Page 20 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
My eyes fly open in time to meet Wes’ wicked gaze. He’s standing beside the bed and as Charlie continues to lick and suck my nipples, his hand travels higher and higher almost to my wetness. I moan again, opening my thighs wider.
I probably shouldn’t.
Naturally, I know it's the wrong thing to do but it feels so right. The forbidden nature of it only drives me higher and nothing feels truly off-limits in this strange scenario we find ourselves in.
When his fingers finally touch my clit, I buck against the bed and bite out a cry out his name. "Wes."
“Easy baby,” he says. “Take it easy so you don’t hurt yourself."
I nod at his gentle command but then he grins again and his head disappears behind Charlie’s body as he kneels.
And then softly, slowly, I feel a tongue press down on my clit.
“Ah!” The cry tears out of my chest, as the tongue moves masterfully, I clutch Charlie’s hair as he releases my nipple with a pop his eyes dusky with desire as he says, "That's it. Let him get you off, baby. Let it happen."
I gasp. "I... I don't know if I can." Getting off with my ex was always impossible and I even sometimes I had a hard time getting myself off.
“You can." A new voice says, the command in his toneunmistakable. A hand buries in my head turning me away from Charlie to meet a harsh brown gaze. That’s when I realized I’m not resting on a bed frame at all. Instead, I’m resting back on the heated, skin of the third brother, Mitch who eyes me and says, "You will come for us Patty," before he drags my lips to his.
“Mommy!"
My eyes fly open and I jerk up in bed, the breaths escaping my chest in my pants. I glance around widely, staring at the unfamiliar room trying to make sense of the last few seconds.
I was in bed, having hot and heavy sex with three men.
And now I’m alone, but actually not alone.
My four-year-old has her hand folded around my dress and she’s frowning at me.
“You wouldn’t wake up Mommy,” Maddie says, sounding very put out. “I called your name and tried shaking you but you weren’t getting up. I was scared.”
“I’m sorry sweetie,” I say and draw her into my arms, holding her. I breathe in her scent and center myself as the last particles of sleep fall from my mind and my dream dissolves into nothingness.
A dream. That’s what it was. I was having a wet dream about three men. Three brothers.
I suppose it's normal, maybe even inevitable.
I can’t exactly have those three beefcakes around and not fantasize about them at least a little. But still, that dream was bizarre. I’ve never had a dirty dream involving two men before, much less three. And they’re all brothers I met yesterday? Way freaky.
I’m not sure if it's the brother thing or the fact that they're all strangers to me that I should be more worried about.
But I decide to put it out of my mind for now.
“Where’s your sister?” I ask.
“I don’t know. She was already gone when I woke up. That’s why I was waking you up.”
“What do you mean she’s gone?” I immediately bolt out of bed, with Maddie still in my arms, running to throw open the bathroom door. “Katie!”
“She’s not there mama,” Maddie says and I unbolt the front door, opening it and running out onto the verandah barefooted. A beautiful orange sunset lights the sky but I can't enjoy it through my terror. I ignore the gravel and chippings that score the bottom of my feet as I run down the steps to the front of the property.
“Katie!” I scream. “Katie, where are you?”
“I’m in here Mom," I hear her voice from the main lodge. Relief immediately douses my panic and I run up the steps to the main building, throwing open a door to enter what looks to be a large and much lived-in kitchen.
Katie is sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal in front of her. Standing opposite her is Mitch, who has a cup of coffee in one hand.
Our eyes meet for a second, and I instantly recall my dream but I shove it out of my mind to turn to Katie.
