Page 74 of Ten Mountain Men

“How wet you are,” he says in a worshipful tone. “Beautiful.”

“Brooks,” I say, and my voice comes out as a gasp. “Please.”

How am I already begging? And am I begging him to stop, or not to?

His gaze slides from between my legs, up my body, dancing across my breasts and landing on my face.

“What do you want, snapdragon? Let me know so I can give it to you. Do you want me, honey? Do you want me as bad as I want you?”

As he’s saying it, he’s teasing me with the tip of his finger. Unbidden, I lift my ass off the ground, a silent yes, and his finger slips inside my pussy. He grips my hip and pushes deeper, shifting his position so he’s leaning over me, his mouth closer to my breasts. That finger begins pumping in and out, tortuously slow and gentle.

“I want…” I tug at his shirt, trying to free him from it, but mostly just writhing around as he finger-fucks me. “Oh, God, Brooks. That feels so good.”

I need to tell him. I’m a virgin. I was planning to do this with Buck, to lose our virginities together.

And I need to tell Brooks the truth about why I’m on the mountain. I have to. Before we have sex, I have to. I have to tell him this is a one-time thing that’s not going to change anything. Afterward, I still have to go.

Then it knocks me speechless, the very real knowledge, the irrefutable fact—I am going to have sex with Brooks. Right here. In this tent. The first time I’ve been waiting for too damn long is here.

In one swift motion, he strips his shirt off with the hand that isn’t inside me, but it’s not enough. I want Brooks naked.

I want him to fuck me. I need a condom.

“Damn, Gold, you’re so fucking gorgeous. I didn’t even know God could make a woman like you. I need to see every inch of you,” he says, as if reading my mind. “Can I take these off?”

He tugs my panties off when I hiss out a yes.

And then I reach for his waistband.

“Gold,” Brooks says, his voice thick with desire. “How far do you want to go with me right now? Because I want all of you, and I…” He lets out an embarrassed chuckle and I notice there’s a foil square in his hand. “I have some of these, just in case you do want to be with me like that. But…I don’t want to do anything you don’t want—”

“I want all of you too,” I blurt, my horny body speaking for me before my brain can catch up.

But it’s true, I do. I want all of him. I’ve denied myself mind-blowing sex for far too long. What even is perfect, anyway?

I need to tell him, though…I need to…

My thoughts are swept away and I surrender to the moment when his cock springs free of his boxers. My mouth waters as I gaze up at him.

“Damn, Brooks Björnsson.You’refucking gorgeous.”

I’m not stunned by the sheer size of him, even though he’s as long and thick as my forearm. Maybe it’s because his brothers’ cocks have already desensitized my brain to what’s normal. Or maybe my body is just so damn ready to be filled by him that all I can think, as I study his throbbing shaft and the glistening dot of precum on his cherry-red head, is GIVE ME EVERYTHING, AND GIVE IT TO ME NOW.

I feel so empty, achingly so, a void that’s going to need every unbelievable inch of him to fill.

“This is my first time having sex,” I admit, staring into those green eyes that just don’t feel like the eyes of a stranger. They don’t. “For so long I’ve wanted it to be perfect, but…”

Well, I probably shouldn’t be admitting that I’m settling for less than my idea of perfect dream sex after thirty years of waiting just because I’m lost in a sea of sexy mountain pheromones. Drowning…

“Then I will do everything to make it perfect for you, Gold, if you think I’m worthy of being your first lover,” Brooks says, not seeming to take any offense, and so sweetly my heart squeezes. And then his thumb goes back to circling my clit and my brain is back to shorting out. “I want to be that man—I’d be honored to.”

“Of course I think you’re worthy…but…” There are so many things I should say, I need to say, but what I blurt is, “I want to have sex with Buck too.”

Honesty is the best policy, right?

“Then you can,” he says. “You can have us all. If you want that.”

“I do,” I say, and is it perfect? No. But it’s the truth. I want them all so bad. But I can’t. Because I can’t go back to the cabin. Because… “But Luke—”

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