Page 80 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

Not jealous. Not mad.

Starving.

He’d been holding back just as much all day long.

Garrett didn’t move, didn’t speak, but I could feel the weight of his gaze on my bare skin where my coat had fallen open, where Asher’s hands had mapped a trail of heat and want.

“I think we need to get her inside,” Beckett said, voice low, velvet over steel.

“Immediately,” Garrett agreed.

Asher’s hands tightened on my hips, but he didn’t push it further.

Not here. Not yet.

Instead, he nipped at my lower lip, breathing hard. “You move like that again and I’m carrying you inside over my shoulder.”

I arched a brow, already doing it, slowly, teasingly, amping up the already powerful tension between us.

“Do it, then.”

The next second was chaos. Door flung open, cold air crashing into the car, and then Asher had me in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist like it was second nature.

He growled something under his breath, something that made Beckett curse again and Garrett slam his door shut a little too hard.

Snow crunched under boots as the four of us made our way up the path to the cabin.

The second the door slammed shut behind us, the cold melted away fast. Garrett stomped in, shaking snow from his shoulders, but his eyes never left me, dark and burning even as he shrugged off his jacket.

Beckett locked the door with a hard click, his chest rising and falling as if he’d run the whole way here.

And Asher didn’t even pause. Still holding me tight, his boots thudded across the hardwood, carrying me deeper into the cabin like I weighed nothing. He couldn’t bear to let me go for even a second.

“Bedroom,” Beckett barked, thick with grit.

“No,” Garrett cut in, low and sharp, coming up behind us. “Here.”

His hand landed on Asher’s shoulder, halting him mid-step, and for a beat, all three of them stared at each other.

No words. Only heat.

Agreement.

Need.

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering so fast it might burst.

“Here?” I breathed, my voice catching on the word.

Garrett’s eyes met mine, pure fire and command. “Here.”

I didn’t get a chance to second-guess it. Asher dropped to the couch with me still in his lap, hands already working at my coat, stripping away my layers.

His lips crashed against mine, swallowing my gasp as cool air kissed my bare skin, chased by the heat of his palms.

Beckett was next, his jacket already gone, kneeling in front of me, tugging at my boots, his breath hot against my thigh as he worked them off.

His knuckles brushed bare skin, and I shivered, not from cold this time, but pure anticipation.

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