Page 81 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

Garrett’s hands came down on my shoulders from behind, big and sure, massaging slow circles that had my head tipping back, a low moan slipping out before I could stop it.

“Fuck,” Asher muttered, dragging my sweater the rest of the way off, leaving me in nothing but a thin camisole and my bra. His hands slid up my ribs, thumbs brushing over lace, making me arch into him, chasing the friction. “So goddamn perfect.”

Beckett traced his fingers up the outside of my thighs, eyes locked on mine like he was reading every flicker of want and need, every unspokenyes. His mouth found the inside of my upper thigh, soft at first, then harder, teeth scraping just enough to make my breath hitch.

Garrett’s hands slid down my arms, guiding me back so my shoulders met his chest. He leaned down, beard rasping againstmy neck, his lips brushing my ear. “Tell us what you want tonight.”

I could barely think, let alone speak. I wanted everything.

All of them. Right here, right now.

I turned my head, catching his gaze, my lips parted and breathless. “I need all of you.”

Then Asher kissed me, stripping the air from my lungs completely.

His breath brushed my ear. “You really want this again, Riley?”

My answer was barely a whisper, but I’d never been more sure of anything in my life.

“Yes.”

That single word cracked the tension wide open.

Beckett’s hands were suddenly at my hips, tugging me back into him, as Asher’s mouth drifted down my jaw, a scrape of stubble chasing every sigh. Garrett peeled my underwear off.

I tilted my head back, breath trembling as I gave them all permission.

Beckett’s lips brushed ever closer to where I was throbbing for him. Each kiss higher made my stomach clench, the heat between my thighs becoming unbearable.

Finally,his mouth reached me, and my breath caught.

The first stroke of his tongue made me cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair. He groaned against me, the vibration of it curling through my entire body as I arched, desperate and aching.

Garrett’s hands roamed up my sides, cupping my breasts, his thumbs circling over already taut peaks. The moan that fell out of his mouth almost set me alight.

Asher’s lips followed the line of my stomach, slow and lingering, before he dragged his tongue over the swell of my breast.

“You should see yourself,” he murmured. “So needy. It’s perfect.”

I moaned, overwhelmed by mouths, hands, heat. By them.

Beckett didn’t stop. He worked me with purpose. Slow, then faster, until I was trembling all over, barely able to keep on my feet.

My thighs shook, my hips pressing into his mouth. The way he held me… like I was something to worship, not break.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growled against me.

I barely registered Garrett’s mouth on my jaw again, or Asher’s hands drifting lower.

Then Beckett slowed, just enough to make me whimper, my body chasing what he’d taken away.

“Hey, Riley,” Asher murmured, a wicked smile in his voice. “We have all night long. It isn’t like we need to rush, is it?”

Well, I wasn’t going to take that. NowIwas the one with a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I fell to my knees in front of him.

I grabbed Asher’s trousers and tugged them down, yanking his boxers with them.

He hissed through his teeth as the cold air brushed over him, but it wasn’t long before I replaced it with the heat of my breath.

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