Page 67 of Ten Mountain Men

I head to the john and jerk off fast, thinking of the little whimpers she made as I played with her swollen clit. Of the way she moaned into my mouth while she came.

Fuck me. I have never in my life wanted to bury every inch of myself inside a woman more. And listening to her talk, tell us about herself…at first, I honestly thought I would doze off because I was exhausted, but the sound of her voice was so alluring, her every word fascinating…it kept me wide awake and made me want her even more.

I could listen to her talk all night, I realized.

But the way she talked about feeling adrift, feeling like she doesn’t have a home…

Part of it made me sad, because home is everything to me.

But part of it sent excitement shooting through me like a damn cannonball because it sounded like she isn’t in a hurry to get back to anything or anyone.

After I finish up and clean up in the bathroom, I round up my brothers, quietly as I can, and get them all to the dining room table without waking our slumbering Goldilocks.

Everyone’s hungry—some days it seems like all we do is cook and eat.

I clear my throat. “Breakfast can wait. I’m calling a family meeting.”

Luke looks disgruntled. He likes to be the one to call family meetings. He also likes his feedings to be on a regular schedule.

“About Goldie,” I say, in as low of a voice as possible. “This is important.”

Luke grins—something as rare as a total solar eclipse. “FINALLY, one of y’all come to your senses.”

He comes over and claps me on the back. “You’ve always been the smartest out of all of us, Clayton. You agree with me that she’s gotta go—”

I interrupt him, “I don’t. Bucky and I were with her last night. In an intimate way.”

Luke thwacks me on the back of the head. “I always said Ma must’ve dropped you on your big ol’ head when you were a baby, Clayton,” he grumbles, stomping back over to the cabinets, opening them and banging them closed. “Where’s the damn Frosty Flakes?”

“We haven’t had damn Frosty Flakes in years,” Ash says. He’s sitting at the table with his chin propped up on his hands, elbows on the table, looking thoughtful. “Are you trying to say y’all fucked?”

“Yeaaaaaaaaa-uh, our little Buckaroo finally getting some,” Ranger crows. “Goldilocks made a man out of you, huh, buddy?”

“We didn’t fuck,” Buck says, but he’s grinning like a man that got fucked. “We did…other things.”

“We did other things with her too,” Nash says, gesturing at Lynx and himself. “Down at the river. But we were rudely interrupted.”

He shoots Luke a glare. Lynx wears one to match.

“Anyway,” I forge on, nodding at Lynx and Nash. “I assume that means the two of you like her, yeah?”

Nash nods. “Hell yeah.”

“I like her a lot,” Lynx says.

“Bucky and I like her too.”

I look at my brothers—except for Luke—one by one. “I assume we’re all on the same page on this? We all like her?”

“You don’t even know her!” Luke exclaims.

One by one, everyone—except for Luke—admits that they do like her, which doesn’t surprise me a bit.

“Once again,” Luke says. “You don’t even know her.”

“Well, we all want togetto know her,” Brooks says.

“You all want to fuck her,” Luke says.

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