Page 143 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

“Riley,” I murmured, my voice low, rough with need.

She looked up at me through her lashes, eyes dark with desire, and in that moment, everything else fell away.

I didn’t care about the crowded bar or whether anyone might see. All I could think about was how close she was, how badly I wanted her.

Her lips parted slightly, and I took that as permission.

Without another word, I pulled her against me, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other lifting her chin. I kissed her… hard, urgent, desperate.

No teasing, no games. Pure need.

Her lips met mine, and everything else faded into the background. Her mouth was soft, but there was a fire underneath, a heat that matched the fire roaring in my chest.

She moaned against my mouth, and I deepened the kiss, my hands roaming to her back, pulling her even closer.

Her fingers slid into my hair, tugging me down harder, and I could feel the heat of her body pressing against mine, the way her chest rose and fell in sync with the wild beating of my heart.

Every inch of her skin burned under my touch. It wasn’t just the way she kissed me, it was everything about her, everything we’d been dancing around. All the unspoken things I hadn’t yet dared to say.

I pulled back enough to catch my breath, my forehead resting against hers. Her lips were swollen, her eyes still half-lidded, a look of dazed satisfaction on her face that made my pulse spike again.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I whispered hoarsely.

“I think I do,” she breathed, her fingers tracing along the collar of my sweater, drawing slow patterns that had my nerves firing in every direction.

“I’m not sure I can stop,” I muttered, my lips grazing the curve of her ear as I spoke.

“I don’t want you to,” she whispered back, her voice thick with the same need that was spiraling through me.

Before I could stop myself, I was kissing her again, this time slower, deeper. Every part of me wanted more. More of her. More of this.

We barely noticed the world around us, lost in the heat of the moment. But I knew one thing for sure. This was no longer a playful game.

This was real, and it was only the beginning.

It didn’t feel like much time had passed before we were back home once more. Well, some of us were. Lucy had left with Nate, so it was us three.

And Riley.

The second the door shut behind us, the air shifted.

Riley’s back bumped into the wall as I framed her face, kissing her like I was starving for it—which, let’s be honest, I was.

She pulled me closer, fingers tugging at the hem of that stupid moose sweater, laughing breathlessly against my mouth.

“Get this off,” she gasped, her eyes bright with heat.

“Gladly,” I growled, yanking it over my head in one rough pull. The bells jingled as it hit the floor, and Riley’s laugh was cut off when Asher’s hands slid around her waist from behind, pressing her tight between us.

“Damn, you two,” Asher murmured against her neck, his lips trailing along her skin. “Do you know what it was like watching you at that bar all night? Torture.”

She shivered, her head tipping back, exposing more of that gorgeous throat. “Poor baby.”

Beckett, leaning in the doorway, crossed his arms, eyes dark and heavy with want. “You didn’t seem to mind the attention.”

Riley’s gaze flicked to him, and something electric passed between them. Hot, sharp, full of promise. “Maybe I liked it.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, my blood running molten as Asher slid his hand under her sweater, fingers skimming over her stomach.

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