Page 17 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

“Well…”

The sound of our heavy breathing fills the silence, the only thing breaking through the calm of the woods. “I haven’t decided that yet either,” he drawls. “But I’m sure I can think of a few things,” he pauses. “How about I help you? The sooner you get the research done, the sooner you can get out of here, before one of my brothers finds you.”

“You mean it?” I hesitate slightly, not sure I trust him.

He nods his head, leaning back. “Believe me when I say that there are scarier things out in this forest. Scarier than anything you might have encountered.”

“I don’t need your help,” I blurt out, my pride getting the better of me.

He chuckles, revealing a dimple in his cheek. Dammit, why does he have to be so damn attractive?

“I didn’t say you had a choice.”

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Okay. I accept your…” I nearly stumble over the word, “…help.”

Ben smirks, as if he knows just how dearly the concession cost me.

The first raysof morning light filter through the tent canopy, illuminating the small space around. I stare at the ceiling of my tent where my lantern hangs above me.

I had slept in later than I wanted to.

But all night, I had kept thinking about those Truitt brothers.

I rub my eyes furiously.

Anticipation courses through me like wildfire, and my body tingles with the memory of Ben's closeness last night. His brothers have a different energy when they speak to me, a darker edge that makes me shiver.

Oh, God.

What if he told them that I’m here?

He knows where my tent is.

All three of them could show up at any minute and find me. I’m a sitting duck at this point.

The air in the tent is still cool from the night, and the soft fabric of my sleeping bag moves slightly with every breath I take. The dim light filters through, casting shadows on the walls, making it feel more like a secret hideaway where anything could happen.

I picture them unzipping the tent door and finding me here in my underwear.

I gasp as the thought of the three brothers entering my tent sends shivers down my spine. I can almost feel their presence. Almost taste the smell of woodsmoke from their campfires, and the sharp scent of pine needles mixed with their sweat.

I bite my lip, trying to distract myself from the increasing arousal that pulses through me.

I stretch my leg out slowly, testing the cool morning air on my skin. My fingers graze over the soft fabric of my underwear, wondering how their rough hands would feel on my skin, pushing the fabric down past my hips.

My nipples stiffen against the thin fabric of my bra, begging for attention as I imagine their tongues tracing their way down my body.

My fingers slip beneath the line of my underwear and I imagine it’s Ben, pulling them away for himself as Hank drops to his knees to let his hungry mouth find my breasts.

I envision JT’s hands gripping my hips roughly, holding me in place while he thrusts deep inside me.

I gasp out loud, my hips bucking against my hand as I imagine their touches; their mouths on me, their hands roaming over every inch of my body, their fingers flicking my nipples and thumbing over my clit. The taste of Hank’s cock down my throat while the others taste me.

In my mind, they take turns devouring me, each brother making me moan louder.

The persistent ache between my legs is getting more and more intense with each passing second. I rock my hips harder against the intrusion of my fingers that stand in for their cocks.

I can't help moaning louder, and I clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound of my pleasure. My other hand continues to work between my legs, fingers seeking release. I fliponto my stomach, pressing my face into the pillow as my hips arch into the air, begging for more.

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