Page 78 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

"No, JT... I'm not sure of what to say right now," I confess, fear creeping into my heart. What if they regretted what had happened? What if our wild night had somehow ruined the precarious balance of our relationship?

He gives me a small nod, his fingers tracing circles on my bare arm. "Whenever you're ready," he says softly.

The silence stretches between us, comfortable and less tense than I thought it would be. JT’s watches me with the same intensity as before, but there’s a softness in his gaze that hadn't been there before.

“Is there something you want to talk about?” I ask. He shakes his head.

“Just checking in with you, that's all.”

“We were all drinking, it was…” my voice trails off as his mouth finds my shoulder and his hands trace patterns on my stomach and down between my legs.

“Baby, this wasn’t just a drunken hook up,” he whispers.

"No?" I mumble, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

He shakes his head. "No, Mac," he confirms, his eyes serious. "I can't speak for Hank and Ben, but I... I’ve wanted you for a long time. And tonight was... hell, it was more than I ever imagined."

His confession echoes in the silence of the room. It’s a heavy thing; a beautiful secret that hangs in the air between us.

"I see," is all I can manage to say, my mind racing.

“What I can’t believe is that you let my brothers have you before me.”

“You’re sort of an asshole, JT.”

His fingers move farther down between my legs.

"And yet you let me have my way with you, didn't you?" His fingers tease lightly at my entrance, but he doesn't make a move to enter me. The promise of pleasure is there in his touch, but for now, he seems content to simply tease me.

I bite back a gasp as a shiver of desire shoots through me. "Is that regret I hear?" I counter, raising an eyebrow.

He pauses, his gaze locked onto mine. "Not a chance," he responds, his voice soft but firm. He leans in, catching my lips in a searing kiss that robs me of all thought.

I melt into his arms, my hands clutching at his broad shoulders as his tongue explores my mouth. The kiss is slow and languid, the perfect contrast to our frenzied coupling from earlier. His fingers continue their teasing exploration of my lower body, and I find myself arching into him, seeking more. The taste of bourbon is still heavy on his tongue as it presses into my mouth.

“You made me wait, Mac.”

"Did I now?" I breathe out, gasping in surprise when his fingers slip inside me, causing a wave of pleasure to ripple through me.

His gaze is dark and intense as he watches my reaction, a smirk playing on his lips. "You did," he affirms, his voice dropping an octave lower as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me.

My breath hitches at the sensation, my hands gripping onto JT's shoulder for support. "I didn't mean to," I confess, my voice shaking. “I hardly know what I’m doing.”

He chuckles, the sound rich and deep in the quiet room.

"That's okay," he murmurs, moving his fingers expertly within me, "We're all figuring this out together." His thumb circles against my sensitive bundle of nerves.

Familiar pressure builds within me, a familiar and intoxicating sensation that makes me grip JT even tighter. Iclose my eyes, surrendering to the moment when suddenly he removes his fingers entirely.

"JT!" I gasp in protest, my eyes snapping open as I glare at him. He's grinning down at me, an impish spark in his eyes.

"Patience, sweetheart," he teases, tracing his wet fingers over my stomach and up to my breasts. "We've got all night."

"We do?" I ask breathlessly, unable to keep the hopeful note from my voice.

He moves down to press a lingering kiss against my neck. "We do.”

He leans in to capture my mouth with his, our tongues tangling in a heated dance. His lips are warm and demanding, mirroring the relentless rhythm of his teasing fingers that have found their way back inside my wet pussy.

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