Page 85 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

"Everything," he murmurs. His voice is so low, I almost miss it. He lets out a resigned sigh, releasing me from his grip. "Losing the peace we've fought so damn hard to have. Losing our focus on who we're really against."

"And losing me?" I ask in a whisper. He doesn't meet my gaze, his eyes trained on some distant spot in the forest.

"Especially you," he finally concedes, his voice rough with raw, sincere emotion.

"Screw that." Anger rises within me, burning hotter than any fear or confusion I'd felt before. "You don't get to decide what you might lose when it comes to me."

He takes a step toward me and suddenly his lips are on mine. Firm. Insistent. His hand at the small of my back pulls me closer, molding my body to his. It’s a searing kiss that speaks louder than words, one that tells me everything he isn't saying out loud.

I gasp against his mouth, taken aback by the intensity of it. I should pull away, should remember why we’re here and what we need to do. But as JT’s arms wrap around me and his body presses against mine with a primal urgency, all rational thoughts slip away.

The kiss deepens as he starts to guide us backward. I don’t even notice when my back hits the solid bark of a tree until he lifts me against it.

“You are such a pain in my ass,” he murmurs.

“Takes one to know one,” I retort, grinding my hips against his. The way his eyes darken in response sends a jolt of need straight to my core. “Admit you like it.”

“Damn straight,” he growls, his hands roaming over my curves, exploring every inch of me he can reach.

We make out like we’re starving for each other, as if this might be our last chance to feel the heat of skin on skin, the press of flesh against flesh, the thud of our hearts beating in time against each other. And maybe it is.

With shaking hands, he starts to unbutton my flannel shirt, revealing a thin tank top underneath. Desire pools low in my belly as his heated gaze rakes over me, settling on my now-hardened nipples, visible through the thin fabric.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with want.

“I know,” I tease, trying to diffuse the intensity of the moment. But it doesn’t work.

Instead, JT’s expression darkens, the ferocity of his desire unmistakable. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

And then his lips are on mine again, erasing all other thought.

“You know,” I pant. “If Ben and Hank are back, they’re going to see this all on the cameras.”

He grins, a wicked glint in his eyes as he begins to undo my jeans.

“Good. I want those fuckers to know what they’re missing out on.” I think of Ben and Hank at the house, watching me being fucked by their brother on the television.

I can sense the heat building between my legs, and a slight shudder runs down my spine as I picture them watching this forbidden moment unfold on the screen in front of them. It's almost like I can feel their eyes on me, adding fuel to the fire that is burning within me like I’m starring in my own porno.

“Oh, you like that don’t you, love?” JT murmurs in my ear as his fingers slide between my legs.

The pleasure of his touch is heightened by the taboo thought of the other two men, probably gritting their teeth as they sat a few miles away, unable to touch me themselves. Would they start touching themselves? It’s an excruciatingly erotic thought.

“You have no idea,” I gasp, my head thrown back in ecstasy as his fingers delve deeper, his thumb finding my aching clit.

“I bet you’re wet just thinking about them, aren’t you? About all of us fucking you again.”

His words only fan the flames of my desire as I visualize them, cocks in their hands, imagining it’s me they are touching.

“God, yes,” I moan.

“Turn around, so they can see you.” He flips me in front of the camera and my backside pushes against his front. He pulls my shirt up, exposing me to the red blinking light of the camera. Without another word, he unzips his jeans and takes his long, thick length in his hand, rubbing the head against my dripping entrance.

My heart races as he enters me from behind, filling me up so completely. He sets a brutal pace, pounding into me as if he can’t get enough of me either.

“I want them to see how fucking tight you are around me, how wet you get for me.”

His words push me further over the edge, the thought of Ben and Hank jealous and aroused by the sight of us fuels the fire within me.

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