Page 53 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

“And you said that, for awhile, it looked as though they managed to do just that,” I reply, my brow furrowed as I try to dig deeper into my memory for the details.

Yet again, the harder I try, the more unpleasant the pushback from my own subconscious. I already had proof that being told about my past doesn’t necessarily mean it rekindles my own memories of the events. I think the process is still natural and subject to shadows; shadows that are clearly trying to protect me.

Much like the Hayes brothers.

I cannot fault them for that, and I’m a little too tired to push.

“Leo had different plans,” Booker says, “and we were too far away and out of the loop to predict a move like what happened at the Dalton Festival.”

A smile tests the corner of Chance’s mouth. “But we’ve got you now.”

“You certainly do.” I lean into his shoulder.

“And we’re not letting you slip through our fingers ever again,” Booker adds.

Gently, he beckons me to stand up and takes me in his arms, kissing me firmly on the lips. I welcome his heat, my tongue eager to play with his, while his brothers quietly join us. Before long and unable to contain ourselves, we move out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

My bedroom, this time.

Our clothes are left behind, strewn across the floor and up the wooden stairs. My panties are slick with wanting as Nico peels them off me. “So, you remember us for real,” he says, his voice low as he comes up to kiss me.

“I do, and I have a confession to make.”

“Go on.”

“I had the biggest crush on the three of you for the longest time.”

Nico stills and looks at me. Chance and Booker flank me, their body heat overwhelming mine, but they, too, stop moving, their matching green eyes searching my face.

“And, yes, I know I was much younger,” I add, blushing as I stand naked and turned on between these three, gorgeous men. “I knew it wasn’t appropriate at the time, and I kept my feelings to myself, but part of me always wondered what it would be like if…”

“If you could be with one of us?” Chance asks, his voice barely a whisper.

“I distinctively remember feeling super weird about wishing I could have all three of you,” I admit, lowering my gaze for a moment, though I’m not sure what there is to be ashamed of at this point, after everything we’ve experienced.

Booker gives me a devilish grin. “You were fantasizing about us, Anya?”

“Yes.” I place my hands on Booker’s broad, muscular chest, letting my fingers play with the curls of dark hair that surround his hardened nipples. “Did you imagine the three of us inside you at once?” he asks.

“Yes, though I wasn’t quite sure of the logistics at the time,” I say and laugh lightly.

Nico gets behind me, his hands roaming up and down my torso. His fingers dig into my flesh, memorizing every inch of skin as he squeezes it. Each touch ignites a fire deep within my core, and when Booker grabs my breasts and mercilessly fondles them, I feel my head fall back.

I gasp as Chance’s hand slips between my legs. My right hand finds his cock, hard and ready. Slowly, I wrap my fingers around the slick tip and stroke him. I feel him growing even stiffer, even bigger in my hand.

“And here we were, thinking we were the only ones dealing with such depraved thoughts,” Nico growls and turns my head to kiss me.

I give into the hunger with lightning speed as my core tightens.

Booker’s fingertips pinch my nipples until a whimper escapes my throat. The stinging sensation is delicious, traveling through my torso and adding to the mounting pressure between my legs.

I kneel before him.

“I want all three of you,” I demand, satisfying one particular fantasy I remember having about them. Quietly, the men gather before me, their cocks twitching under my gaze.

Nico is the biggest in every sense of the word, but Booker and Chance are gifted as well. Ripped muscles stretch across their ribcages, and massive shoulders and strong arms make my spine tingle with arousal. I stroke the twins at the same time, while Nico slides into my mouth.

I taste the pre-cum, the saltiness making me drunk with desire as I relax the back of my throat and let him go deeper.

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