Page 15 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

“What?”

Maybe I heard him wrong, so I look up to find Booker gazing at me, a twinkle of arousal in his amused eyes. What’s going on here?

“I’m sorry?” I rephrase my question. It could be that the blow to my head impaired my hearing or my ability to understand words. I don’t know.

“Did you enjoy kissing my brother?”

“I did,” I whisper. The words come out before I can stop them.

“And did you enjoy kissing me just now?” he asks.

“I… I don’t understand.”

He smiles and gets up. “Give me a second. Stay here.”

I watch, dumbfounded, as Booker steps out of the room. I sit in the crushing silence for a few moments before Booker returns with Chance, and the whole world comes crashing down on me at once. This can’t be happening. “Oh, crap,” I mumble, my blood running cold.

“It’s okay,” Chance says, sitting on my left side as Booker takes the right.

“What’s okay?” I ask, flanked by two, gorgeous, bearded mountain men, one of whom has already made me climax once since they pulled me out of my wrecked car. “What’s going on here?”

“My brothers and I share pretty much everything,” Booker tells me in a gentle, patient tone, his hand resting on my knee. “I don’t mind that you kissed Chance, and it certainly doesn’t make me want you less.”

“You… want me?”

“Wewant you,” Chance says. “Like Booker just explained, we share everything, including the affections of a woman. Especially the affections of a woman like you, Anya. It’s okay. No harm done here. On the contrary…”

“When the woman feels right to us, all bets and all limits are off,” Booker adds. “You feel right to us.”

I shake my head slowly. “Maybe it’s because we’re isolated here, in this cabin, in the middle of a snowstorm.”

“No, we’ve always been like this,” Chance explains with a faint smile. “Though it’s you that’s different this time.”

“Different?”

“The last time we saw you, you were still just a teenager,” Booker says, his hand coming up. I remain still, my spine tingling as he traces a delicate, invisible line down the side of my neck. “You’re a grown woman, now… And you taste like fucking heaven.”

He kisses me again.

Possessively. Earnestly. My defenses are quick to shatter. My doubts fall apart as I surrender to him. But then Chance clasps my chin between his thumb and index and turns my head so he can kiss me, too. I’m lost between them, eager to devour both as heat rises in the center of my ribcage.

My mind fizzles away into a deluge of red-hot ideas as the twins take turns commanding my mouth, and I welcome each with passion and complete abandonment of self. Still, a fickle thought does manage to worm through, and I soon become overwhelmed.

Chance is the first to sense my hesitation. “What’s wrong?”

“I… This whole situation; it’s strange,” I manage, finally catching my breath.

“We didn’t mean to overwhelm you in any way,” Booker says.

“It’s not you. It’s… It’s me.”

I stand up again—this time with more self-control, and I succeed in remaining upright, too. Moving away from the twins, I walk to the window with steady steps, then turn around to face them.

“It’s not… this that bothers me,” I add, motioning to the two of them. “It’s the fact that you all seem to know me better than I know myself. It’s weird. It makes me feel empty and vulnerable. A piece of me missing and I want it back.”

Footsteps outside my door announce Nico’s arrival. He pokes his head into the room, his eyes quick to scan the full picture. “Everything okay in here?”

I reply with a question of my own. “What exactly did the doctor tell you before the line got cut off?” I remember bits and pieces of one side of that phone call, but it’s not enough.

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