Page 62 of Ten Mountain Men

Not even Winnie knows that about me.

They’re both silent.

And it hits me—maybe they’re virgins too?

I mean…there don’t seem to be any women on this mountain, other than me. Not to mention, it doesn’t seem like they stray that far from their homestead.

Then again, I find it hard to believe Lynx is as good of a kisser as he is without having any practice.

But then Nash said that thing about Lynx having taken a vow of celibacy…? But Lynx denied that, didn’t he? I’m having trouble recalling the details with the devil’s doorbell between my thighs begging to be rang by someone.

“Um…are you guys virgins?” I ask.

“I’m not, but Bucky is,” Clay says. Then he teases, “He’s saving himself for his wedding night.”

“Asshole,” Buck says, but he says it good-naturedly. I think. “I am not. Saving myself for any wedding night. I am a virgin, though. But I don’t plan on being one forever, so no, not saving myself for marriage.”

It’s dark, but I can almost feel the blush emanating off him.

“Oh,” I say, and I’m fisting the fabric of my pajama top, to ground myself or something, I don’t know. And my breath is speeding up again, like the second I get ahold of myself, I lose it again.

Buck and I could have our first time together right now…that could be romantic, right?

“The thing is, I am very aroused,” I admit, thankful that neither of them can see me. “And if it weren’t for the fact that I’m a virgin, I would love to have sex with both of you. But I’m just here ’til my ankle heals, you know, and somewhere out there, my soulmate exists, and I want to lose my virginity with him.”

I don’t go into the whole perfection thing. That’s part of the reason I never told even Winnie I’m a virgin. It sounds so silly when you say it out loud, and three quarters of the time people will tell you there’s no such thing as perfection, so if that’s what you’re waiting on, you’ll be disappointed.

“I get that,” Buck says. “I’m sure your soulmate is out there, Goldie, and you should wait for him if that’s what you want in your heart.”

There’s an unexpected tinge of sadness in his voice that twists my aforementioned heart.

“Your soulmate is out there too,” I assure him. “You just need to, you know, probably leave the mountain to find her.”

Especially now that I’ve got him all made over and looking like a whole-ass snack. People will get used to their size, if given the chance.

Clay’s hand has left my hip, and the absence makes me wish I’d kept my dumb mouth shut about soulmates. Why did I have to ruin things before we could even get started?

“The whole love thing really isn’t in the cards for us, to be honest,” Buck says. “Relationships, dating, it’s not…I mean. That’s not for men like us.”

Okay…so I guess he really isn’t saving himself for his wedding night, then. But wait. Lynx said he thought he was in love once…

“Then how did you meet…well, whoever you’ve been with before? I mean, your previous sexual partners? If you don’t date or have relationships?” I ask Clay. “If it’s not too personal, that is.”

I feel him shake his head and then, praise the Lord, his hand is back on my hip again. I wriggle into his touch and he moves closer, that bulge bulging against my backside.

It takes a fair amount of restraint for me not to whimper,Please put it in my ass right now.

Because I’d technically still be a virgin if we had anal, right? I mean, I’d have a virgin pussy, anyway. A virgin pussy and, likely, it would take way more than all the king’s horses and all the king’s men to put my rumpty dumpty together again.

“No, not too personal,” Clay says, which thankfully distracts me from offering my ass as tribute. “I’ve been with a few of the gals from the village. All of us have, except Bucky. There’s a tavern we go to every once in a while. The locals have known us since we were young. They accept us for who we are. Some of them have even taken a liking to us.”

“And I might technically be a virgin, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t learned a few things,” Buck says, sounding adorable and defensive.

“Oh,” I say. And a wave of feeling goes through me, an emotion that might actually be something akin to jealousy. Am I jealous of the local village girls from the tavern who taught Bucky a few things?

I reach for Buck’s hand in the dark, but instead of his hand, I find my palm pressed against his chest. And what a rock-solid chest it is. They’re all rock-solid, as if they were carved out of the freaking mountain. I have to bite my lip hard just to keep my tongue in my mouth, because the idea of licking one of his nipples, which I can feel under my fingertips, leaves me ready to throw away every vow of perfection I have ever made for myself and let both men take me right here, right now. Pussy, ass, take it all.

I think about Nash’s finger, teasing my entrance. How it felt almost as big as a cock. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too insane to fool around with Buck and Clay, the way I did with Nash and Lynx…

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