Page 78 of Ten Mountain Men

Because of me. It’s almost too good to be true, and now I’m the one feeling mystified as he lifts my chin with his ginormous thumb and brings my mouth to his in a sweet kiss.

“Snapdragon, most women are intimidated by the thought of one of us. You wantin’ to take on two of us at once? That’s a turn-on, not a turnoff.”

“It is?” I ask dubiously.

“Look, I can’t explain it, but that just does not bother me. Not one little bit. I get to see your face and hear your cries. And you really meant it when you said I get to fuck you again? You want that for sure?”

“Yeah, I meant it.” It’s so sweet how he’s wanting to make sure I’m sure. It makes me feel safe. It makes me feel even more sure than I already feel.

“Be right back. Let me go talk to Hunter for a second.”

He crawls out of the tent, still buck naked. Gorgeous. And as an added treat, there’s even a sprinkling of freckles across his ass. Over his shoulder he says to me, “And don’t you think about covering an inch of your luscious body back up.”

There’s a nervous flutter in my belly but it’s quickly crowded out by excitement. The sheer possibilities of…wanting something and then…just letting myself have it…are overwhelming and not necessarily in a bad way.

I’ve been wanting to lick Hunter’s tight chest ever since that first time I saw him. I never imagined having a second lover, just one and done forever and ever, but now I want it so bad it hurts.

My heart is pounding so loudly I can hardly hear anything else, but I am dying to know what Hunter’s answer will be.

I touch between my legs, wondering if I can actually handle more. My body is sore in delicious ways, something I’ve heard about but never experienced. And I’m still so wet. Like, ridiculously so. As I think about the look in Hunter’s eyes when he saw me naked and take in the scent of Brooks still on my skin, warmth floods between my thighs. In any other circumstance, being this wet between my legs would gross me out. I even expect to be embarrassed now, but I’m mostly just grateful that my body is happy to lube me up for more.

Because I do want more. I’m shaking just thinking about more.

When the flap of the tent is pulled back again, it’s Hunter who peeks at me. He grins, his eyes sparkling.

“Is it true what he says? You really want to have sex with both of us?”

I bite my lip, suddenly nervous. “Is that…it’s a bad idea, isn’t it?”

“The only bad idea would be you leaving this tent before you’ve been fully satisfied.” As he says this, he enters the tent and takes my hands, fully enveloping them in his giant bear paws, running his thumbs over the tops of my hands which have never looked so tiny. “I want to satisfy you, Goldie.”

He kisses the tops of both of my hands, and then turns them over and kisses the inside of both of my wrists, looking at me with pure desire in his eyes as he does so. My body is trembling and I whimper, unable to keep the wanting back.

He pulls me in for a kiss and it doesn’t take more than a second before my mouth opens for him, my tongue seeking his out. The wanting in me fully takes over, like I’m a succubus or something. A mythical creature who needs him to keep me alive with his kiss.

Running my fingers through his soft hair, I don’t realize I’ve closed my eyes until I hear a sound by the tent entrance and open them to see Brooks just outside the tent, rocking on his bare heels. I reach out a hand, beckoning him to come to me so I won’t need to separate my lips from Hunter’s.

“There isn’t room in there for three,” he says, a forlorn tone in his voice.

Hunter pulls away, leaving me breathless as he says, “Should we go out there? Bring the sleeping bag out into the clearing? Trust me, our body heat will keep you from growing cold.”

That plan sounds fine by me, so I gather the sleeping bag, which Hunter takes from me and slings over his shoulder before crawling out. The jeans he’s wearing stretch across his gorgeous ass, and a simple white T-shirt has never looked so good on a man, the way it stretches across the immense muscles of his expansive shoulders.

The moment I step out of the tent, Hunter sweeps me up into his arms, holding me like he did days ago, only this time it’s me who’s bare-ass naked. And I want him to join me as fast as possible.

Chapter 23

Goldie

“You’re really certain this is what you want?” Hunter asks, for probably the fifth time. His restraint is amazing, and the way he, like Brooks, stops to make sure I’m sure is even better. But I’m too horny to stop and think about anything but the desire that’s coursing through my blood, making me tremble.

I nod vigorously, and a laugh grumbles out of him. His grin is back, but this time it has a dangerously sexy edge to it and he pulls me tight against him.

“Come here, Goldie,” he says in a voice that commands, as he tips his mouth toward mine for a kiss, making me ache for him even more.

We kiss and kiss and kiss as he moves us to the spot they’ve chosen. The only time my lips leave Hunter’s are when they’re pressed to his chest, my tongue to his nipple, and when I stretch up, I can even reach the soft, sexy part of his throat just above the collar of his shirt.

“I’m gonna put you down, okay?” he says, and I finally look around.

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