Page 108 of Ten Mountain Men

Desire pools low in my belly as I lean forward, my hands sliding up his thighs. The rough denim beneath my palms is a stark contrast to the silky skin of his shaft as I wrap my fingers around him.

“Goddamn, firecracker, light up my skies.”

I burst out laughing. “Did you just say that?”

“Give me a break. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Suck me, honey. Do it now. Please.”

I wrap my lips around the tip of Ash’s cock, savoring the velvety feel against my tongue. His sharp intake of breath sends a thrill through me. I swirl my tongue around the massive head, teasing, before taking him deeper. Maybe I do need the ability to unhinge my jaw like a snake.

“Fuck, Goldie,” Ash groans, his fingers tangling in my hair.

Ash’s grip tightens in my hair, not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to show me that he’s in control here. And I love it. “That’s it, take all of me,” he growls, as if that’s even possible. I only gave my first ever blow job this morning. I’m not ready for deepthroating yet, and hell, taking all of him would likely require the tip of him poking my spleen. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration but…

Live in the moment, woman!

I take as much of him as I can, and his hips twitch, as if fighting a thrust, and it’s the sexiest thing in the whole fucking world. I relax my throat, inviting him in, moaning around his length, making him shudder. I trace the veins along his girthy shaft with my tongue, relishing every twitch and pulse. My clit is twitching and pulsing too, almost in sync.

His breathing grows ragged. “So good, baby. Your mouth is heaven.”

Ash sets a steady rhythm, controlling my movements with his grip on my hair. I can’t believe it but it feels so good surrendering control to him like this—the sheer pleasure causes tears to prick my eyes.

I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard as he withdraws, then relaxing as he pushes back in. My hands aren’t idle, one stroking what doesn’t fit in my mouth, the other gently massaging his balls.

Ash’s control snaps. He thrusts into my mouth, fucking my face with abandon. It’s primal, it’s animalistic, it’s going to make me come. And maybe lose a tooth or two but it’ll be worth it.

“Oh, fuck,” he pants. “Is this…is this…okay…shit.”

With a roar, Ash comes, flooding my mouth. I swallow eagerly, milking him for every drop.

As his grip loosens, I give him one last lick before sitting back on my heels. Ash looks utterly wrecked, chest heaving.

“Holy shit, firecracker,” he pants. “That was…”

“The best you’ve ever had?” I finish cheekily.

He laughs, pulling me up into his lap and giving me a kiss so tender my eyes flood with tears now. “Without a doubt. Now, let me return the favor.”

Oh, sweet Jesus.

We’re both grinning like fools when the porch door creaks open, and I hear someone clear their throat behind us.

“Are y’all done, or should we give you two some more time?” It’s Clay, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing smirk on his face.

Ash groans. “Can’t a man collect on a bet without an audience?”

“Believe me, brother. You collected. We all heard you collectin’.” Clay laughs, his eyes twinkling. “It’s rainin’ inside too, so I guess the show’s over. We got leaks, big ones.”

“You think it’s wetter inside than it is in your underwear?” Ash whispers, nuzzling my ear.

“I certainly hope not.” I bite back a laugh, knowing that even though our moment has been interrupted, it’s far from over.

“Come on, Goldie,” Clay says with a grin, holding the door open for me. “You’re part of this now. We need all hands on deck for this one.”

I step inside, the sound of rain leaking through the roof greeting me along with the chaos of brothers scrambling to grab buckets and pots. It’s a mess, but at least, temporarily, it’s my mess.

And it blows my mind, but I’ve never felt more at home in my life.

Chapter 34

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