Page 109 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

Beckett’s, big, steady, tracing up my ribs, unhooking my bra with practiced ease.

Garrett’s, rough, hungry, sliding over my hips, down my thighs.

Asher’s fingers tangled deeper in my hair, then cupped my jaw, holding me steady as he kissed me harder.

When my bra slipped away, I gasped, and Beckett’s mouth was right there, his lips closing over my shoulder, hot and possessive.

Garrett’s hands gripped my ass, squeezing tight, while Asher’s thumbs brushed over bare skin, worshipping each inch of me.

“Fuck, Riley,” Garrett groaned against my throat, his voice gravel and heat, “you’re so beautiful.”

Beckett hummed low in agreement, his teeth grazing my collarbone, and I arched into him, desperate for more.

Asher’s eyes were blazing, his kiss slower now, deeper, full of need. His hand slid down, unfastening the button of my jeans like it was second nature.

“Let us take care of you,” he breathed, his forehead resting against mine. His gaze was locked to mine, dark and full of everything—desire, devotion, ache. “Let us help you forget.”

I nodded, still trembling.

Garrett’s hands joined Asher’s, peeling my jeans down with agonizing slowness, dragging the denim over my hips, down my thighs, until I stood there in nothing but my panties, flushed and ready.

Asher’s hands traced up the insides of my thighs, his knuckles brushing my skin.

Beckett’s fingers slowly followed the line of my spine, drawing a full-body shiver from me.

Garrett groaned low, his palms roaming down my sides, grip tightening.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he muttered.

Then Asher knelt in front of me, his hands gripping my hips, his lips brushing soft kisses across my stomach before his fingers hooked into the sides of my panties.

He dragged them down inch by inch, his mouth trailing after, until they hit the floor.

Garrett caught my wrists, pulling them gently behind my back, his breath hot at my ear.

“You want to explore more tonight?”

Beckett’s palm pressed between my shoulder blades, coaxing me lower as I nodded—barely more than a whisper of movement, but enough.

I sank to my knees, the soft rug warm beneath me as I knelt between them.

Garrett stepped in front of me, his cock thick in his hand, his eyes locked on mine, dark and starving.

“Part those pretty lips, Riley.”

I did as he commanded, my pulse hammering as he slid inside, the stretch of him making me moan.

Asher’s hands roamed up my thighs, his mouth leaving kisses along my skin, his fingers spreading me open from behind.

“Already so wet for us,” he murmured. “Fucking perfect.”

I whimpered around Garrett, my eyes fluttering closed as Asher’s tongue found me, slow and devastating, his grip on my hips firm, keeping me in place.

Beckett groaned, his hand stroking himself as he watched. “Damn, I’ll never get tired of this view.”

But he didn’t just stand by.

A moment later, his fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to capture my mouth. Garrett pulled out with a curse, fisting himself as his eyes locked on my swollen lips.

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