Page 108 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

“Come here,” he murmured.

And then he was kissing me, too.

This kiss was different. Heavier.

It trembled with all the emotions he couldn’t say out loud, worry, longing, something that felt dangerously close tofeelings.

My hands gripped his shoulders as he kissed me deeper, and for a second, everything else vanished. The fear, the questions, the weight of it all.

There was only him. His mouth on mine. His breath mixing with mine. His hand warm on my skin.

When Asher finally pulled away, breathing hard, I could barely think.

Then Garrett’s hand squeezed mine again, drawing my attention back to him. His eyes were still a little glassy, still unsteady.

But they were open now.

Raw.

Scared.

But there.

“I shouldn’t have…” he started, then trailed off. His voice was thin. Frayed. He didn’t know how to say what he needed to say without falling apart.

“You don’t have to,” I whispered.

But he stood anyway, tugging me gently up with him.

His eyes flicked to Beckett, then Asher, and back to me. His throat bobbed like he was trying to swallow everything he felt at once.

Then he cupped my face with both hands.

Garrett’s mouth claimed mine slow at first, savoring, but deepening fast, urgent. His fingers splayed across my jaw, my neck, as if he needed the contact. Letting go wasn’t an option.

My knees went weak, my body thrumming with a sharp, aching need. I gasped softly as his hands slid lower, tracing the curve of my waist, pulling me closer.

Then Beckett was there, stepping in behind me, his presence a solid wall of heat. His hands found my hips, grounding and possessive, and his chest pressed against my back as his breath skimmed over my ear.

Rough, low, needy.

“You feel so fucking good between us,” he murmured, his voice thick, sending a shiver down my spine.

My breath caught as Asher’s hand started gliding up my arm, his fingers teasing bare skin before sliding into my hair. He tilted my head back, his eyes catching mine.

“We need you,” he rasped, like the words had been torn from somewhere deep. “Right now. No more holding back.”

This wasn’t what I expected tonight. But I didn’t care.

I needed this. I needed them.

And then Asher’s mouth was on mine again, hot, hungry, devouring, while Beckett’s hands slipped lower, finding the hem of my shirt and tugging it up with slow, deliberate purpose.

His fingers grazed my stomach, and my body jolted at the touch, need sparking through me like lightning.

Garrett’s lips trailed down my neck, open-mouthed kisses dragging heat over my skin as his hands worked my shirt higher until it was gone, flung somewhere behind us.

Their hands were everywhere.

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