Page 9 of Ten Mountain Men

“But I’m also real,” I add. “Not a hallucination.”

“How do I know you’re not just a hallucination telling me you’re not a hallucination just to mess with me?” she asks.

She fingers a strand of my hair. “A silver fox is what you are. Unless you’re prematurely gray. You must be the patriarch.”

With ease, I finally free myself, getting up and pretty much letting her slide off my body into the mud puddle with a splash.

Which gives me mixed feelings. While her reaction—shocked expression and an accompanying screech—to sliding into more cold mud is satisfying, my reaction to her body sliding along mine was a little too strong for comfort. With the way my erection is tenting them, not only are my good pants caked in mud, they’re in serious danger of ripping open right at the crotch.

“I’m not a silver fox, and I’m not a damn Bigfoot,” I say, “because Bigfoot is not real. You’re not hallucinating, but you are trespassing, so I’d appreciate it if you’d go back the way you came and get off my damn mountain.”

“Oh,” she says, looking around at the faces of the others who’ve gathered around us, her mouth falling open. “This is…your mountain? I didn’t know it belonged to anyone, I…”

And she looks down with a shocked, curious gaze that slides, staring, one by one, to each and every bare dick, all pointed straight at her like cannons ready to fire.

So my brothers have noticed she’s attractive too, but at least a couple of them have the good sense to hide it when they finally notice all the ogling she’s doing.

“Why the hell are you all naked?” I demand.

“We were bathing in the swimming hole. She was spying on us!” Ash says. Then he hastily adds, “But I’m sure she didn’t mean any harm.”

He smiles at her then, and she looks up at him, stunned. I’m stunned too, because Ash is usually way too cynical to take a stranger at face value, just assuming they don’t mean any harm.

“I didn’t mean…I thought you were…but then you were chasing me. One of you yelled, ‘Get her.’ I thought you were going to kill me and eat me.” The blonde pouts. “Oh God, are you going to kill me and eat me?”

So first we’re Bigfoots, and now we’re damn cannibals?

My eyes stray to her bottom lip as it pokes out, pretty pink and glistening wet. I glance away.

“We’re sorry if we scared you, ma’am,” Ash says. “We just wanted to talk to you, find out what you were up to. You took us by surprise.”

I roll my eyes. The Ash I know would’ve wanted to tie her to a tree and interrogate her, making damn sure she’s not a threat before setting her free.

Just wanted to talk to her, my ass.

“That’s okay,” she says, nearly a whisper. “I’m sorry I interrupted your…your…your, um…privacy?” she says questioningly, as if she’s not sure she’s using the right word. “I didn’t realize you were all…” She looks down at Ash’s now semi-erect dick and blushes prettily.

“Lunch is ready,” I say, not quite ready to acknowledge that every shred of normalcy has gone out the window and there’s no way I’ll be eating lunch any time soon.

All I want is a nice quiet meal—while it’s still hot. Is that too much for a man to ask for?

“Are you okay?” Clay asks suddenly. I can’t get over how serious he sounds. Normally Clay would make some wisecrack, poking fun at me for getting knocked on my ass.

“No, I am not okay,” I grouse. “My good pants are covered in mud and I’m covered in mud and I’m going to have to take a damn shower before we can eat and I’m hungry as hell.”

“Clay wasn’t talking to you, Luke,” Nash says. He rushes closer and, both he and Clay, cocks still out, kneel down next to this woman.

This woman who shouldn’t be here. Who cares if she’s okay? She’s got to go. Already the chaos she’s causing is too much.

“May I help you up, ma’am?” Clay asks her, offering his arm. His thick, muscled arm, which she stares at before placing her palm atop almost reverently. She shifts her position and then her big baby blues are suddenly welled up with tears and her plump lower lip quivers.

Oh, damn. Not the waterworks.

“I’m hurt,” she says, a tremor in her voice. “Oh, the pain. The…why is everything spinning?”

At that, they all predictably race to her, jockeying to be the one to help her up.

“She probably doesn’t want all your cocks in her face, nimrods.”

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