Page 128 of Ten Mountain Men

“Don’t worry, darlin’. We’ll be gentle,” Ranger says, lifting my chin so his cock falls out of my mouth with a fairly obscenepop.

And they are. Oh, so gentle. Their strong hands caress me like I’m made of spun sugar as they lay me down on my side, Ash settling behind me and Ranger facing me.

“We’ll go slow,” he promises, his voice thick with desire. He presses a kiss to my lips. “Tell us if it’s too much.”

They weren’t kidding when they said slow. Ash lubes me up some more, both with the allegedly strawberry-flavored stuff, and also by dragging some of my own juices back with his fingers, getting them slicked up too. He pushes his thumb against the entrance I’d always considered backdoor only, with just the slightest amount of pressure, and waits until I give a moan of approval before adding a bit more.

Ranger keeps me distracted with kisses that make my toes curl and my brain short-circuit, one hand on the back of my neck, the other between my legs, playing with my clit.

When Ash finally pushes a finger in, I feel like I’m being split in two in the most divine way. It’s a strange fullness my body wants to resist at first, a slight burn that quickly gives way to pleasure so intense I see stars that have nothing to do with the sky above us. My eyes are jammed closed. My thighs are fucking quaking.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Ranger asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding me still. I didn’t even realize his hands had moved to my hips, likely holding me in place so I won’t buck and wind up pushing myself onto Ash’s hand, taking too much in the ass, too deep, too fast.

I nod, unable to form words. Ranger captures my lips again as Ash starts to withdraw, then pushes back in, a little further this time.

I hiss against Ranger’s kiss, and he smiles against my mouth. One of his hands moves back to the holy land and one of his fingertips teases my pussy.

“Put it inside me,” I beg, my lips still brushing his as I speak.

Once again, as if choreographed, Ranger and Ash begin to finger-fuck me. It’s slow, careful, and holy mother of pearl, it’s intense. The feeling of fullness is…holy shit. That’s all I’ve got. Holy shit. Their fingers pump in and out of me in sync and I can’t help it—I have to reach down between my body and Ranger’s and touch myself, working my clit as they take care of my holes.

As we move together, a tangle of limbs and gasps and moans, I can’t help but think,Who the hell needs perfection when you can have this beautiful, messy, incredible love?

Chapter 41

Goldie

Iwake up to the morning sunlight bathing my bare skin, the fresh mountain air tickling my body with its chilled caress. I slept so well, so hard, it takes a minute for me to shake the dream-fog from my head, sorting out which vividly naughty images burned in my brain are just fantasies conjured up by my subconscious and which are actual memories, fantasies spun into reality by Ash and Ranger.

I can’t fight the smile at the phantom sensation of their fingers still working me up into an orgasm so fierce and earth-shattering I think I almost broke Ranger’s nose with an accidental headbutt when I came. He took it in stride, saying they might need to invest in helmets, and asking me to kiss it and make it better, which, of course, I obliged.

What was just getting started for Range was the grand finale for Ash, and he was soon softly snoring. I tried to follow suit, because it had been a long, exhausting, and definitely physically demanding day, but I kept hearing something in the distance that made the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

“It’s just a coyote, darlin’,” Ranger said, pulling me close after I tossed and turned for a few minutes.

“Just a coyote?” I’d asked, ready to get up and haul ass back into the cabin.

“It ain’t gonna bother us,” Ranger assured me.

“How do you know?” I snuggled against his chest.

“We have an understanding.”

“You and the coyotes have an understanding.”

“Yep. They stay off our territory, we stay off theirs. They’ve got sharper teeth, but we’re bigger, so it’s a fair trade.”

That sounded absurd, but who the heck am I to question absurd? I’m swimming in the deep end of the Absurd Ocean, where if I drown, I’ll die a deliriously satisfied woman, my ghost living happily ever after within its glorious depths with mermaids and narwhals.

I asked Ranger if he happened to have a condom and he did, which I deemed fate telling us we had to fuck. It was meant to be. He rolled over onto his back, pulled me onto him, and I rode him so hard for so long I started thinking maybe both of us had lost the ability to come.

I can still feel his staying power, making my thighs and everything in between quiver, as I glance around, blinking away the remnants of last night’s passionate haze. Ash and Ranger are still fast asleep, our nude bodies tangled together like a Renaissance painting come to life.

Careful not to wake my slumbering studs, I get up. Suddenly shivering without the protection of their body heat, I wiggle into my clothes from last night—a process that’s more challenging than it should be, given how wrinkled and dew-damp everything is. And how unbelievably sore every single muscle in my body is. Note to self—next time we decide to have an impromptu outdoor threesome, bring a change of clothes. And do some stretches first.

I extend my arms toward the sky, roll my neck, and try to work out the kinks in my back. Though I wouldn’t change a thing about last night, sleeping on the ground is not as romantic as movies make it seem. But I look down at them, with love, yes, definitely with love, before glancing around at our surroundings, which I probably could’ve sort of made out in the moonlight last night, but I had better things to look at.

Where are we even? Somewhere back behind the cabin I know, but I’ve never passed this area before. I knew Ash had carried me pretty far out, but how far out?

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