Page 107 of Ten Mountain Men

“Only place to get some privacy at the moment, and you and I made a bet, remember?” He steps closer, crossing his arms, his grin widening. “I said it’d rain tonight, and it’s raining. I’d like to collect my winnings.”

“Oh, right.” I can’t help but laugh, a wave of heat washing over me at the memory of our little wager. “And what exactly was the bet again?”

Ash’s smile turns wicked. “I believe the terms were pretty clear. You lost. I get that pretty mouth of yours on my cock.”

My breath catches in my throat and my pussy clenches as Ash’s words zing straight to my panties, my clit demanding friction. Now. I’m so horny it’s taking a lot of willpower not to mount the armrest on the couch and start humping it.

“Well, when you put it that way…” I purr, stepping closer to Ash. The heat radiating off his body is intoxicating. “How can a girl refuse?”

“Goldie and I have business to tend to on the porch! Do not disturb!” he yells to the others.

The cabin erupts in a mix of laughter, catcalls, and teasing remarks, but I can barely hear any of it over the pounding of my heart. Ash takes my hand, gently pulling me toward the door, and for a split second, I forget about everything else—the rain, the mess, the brothers. My heart races, pulse pounding in my ears. The thought of getting on my knees for him, taking him in my mouth, has me practically salivating.

“After you,” he growls, gesturing toward the porch door.

I sashay past him, making sure to brush against him teasingly.

As we slip out onto the porch, the cool night air kisses my flushed skin. Ash wastes no time pressing me up against the railing, his strong, large hands gripping my hips.

“I’ve been thinking about this the whole time we were on the roof,” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe.

I moan softly, arching into him. “Glad you didn’t get distracted and tumble off.”

He chuckles as his fingers tangle in my hair, tugging gently to expose my neck. “Is it too cold out here for you?” he asks.

I shake my head. “The goosebumps are all your doing, Mr. Björnsson.”

“Show me how bad you want me, Goldie,” he commands. “This isn’t just about the bet, is it? You were hoping you’d lose, weren’t you? You want me in your mouth, don’t you?”

Well. That’s a turn-on and a side of Ash I’ve not seen before. I whimper.

“Not that I would’ve minded losing,” he whispers, his voice husky. “I can give as good as I receive, I promise you that.”

I trail a finger down his chest, relishing the firm muscles beneath his shirt. My skin tingles with anticipation, nipples tightening as I imagine the weight of his cock, the taste of it on my tongue.

Trembling, I slowly sink to my knees before him. The wooden planks are hard beneath me, but I barely notice. All I can focus on is the impressive bulge straining against Ash’s jeans.

I look up at him, relishing the unadulterated desire I see in his eyes. Slowly, teasingly, I reach for his zipper. My heart pounds with excitement, my body flooded with arousal.

My fingers tremble as I unzip Ash’s jeans. But as his gorgeous manhood springs free from its denim cage, the reality of our height difference hits me like a bucket of ice water. No matter how I stretch, there’s no way I can reach him from this angle. Not unless I develop some Inspector Gadget powers including a telescopic neck with the ability to unhinge my jaw like a snake. Which, let’s face it, would probably put a damper on the mood.

“Um, Houston, we have a problem,” I mutter, heat flooding my cheeks. So much for being a seductress extraordinaire.

Ash looks down, confusion etched across his chiseled features. Then understanding dawns, and he bursts out laughing. The deep, rumbling sound sends shivers down my spine, despite my embarrassment.

“Sorry, Goldie,” he chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “I guess I didn’t consider the logistics.”

I huff, playfully crossing my arms. “Well, this is awkward. Any bright ideas, Mr. Too-Tall-Dark-and-Handsome? Or do you just forfeit your prize?”

He surveys the porch. “Actually, I might have just the solution.”

Before I can blink, Ash scoops me up like I weigh nothing. I yelp, clinging to his shoulders as he carries me to the low porch swing. With a wink, he settles onto it, positioning me so I’m kneeling between his spread legs.

“There,” he says, voice husky. “Is it just right now, Goldilocks?”

I look up at him, my breath catching at the intensity in his gaze. This new position indeed puts me at the perfect height, his cock tantalizingly close to my lips. The swing creaks softly as Ash shifts, the gentle motion only adding to the building tension.

I nod.

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