Page 86 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

“Oh god, yes,” I moan loudly, my walls gripping him, milking him, wanting more of him.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans in my ear, his hand finding my breast, squeezing it roughly, as if he is a proxy for his brothers. “Let them see how much you love it, how much you love us.”

With each thrust, I can’t help but get lost in the idea of the three of them, surrounding me, taking me, pleasuring me in every way imaginable like they had the night before.

“Faster,” I moan, my legs shaking with pleasure. “Faster, JT.”

He obliges, his hips slamming into mine with an intensity I’ve never felt before. The thought of Ben and Hank, their hands probably in fists, or in their pants, only spurs us on further.

“I’m going to-” I pant, my orgasm barreling towards me like a freight train. “Oh, god, I’m going to come.”

“Say it, Mac,” he grunts, his grip on my hips tightening. “Say it for them to hear.”

“I’m coming!” I barely manage to say as my climax overtakes me. I close my eyes and picture them, sweaty, panting, their cocks in their hands, masturbating to the sight of their brother fucking me senseless.

"Damn," JT pants, “You’re so fucking hot, Mac. You're gonna be the death of us."

We both catch our breath, his spent cock still inside me as we lean against the tree, our bodies entwined.

“You know we can’t keep doing this,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“I know,” I say, my voice shaky. Neither one of us says anything as we zip up our pants and I adjust my top so it's back on properly.

“You think I’d get enough of you,” he whispers.

“Likewise.”

“Let’s head back.”

Side-by-side, we start to make our way back but only a few yards in, JT holds up his hand.

“Did you?” he stops, looking around. “Never mind—I’m imagining things.”

But then we both hear it.

Deep, whispering voices that aren’t Ben or Hank’s.

JT reaches for his walk-talkie, “I’m letting the guys know that we’re following these fuckers. I think the poachers have finally shown up.”

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HANK

Igrit my teeth, staring at the television screen.

My cock’s as hard as a damn two by four, and it isn’t just from the sight of Mac naked, her tanned skin against his, her tits bouncing, letting out cries of ecstasy. The worst part is JT knows exactly what he’s doing, turning her around to tease us, like he has the right.

Every thrust, every moan, every kiss between them only fuels the fire burning inside me.

“Fuck,” I groan, unable to tear my eyes away as JT drives into her, his hips a blur.

Next to me, Ben’s in the same boat, his jaw clenched so tight I’m positive he’s going to break a tooth.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, his hand fisting in his jeans. “I never thought I’d be jealous of my own fucking brother."

“Join the club man.”

My pants feeling tighter by the second as I helplessly watch my brother fuck the woman I’ve been obsessed with. But we have to share. That’s how this goes, but damn does it suck to not be in on it.

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