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I blurt it out: “Our Pa was killed by a hunter.” I’ve never said it out loud. “Some guy from the city came up here looking for Sasquatch. And he thought he found him. But it wasn’t Sasquatch. It was our father. He was out hunting in the woods, and this asshole thought he was a fucking legend. Shot him dead.”

Goldie gasps. Her eyes pool with tears. Her hand flies to her mouth. “Luke, I didn’t…” she whispers through her fingers.

“We’re not half-Sasquatch. Our Pa wasn’t a Sasquatch. But he might’ve been the man who saved you. That sounds like something he would’ve done. Goldie, after we lost Pa, I swore I would never let anyone into my heart again. Because losing him nearly killed me. I can’t let in anyone else I might lose. It’s hard enough knowing I could lose any of my brothers or my Ma.”

She’s silent for a moment, processing everything I just said. Then she steps closer again, until she’s standing right in front of me, neck tilted way back, her eyes searching mine.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, Luke. I’m so sorry I hurt you all. If I could do it all over…”

“I can’t let in anyone else I might lose,” I tell her. “At least. That’s what I always told myself. But…but…I went and did it anyway. You made me fall in more ways than one.”

She blinks up at me. “What?”

“You made me fall for you,” I admit. “Just like you made the others fall for you. But I didn’t…I couldn’t…yeah, you made a helluva mistake, but so did I, Goldie. I’ve made so many mistakes. But I’m not going to make one now. Come back to the cabin with me. We can figure this out. Together.”

“There is nothing in this world I’d rather do, Luke.”

I reach out my hand and she puts hers in mine and side by side, we start toward home.

Chapter 49

Goldie

Two Weeks Later

Ican’t believe my luck as I stand before my ten rugged mountain men, their sculpted bodies glistening in the warm sunlight by the shimmering waters of the swimming hole.

My heart beats wildly at the thought of having all of them at once, fulfilling my deepest fantasies. When I told them that’s what I wanted, they were happy to oblige. But now I’m wondering if I can handle it. My body can, I’m sure of that. But what about my heart?

I gasp as Lynx’s calloused hands grip my hips, pulling me flush against his muscular body. The cool water of the swimming hole laps at my thighs, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us.

His voice, husky with desire, sends shivers down my spine as he whispers, “Are you ready, darlin’?”

I can only nod, overcome with desire as I feel nine other pairs of hungry eyes roving over my naked form. My mountain men. My lovers.

Lynx lifts me easily, holding me against him as his fingers slide inside me, stretching me. I cry out, my inner walls clenching around him. Before I can catch my breath, I feel strong hands on my hips, lifting me off Lynx’s fingers, and I cry out at the emptiness. Like being offered a lick of the most tantalizing dessert only to have it pulled away.

“It’s my turn first,” Luke rumbles.

I nod, unable to speak as lust courses through me. In an instant, strong hands are all over my body, caressing and exploring. Lips trail fire across my skin. I moan as Luke’s ginormous fingers tease between my thighs, my pussy so slick with need for all my men.

“So wet for us,” he murmurs approvingly, dropping a kiss on my shoulder before entering me from behind. I cry out in ecstasy as Luke fills me completely, his massive girth stretching me deliciously. His powerful thrusts send waves rippling across the swimming hole.

I grip Lynx’s broad shoulders for support, bracing myself against his broad chest, my breasts pressed against his warm skin, my legs wrapped around his waist as Luke pounds into me from behind.

“I love seeing that pleasure on your face,” Lynx says, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I moan into his mouth as pleasure courses through me. My body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with bliss as my men pleasure me. Hands roam my curves, rough palms cupping my breasts and teasing my sensitive nipples.

“My turn,” Ranger rumbles, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I whimper as Luke withdraws, only to cry out as Ranger takes his place, his thick length impaling me in one smooth stroke. His tempo is slower, more deliberate, hitting spots inside me that make my toes curl.

“That’s it, darlin’. You look so beautiful getting fucked,” Hunter says. “How does she feel, Range?”

“So tight, so perfect,” Ranger murmurs, his lips trailing along my neck. My body trembles with pleasure as Ranger continues his slow, deep thrusts. “All ours.”

“I want to come,” I whisper. “Please…”

“You will,” Hunter says. “Again and again. But not until you’ve taken us all.”

“Yes, yes,” I gasp. “Please, I need all of you.”

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