Page 8 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

I run a hand through my hair, the water cascading over my fingers, and shake my head.

Mac, with her long raven-black hair that she had hastily pulled into a messy bun, a few stray strands framing her face. The high cheekbones and deep-set, dark eyes, a striking combination that gave her an almost ethereal look.

Plus, that body.

Fuck.

I close my eyes, the image of her in those tight hiking pants seared into my memory. The way her ass swayed with every step she took. A growl escapes my lips, and I bite back a curse.

This is a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.

I have to deal with my family; Dad’s death and my brothers. But I can’t seem to calm the hell down, and all because of a plane ride next toher.

My cock twitches, reminding me that my dick apparently hadn’t gotten the memo about the whole 'grieving' thing.

But damn, those eyes.

I want to see them roll backward as I slide my hard cock into her. Feel her cum into my mouth as I taste every inch of her pretty little pussy.

She should be in my bed, her long, smooth legs wrapped around me as she moans my name and bites her lower lip. Her nipples hardening as I kiss my way down her neck. The image is so vivid I can almost feel the heat between her legs as I bury my face in her scent and inhale.

Her eyes. Her figure. That ass. I can almost feel it in my hands, sliding against my palms.

A groan escapes my mouth as my hand clenches into a fist, moving it up and down on my shaft slowly in time with the pulsating jet of water hitting the back of my neck. Mac. I need to forget about her. She's trouble, a distraction I don't have time for right now.

I should’ve just tried to fuck her on the airplane.

Taken her in that tiny bathroom, pressed against the wall.

Mac has a mouth on her. She does indeed. Those plump pink lips, the color of raspberry sorbet. They’d feel good wrapped around my cock.

I can see it now. Her on her knees, my cock deep in her throat, when suddenly?—

“JT?”

I practically jump out of my skin as the rumbling voice cuts through my thoughts.

“Jesus Christ, Ben!”

“I didn’t know you were home already.”

My hand immediately covers my rock hard erection and I keep my back to him. Thankful that the steam of the shower on the glass door blocks out most of the view.

“Everything alright?” Ben asks.

“Fine, fine. Just…lost in thought.” I glance back over at him.

“You know, I keep telling you, you shouldn’t bottle it all up bro.”

I grunt and step out of the shower, quickly grabbing a towel. “Yeah, well, I don’t have the luxury of time, do I?”

Ben sighs, leaning against the doorway. “He’d want you to take care of yourself, you know that.”

“The only thing Dad cared about was taking care of the business and his wealth. That’s it.”

“JT…” Ben’s voice trails off, he looks as tired as I feel. His sandy blond hair, usually pulled back in a loose ponytail, hangs around his face in damp strands. Dark circles under his hazel blue eyes makes his usually warm gaze look haunted. He’s a big guy, almost as tall as me, but not quite.

I shoulder past him, wrapping the towel around my waist.

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