Page 51 of Ten Mountain Men

Suddenly, I’m quite interested in the space we’re in. You know, maybe it isn’t half as bad as when I first saw it and thought I was drowning in a sea of dusty, mismatched clutter—

“Hey, Goldie, I asked you what he’s talking about?” Buck says again, sounding slightly hurt now. I’m pretty sure, from his changed tone, that he notices my flushing cheeks.

“Let’s go outside and have a word,” Grumpy Luke says to Buck. Then he points at me. “You behave.”

Buck shoots me a questioning look. I shrug with what I hope is an apologetically reassuring smile and plop down on the couch, propping my foot up.

Buck follows his brother outside, and as I hear the screen door clatter behind them and then the wooden door slamming shut, Grumpy Luke’s question from earlier comes back to me, shaking me like an earthquake.

What are your intentions with my brothers?

Whatweremy intentions with Lynx and Nash?

Aftershock—I didn’t have any intentions, none at all.

Intention implies a plan, and for once in my life, I didn’t have one. I was just living in the moment. Swept up in desire.

What if Grumpy Luke hadn’tinterrupted?I wonder again.

Would I have actually lost my virginity with one of them? Or both of them?

No. Of course not, and I catch myself before I start laughing out loud like a crazy person. That’s the last thing I want Grumpy Luke to walk back in on.

Well, maybe not the last thing—that would have been my near-threesome,ugh.

Not that I believe there’s anything at all wrong with having a threesome with men you just met. If that’s your thing, you do you, boo. But I have not waited thirty years to lose it in the heat of the moment. I have spent countless hours dreaming of it, planning for it, ever since my teen hormones kicked in and I discovered the steamy romance novels my mother kept strewn everywhere were much more exciting than any of my childhood favorites. I devoured book after book, romance after romance, imagining which glorious scenario would end up being my perfect first-time real-life fairy tale. Where would I be when I finally shared my eager and ready body with the Prince Charming of my dreams?

Not next to a body of water with two burly guys whose fingers are literally cock-sized. One thrust from their actual cock into my virgin vag might have launched me straight into the river.

SPLASH!Nothingperfect about that scenario.

Wait a second though…just how big are their actual cocks? Like, baseball-bat-sized? Because I did not bring any lube with me, nor did I see any in their medicine cabinets…

Rose-Gold Locke, control these ridiculous intrusive thoughts!

Like, why am I even thinking about this? I am not impulsive. I am methodical. I plan, I execute, I get things that matter to me done right and done well. I’m not going to have sex with any of the Björnssons.

But…

Dammit if certain parts of me don’t wish I was that impulsive sort of girl who could say, hmmm, I kind of want to do this, and then just do it!

I’m lost in my own thoughts, trying not to let them keep me wildly turned on, because even mentally debating sex, when the Björnsson brothers are a part of the equation, has me squirming in my seat, desperate for any kind of friction to ease my desire. I don’t think I’ve ever—no, I know I’ve never been this horny in my life.

Until I hear the shouting. It’s not the happy, playful sort of shouting I heard that first led me to the brothers bathing carefree in the great outdoors.

I adjust my angle a bit and I can see Grumpy Luke and Buck through the window—which is cracked open. I can’t hear the full conversation, but I catch bits and pieces. There are mainly two words being bandied back and forth a lot that make my ears perk up.

The first:Sasquatch. The second:Pa.

I bite my lip.

It’s not like I’ve been around for weeks or months and can say without a doubt, yes, there is a definite pattern here, amongst all ten of the Björnsson brothers. But from the interactions I’ve had with them…I can say that they have tended to get squirrely, change the subject, or just shut me down whenever I’ve mentioned their mother or father.

What did Rusty say when I asked where their parents are?We don’t really discuss our past.

Now Grumpy Luke is heatedly gesturing at Buck, punctuating every other sentence with a finger jab/jaw clench combo. He’s saidPaat least six or seven times, andSasquatchmore than that.

I wonder if he’s this ferociously passionate in the sack.

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