Page 66 of Shared By the Mountain Men

“Is that all the detail I’m getting?” I asked.

“Afraid so.”

“We took turns to start,” Ash cut in. “Noah, then me. Eventually we finished together. All three of us.” He might have been describing the weather for how calm he seemed.

“She doesn’t want all ofthosedetails,” Noah said.

“I really, really do,” I insisted. I was surprised how interested I was, howexcitedthis information made me. Threesomes had always been this hypothetical scenario that happened to other people. I didn’t know anyone who hadactuallyhad one until now.

“So you passed her back and forth between you,” I said, “and then took her at the same time?”

“Pretty much,” Ash rumbled. “She loved it.”

“What about you guys? Did you love it too? Or was it weird?”

“It was weird at first,” Noah admitted. “But we got into a groove. I really enjoyed it, yeah.”

“It was great,” Ash said. “Always wanted to do it again.”

He held my gaze for a long moment.

Then I realized something that should have been obvious before now.

Ash told Noah that we kissed. Noah brought me here, to the campfire, to get it all out in the open. And now they were proactively admitting to me that they’d had a threesome, that they loved it, and wanted to do it again.

The curiosity inside me morphed into an intense excitement. They were all but saying it: they wanted to have a threesome with me. Sharing me the way they had shared another woman in the past. Me, Melissa.

And my gut reaction was that I really,reallywanted to try it.

I was nervous, but the alcohol helped. I was in that perfect place between buzzed and drunk, where my inhibitions were low but I was completely in control of myself. I was lucid enough to make decisions.

But could I handle that? A threesome? Noah and I had amazing sexual chemistry, and the kiss I’d shared with Ash had been so powerful I could still remember the way he felt. But together…

Both men were silent. Waiting. They had opened up to me, and now the ball was in my court.

The old me wouldn’t have done this. She would have chickened out rather than make the first move. But the entire point of coming out here to Colorado, the whole point of quitting my job and uprooting, was to try something new. To prove to myself that I was in control of my life.

I stood up and stretched my arms over my head. Both men watched me with hungry eyes, which was all the permission I needed. I sat on the log next to Noah, slid my hand along his neck, and kissed him.

He was stiff at first, different from the other times we had kissed. Probably because Ash was right there, watching from the other side of the fire. But Noah quickly relaxed, leaning into the kiss and letting out a soft rumble of pleasure.

I could feel Ash’s eyes on us, watching and waiting. That turned me on more than I ever possibly expected.

This is happening. It’s really happening.

I tore my lips away from Noah, then turned to Ash. He was still laying back with an arm behind his head, but his gaze was anything but casual. There was an intensity to his dark eyes, the same as there always was but also totally different.

Stamping down my nervousness, I walked around the fire and knelt next to him. He didn’t move—he kept watching and waiting, eyes flicking down to my mouth. Campfire shadows danced across his tattoos, a chiseled painting of a man, all hard lines and rough edges. Throwing caution to the wind, I planted a hand on the ground next to his head and lowered my lips to his.

Electricity connected between us, as undeniable as the desire that was rapidly growing at the base of my stomach. Ash didn’t move; he simply kissed me back without any other motion. Our lips churned together, soft at first, testing and exploring.

I pulled away, and in a flash Ash sat upright. His fingers laced into my hair and tightened into a fist, pulling me back to his hungry mouth. This kiss was deeper, more intense, taking my breath away with howeagerhe was for me. It was like he was finally letting down his guard and showing me a glimpse of the real man, a man who right now wanted one thing:me.

And then there was another hand on my back, and I realized Noah was crouched behind me. Ash ripped his mouth from mine, then used the grip on my hair to twist my head around for Noah. The blond doctor immediately took over, lips connecting to mine and tongue searching within my mouth.

Ash’s mouth found my neck, nuzzling and sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body while I kissed Noah. My free hand searched lower, grabbing Ash’s thigh and working higher until I found his stiff length.

Oh my God. His cock was proportional to his body. Which was to say that it wasbig.

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