Page 51 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

Asher’s smile faded as a darkness flooded his gaze. Garrett’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, eyes dragging over me like I was something sacred. Beckett’s hands flexed at his sides, but he didn’t reach. Not yet.

I wasn’t used to this. To being seen likethis.Not styled, not polished, just me.

“Is this okay?” I whispered, not entirely sure who I was asking.

“It’s more than okay,” Beckett said, voice gravelly. “But only if it’s whatyouwant.”

I nodded, stepping closer. My hands brushed the hem of Beckett’s flannel, fingers curling into the fabric. He let me undress him slowly, his muscles tensing beneath my touch. Each button I slipped free felt like a decision.

Garrett stepped in behind me, his hands warm on my hips—a silent offering of presence. His mouth brushed the curve of my neck, and I shivered, pressing back into him.

Asher circled us like he couldn’t help himself, his usual swagger softened. When he tugged his shirt over his head, it wasn’t performative—it was vulnerable. Bare skin, unguarded eyes.

We moved like gravity was guiding us, clothes falling in quiet increments. Only heat and hesitation tangled together.

The woven rug on the floor was soft, but it might as well have been silk the way Beckett laid me down, like I was something precious. He traced the edge of my jaw with his thumb before dipping to the hollow of my throat, dragging the pad of his finger down.

Garrett settled beside me, his mouth finding my collarbone while his fingers played at the waistband of my leggings, teasing. Testing the edges. Asking in his own way if this was still okay.

It was more than okay.

I lifted my hips in answer, and Garrett helped me slide my leggings off. He paused to kiss the inside of my knee, then higher, the barest brush of his lips making my breath hitch.

I let out a shaky laugh, nerves and heat tangling inside me.

Asher crouched nearby, his eyes flicking between us with something close to awe, and then mischief.

“You suit the mountain life. I can tell you that much.”

He crawled toward me, bracing himself above me with a grin that barely masked the reverence in his eyes.

“Can I taste you?” he whispered, voice rough at the edges.

I nodded, heart stuttering, and he dipped down, not to kiss my mouth but to press his lips gently along the curve of my ribs, teasing the sensitive skin beneath my bra.

He chuckled against me when I gasped, then used his tongue to trail down further, grinning like he’d found a new favorite toy.

Beckett was still at my side, one hand stroking my hair, the other now resting over my heart like he could feel it racing.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured.

“I’m good,” I whispered. “Better than good.”

Garrett chuckled, low and dark. “We’ll make sure of it.”

They worked in tandem, moving around me like a dance. Garrett’s mouth dipped to my stomach while Asher’s fingersplayed lower, circling without rushing. Beckett cradled my face, grounding me.

Every touch was heat. Every kiss was a question, and I was saying yes in every breath, every arch of my spine.

When Asher finally pressed his mouth between my thighs, pushing my panties to one side, I cried out, hips jerking, fingers tangling in his hair.

He laughed again, low, wicked, and doubled down, licking like he was starving, teasing enough to make me squirm before easing back.

“Tease,” I hissed, breathless.

“Damn right,” he muttered, eyes flashing up at me. “You taste like fucking heaven.”

Garrett pulled me into his lap, my back to his chest, his arms wrapping around me as Beckett leaned in to kiss me. I was suspended between all three of them, floating in a kind of pleasure I hadn’t known was real.

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