Page 52 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

And still, somehow, it wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t chaotic.

It was fun. Playful.

Asher licked the inside of my thigh again and said, “I think we should take her to bed now.”

Garrett laughed, hoisting me easily in his arms. “You just want more room.”

“And pillows,” Beckett added, smiling softly as he followed.

I don’t know how I stayed upright on the walk to the bedroom.

Maybe it was adrenaline. Or lust. Or the fact that I had three sets of hands on me the entire way, steadying me, stroking me, keeping me from falling apart right there in the hallway.

Every brush of their fingers against my skin sent sparks skating down my spine, and by the time Garrett lowered me onto the bed, my whole body was humming, shaking with want.

The door clicked shut.

My heart pounded in my chest.

For a second, the guys just stared at me like they needed to take in every inch of me before they made their next move.

I lay back on the pillows, my chest heaving, skin tingling from the way they looked at me, hungry, needy, like I was something precious and wild all at once.

And then they moved.

Garrett leaned down first, his big hands cradling my face so gently it made my eyes sting. His mouth was soft on mine, slow and searching, teasing my lips apart until I melted into him, sighing when I felt the scrape of his stubble on my cheek.

His hands slid down, over my throat, my shoulders, my chest, until he cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in slow, lazy circles that had me gasping.

Beckett kissed my shoulder, the curve of my collarbone, his breath warm and shivery against my skin. His hands were everywhere, skimming my waist, my hips, smoothing down my thighs with a worshipful kind of patience that made me ache.

I turned my head to find his mouth, pulling him in, tasting his sweetness, the gentleness that was all his, even when his grip on my waist tightened just a little too hard.

And Asher, god, Asher was already between my legs, stripping my underwear away with a grin so filthy it sent a rush of heat straight to my core.

His fingers traced up my thighs before he finally pressed his mouth to me.

My back arched off the bed with a cry, fingers tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked, relentless and greedy and so fucking good it felt like my whole body was unraveling one gasp at a time.

I was drowning in sensation. Garrett’s rough palms on my breasts, Beckett’s lips on my throat, Asher’s wicked tonguestroking me deeper, faster, until I was trembling, teetering on the edge of something huge and blinding.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, my hips rocking up helplessly. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

They didn’t.

Garrett’s hand slid lower, his fingers joining Asher’s mouth, pushing inside me slow and deep, stretching me in the best way. Asher’s lips locked around my clit, sucking and flicking in perfect, devastating rhythm.

I arched off the bed, my breath catching in my throat, a strangled cry ripping free before Beckett swallowed it with a kiss.

Deep, consuming, his tongue tangling with mine as his fingers fisted my hair, holding me there like he knew I needed something to hold on to, something to keep me tethered while my body spiraled out of control.

I was shaking already, every muscle taut, the pleasure building fast, hot, relentless… more than I’d ever felt before.

Too much.

Not enough.

My thighs trembled, instinctively trying to close, but Asher growled, rough and possessive, gripping my hips tighter, spreading me wider as he worked me harder, his tongue flicking fast now, his stubble scraping the sensitive inside of my thighs.

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