Page 17 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

Chance sits in a chair by the window, book in his hand. Those grey sweatpants give me a naughty suggestion of his manhood, while the white tee stretches neatly across his massive chest. By contrast, Booker is fresh out of the shower, wearing only a black cotton towel wrapped around his waist, and I’m licking my lips in response.

They both give me a surprised look.

“Anya, is everything okay?” Booker asks.

I nod once. “I was just tired of being in my room. Same four walls can get really boring after a while.”

“There’s nothing fancy about these four walls either,” Chance chuckles softly. “But I suppose it does count as a change of scenery.”

“How are you feeling?” Booker takes a cautious step forward.

My pulse is racing. I can’t find the words to express what I need from them, but maybe I can let my body do the talking for me.

“I’m good. Better every day,” I say, my voice a whisper as I summon the courage to unbutton the top of my flannel shirt.

That’s enough to get Chance to set his book down. “What are you doing?”

“It’s kind of hard to put into words,” I manage. A moment later, the shirt falls to the floor, and goosebumps dance on my skin.

Their green eyes darken, the air shifting in the room.

Thickening.

It becomes damn near impossible to breathe until Chance gets up and reaches me. I gasp as he captures my mouth in a burning kiss, the hunger overwhelming us both. I hear the ruffle of the towel falling off Booker’s tight hips just before he joins us.

“Anya,” Chance whispers against my lips, his fingers hooked into my pants. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m not sure of anythingexceptthis,” I moan as Booker takes his turn and kisses me deeply. I feel their hands roaming up and down my body, my curves full and eager to be explored.

For a moment, I’m wary.

Uncertain.

And they sense it.

Chance stills and looks deep into my eyes. It’s as if he’s reaching for my soul. Nothing else matters. Not my shadowy past. Not the blizzard outside. Not even the aches in my body. All that matters is that I see myself reflected in his gaze, and I feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

“You’re full of surprises, you know that?” Chance chuckles softly, then cups my face and consumes me yet again.

Booker growls subtly as he finishes what his twin brother started. My pants vanish, leaving me naked and wanting. My temperature spikes and my stomach tightens as these two men begin to peel away my layers. One at a time.

“I didn’t know it would feel so good, so strange,” I mumble against Chance’s lips.

“What, exactly?” Booker asks, then licks and suckles my earlobe, shivers dancing down my spine until I push my ass back into him.

I’m sandwiched between the two of them, arousal making me drunk and desperate for more. Booker’s hands come to the front, fingers registering every inch of my skin in the process. Touching, squeezing until they reach my soft, wet core.

“Fucking hell, Anya, you’re so wet already,” he says, finger sliding between my slick folds.

Chance takes hold of my breasts while his mouth devours mine. Our tongues clash as he fondles my flesh, pinching my sensitive nipples until I whimper in his hold. I feel Booker’s massive, hard cock simmering between my buttocks.

I ache for him, but I need to get his brother naked. And fast.

My hands fumble, yet I manage to help Chance out of his t-shirt. I let my palms rest on his broad, muscular chest, fingertips tingling with delight as they roam through the soft, dark curls covering his pecks and stiff nipples.

“Come here,” Chance beckons me closer to the bed.

He slips out of his sweatpants as I follow him, my legs weak but still able to support me. Booker stays close, his erection wedged between my buttocks as his fingers work me into a trembling frenzy. Liquid heat trickles down my inner thighs as Chance kisses me again and sits on the edge of the bed.

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