Page 31 of Her Silver Fox Mountain Men

“Just… follow me upstairs. And if your answer is still no, I’ll respect that. I promise.”

“I… I don’t understand.”

Oliver takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. We stop outside James’s bedroom at the far end of the hall.

He knocks lightly on the door and my breath catches when James answers, wearing nothing but boxer briefs, his broad, muscular chest and gorgeous shoulders making liquid heat pool between my legs.

“Stay here,” Oliver says then comes back with Roman a moment later. Like James, Roman is only wearing boxer briefs, his sculpted body causing unspeakable thoughts to run through my mind.

I’m in trouble. Deep trouble.

“I can explain,” I look at James.

“You’ve got nothing to explain,” he replies. He doesn’t sound angry. He doesn’t look upset. Neither does Roman. They’re both actually quite calm. Glancing down, I realize they’re also quite hard.

“I don’t understand…”

Oliver takes a step toward me, gesturing for me to enter the bedroom as James moves aside. Roman follows us in then turns and locks the door.

“What Shauna said earlier tonight wasn’t a lie. James, Roman and I, we can sometimes build a relationship with a single woman, if the chemistry is right.”

“But we don’t mind sharing,” James says. “We actually enjoy it when the woman is open and willing. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you feeling connected to each of us, Elise. I need you to understand that.”

Roman moves closer. “I know you feel it,” he says, his gaze softening as it meets mine. “I feel it, too. So do James and Oliver. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be standing here.”

“Oh, wow,” I mutter.

“It’s perfectly natural,” Oliver adds. “Sure, it might seem unconventional and a little strange, and most women would run for the hills when they see the three of us banding together, but you, Elise… you’re not most women. I can tell.”

“We can all tell,” James smiles broadly. “So, if you’re willing to entertain this and just let go of your inhibitions, you can trust us, Elise. None of us would do anything to harm you or make you feel uncomfortable. You have my word. And my word is my bond.”

“I trust you,” the words leave my mouth without my permission.

Maybe it’s the whiskey talking or the wine before. Maybe it’s the warmth flowing through the room and the thousand sizzling sensations bursting through me at once as I find myself at the center of their attention. Whatever the reason, I am compelled to push forward. To let go—not just of my inhibitions but of everything I thought I knew up until now.

I want to see where this leads. With shaky hands, I unbutton my diner uniform while my gaze wanders from James to Oliver, to Roman and back. Their eyes darken with desire as they pick up on my movements. I catch a glimpse of James’s cock struggling against the fabric of his grey boxer briefs.

“We’ll take it easy. One step at a time,” Oliver assures me.

By the time he reaches me, my uniform is on the floor. And so is his sweater.

I place my palms on his bare chest, then let my fingers run through the short and fuzzy curls of hair covering his bulky pecs. His nipples harden under my touch while his hands resume their original mission—sliding beneath my panties.

“Breathe,” he whispers.

Right. I forgot to do that. I laugh lightly and he kisses me.

The kiss is deeper this time. Hungrier. All senses have now been abandoned.

I sense James’s movement before I see him. He gets behind me, closing the distance until I feel his erection between my buttocks for a hot second. Then he pulls back as Oliver rids me of my panties and trails wet kisses down my neck.

Before I can blink again, I’m buck naked, slick between my legs and yearning for these three men to bring my wildest dreams into the real world.

“Come here,” Roman growls, pulling me into a kiss.

Oliver focuses on my breasts, kneading them, squeezing and massaging until I whimper with raw, unadulterated pleasure. He takes the left nipple in his mouth, then the right, suckling to the point of a most delicious stinging sensation that ripples through my entire ribcage.

“Can you feel this?” James whispers in my ear.

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