass.

After the storm subsides, we both catch our breaths, our hearts pounding in our ears. Mac's sweaty back is pressed against my chest, her breath mingling with mine.

After I wipe her off with a towel, I grip her jeans and yank them back up.

“I need to get going,” I say, buckling my jeans. No part of me wants to leave.

Mac's eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I see the vulnerability in her eyes before it's quickly masked by her usual defiance.

“Will I see you or your brothers again?” she asks.

I shrug, nonchalantly adjusting my shirt. "That's up to you. You know where to find us.”

She sits down on the edge of the bed, keeping whatever emotions she’s feeling hidden beneath her still dark features.

“I’ll think about it,” she mutters.

I hesitate for a moment, my hand on the doorknob. “Don’t think too long, Mac. The mountain decides who stays and who goes, and it’s been known to change its mind on a whim.”

“Does it?” she asks.

I nod, reaching for the door handle. There’s so much I want to say to her about how no woman has ever made me feel this way, but all of that seems childish. I’m not like Ben. I’m piss poor with my words and feelings. I’m not direct like JT either. All of it always comes out a jumbled hot mess.

“Stay away from danger, Mac. Alright? Just promise me that.”

“Awe. You’re worried about me.”

“You have no idea.”

I walk out the door, slamming it shut behind me. I run my hand through my hair, trying to catch my breath. What the hell just happened?

As I walk back to my truck, all I can do is force myself not to run back into that room and hold her into my arms.

15

MAC

The hotel room is quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound as I sit cross-legged on the bed, my laptop open in front of me.

It’s getting late, I’m exhausted, and yet, I can’t bring myself to go to bed.

I glance up and catch my reflection in the mirror across the bed.

I’ve had sex twice now. With the Truitt brothers of all people.

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