Page 93 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

“I... I feel the same way,” I say, my voice shaking with emotion. “I—love you all too.”

The tension in the air dissipates, and they all exhale in relief. They share a look between them, and then JT nods. “So, does that mean you’ll stay?”

I take a deep breath, my chest expanding with hope and fear and something else I can’t quite name. “I—I want to,” I say, and it's the truest thing I've ever said.

JT is the first to move. In two long strides, he's in front of me, pulling me into his arms. His scent, the scent of pine and earth andhim, envelops me, and I breathe it in, committing it to memory.

Hank and Ben are not far behind, each wrap an arm around me, forming a tight circle of warmth and connection. We stay like that for a long moment, just the four of us, the weight of our confessions settling into our bones.

Finally, JT pulls back, his eyes shining with emotion.

Before I can even think about the ramifications, the logistics, or the realities of what life with the three of them might look like, his mouth finds mine. Warm and delicious.

“I take it that’s a yes?” Ben teases, nudging me playfully as Hank chuckles.

I duck my head, my cheeks flushing. “Yeah,” I manage, my voice rough with emotion. “It’s a yes.”

Hank and Ben flank me on either side, their heat searing into my skin as they step closer, their chests press against my back. Hank's strong hands settle on my hips, his fingers flex into the fabric of my jeans, while Ben's fingers tangle in my hair, angling my head for his kiss.

I gasp at the sensation, at the thrill of being desired by all three of them, and the knowledge that they are mine. Mine to love and have. Hank's lips are demanding, insistent, his tongue dancing with mine with the confidence of a man who knows exactly what he wants.

“We’re going to take good care of you, Mac,” JT whispers against my lips, his words hot and possessive as he trails kisses down my neck.

“That’s a promise,” Hank growls in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin, sending goosebumps down my spine.

Ben's hands leave my hair, and make their way down my body, tracing the curves of my figure.

J.T. breaks away first, but only long enough to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jawline, his hands find their way to the buttons of my shirt, deftly undoing them one by one.

“Step aside, JT,” Ben growls, “You’ve been far too greedy.”

“You’re lucky I’m in a mood to share.”

They chuckle, their banter laced with a thread of arousal that only serves to stoke the fire inside me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” J.T. mutters against my skin, his hands roaming higher, cupping my breasts through my shirt, his thumbs brushing my aching nipples.

I gasp, my head falling back as Ben claims my mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue delves deep, sampling the remnants of JT's taste on my lips.

Hank doesn't say a word, but his actions speak for themselves. His hands slide over my jeans and down my thighs, they reach for the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. My bra follows, and suddenly, I'm naked, my curves bared to the elements.

“You’re gorgeous,” J.T. breathes his voice hushed.

“You’re so wet for us, baby,” Hank growls, his lips a breath away from my ear.

Hank and Ben each stand on either side of me, their mouths move down my neck, to my shoulders, and lower still as their fingers slide further down, each of them taking turns rubbing my aching pussy. Each of their mouths finds my breasts.

I luxuriate in the velvet heat of their tongues lapping at my nipple, and the roughness of Ben's stubble as he teases the other. Their hands tangling in my hair; twisting, tugging, reinforcing their control, makes my toes curl and cry out for more.

“You’re ours now, Mac,” Hank growls, his voice low, “All of you, only for us.”

I gasp, my hands holding on for dear life as they worship my body.

“Oh, God, I…” I whimper, desperate to have them fill me.

“We can take care of that.” Ben smirks, reading my mind. He nudges my thighs apart with his knee, and I obediently spread my legs for him; forthem. They have me writhing, gasping for more, begging for release.

Hank drops down as Ben holds me up.

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