Page 46 of Ten Mountain Men

I’m not impulsive. I’m just not.

“The truth is…”

Despite the fact that I am not impulsive, now I kind of just want to throw caution to the wind, embrace the moment, and embrace one or both of these Björnsson brothers…in a naked way. Right here. Right now.

I deeply wish I was the kind of woman who could do that.

But I deeply know that I am not.

Yet, there’s no harm in fooling around. It’s not like I’m actually going to have a threesome with Lynx and Nash right here and right now. Obviously, I wouldn’t let it go that far, but…

Holding Lynx’s gaze, I unbutton and unzip my pants.

“Nash,” I whisper. “Come here.”

When he’s standing right behind me, his body brushing mine, I reach around and grab his arm.

“Do you want to touch me, Nash?”

Who am I? Did I leave the real Rose-Gold Amber Locke in my car?

“Yes, ma’a—uh, yes, Goldie.”

With my comparatively small hand, I guide his massive hand—oh fuck, one of his fingers is big as a cock—in between my belly and the fabric of my panties. He takes it from there, dipping one of those giant fingers in between my folds.

“Do you think you guys turn me on, Nash? Do you think I genuinely want to kiss Lynx?Andyou?”

Okay, when I smashed into Luke’s knee, I was knocked unconscious, and I’m still unconscious, and dreaming. This has got to be a dream. I’m in a coma and this is a dream.

Please don’t let me wake up now.

The tip of Nash’s finger teases my opening. “You’re damn near wet as the river, Rose-Gold Locke.”

A heat appears in Lynx’s eyes that makes my belly turn over. One step closes the gap between us.

“Are you actually attracted to me, Sunshine? Are you wet for me?” he asks, his voice quizzical, and there’s a little bit of awe in there too.

I nod, speechless.

“How is that possible,” he whispers, but before I can answer—even if I had an answer, which I don’t—Nash has withdrawn his hand, causing me to whimper. Lynx picks me up. His hands grip my hips. I hold on to him with my arms and legs.

It may not be perfect, but damn if something doesn’t feel so right about it as his mouth crashes into mine. I part my lips, suddenly feverish and desperate for the feel of his tongue tangling with mine. He doesn’t make me wait, but he’s as playful as he is passionate, teasing and taunting, and tasting like maple syrup and cinnamon. Someone taught this man to kiss.

But who?

I push my curiosity away, surrendering to the near-feral part of me these mountain men have awoken, or discovered.

His beard is coarse against my skin but I don’t care. I press my body against his, wiggling to get closer even though that’s not possible. He holds me tighter against him. My nails rake down his back as he growls low in his throat, sending shivers down my spine.

“Y’all want some privacy?” Nash’s voice is uncertain.

It pains me to break the kiss, to pull my mouth away from Lynx’s, but I do.

“Lynx,” I whisper, remembering what he said earlier, about how if I’d been romantic with Buck, he didn’t want to step on his brother’s toes. “Will it be stepping on your toes if I want Nash to stay? If I want to, um, get romantic with both of you?”

“Not if that’s what you want, darlin’.” Lynx’s voice is husky, raw with desire.

My hands have gotten tangled in his jet-black hair and I free one, reaching back, beckoning for Nash.

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