Page 67 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
Charlie ignores him, too preoccupied with watching his effect on me. His lips are swollen and flushed, his breath panting against my clit. When he licks it again, I jerk against Charlie’s tongue, the pressure tightening inside me and I reach out to hold Wes’ shirt. He leans down and fuses our lips, our tongues tangling and fighting for control.
Wes takes it when he wraps his hand around my throat lightly and I moan in his mouth the dominance makes me jerk and flush against Charlie’s tongue.
Charlie moans to show how much he enjoyed that and growls.
"Whatever you just did to her, do it again."
Wes squeezes my neck a little tighter and my body jerks again on the verge of an orgasm. I should be embarrassed to discover my kink this way. I didn’t know that I liked the edge of danger with sex. Keegan for all his bad boy image and abusiveness was boringly vanilla in bed. So when Wes eats at my lips, commanding my mouth to obey him, I'm surprised to find myself melting, aching to submit totally to him.
And I'm not even humiliated or bothered by the thought.
Maybe it's because I know I'm safe with him. With all the brothers.
When Wes squeezes his hand deliberately at my throat and devours my lip I know he won't hurt me.
So having him take control relaxes me, and makes me really,reallyhorny.
My thoughts fly apart as Charlie roughly grabs my thigh pulling me closer, suffocating himself with my scent and smell. Wes grins and whips up my shirt, dragging down mybra. He takes my nipples between his tongue, his teeth scraping against the nipples watching me the whole time for my response. I can't help but mewl at the bite of pain as he makes me arc in the air.
"Please, Wes."
"Don't mind if I do. Fuck her hard, Charlie," he growls suddenly, and Charlie drives his finger into my pussy.
"Yes!" The gasp flies out of me. He hits me so deep that I recall how huge his cock felt yesterday.
Charlie pulls out and thrusts again, and it only takes a few more to send me flying. I break apart with a guttural cry.
When I finally come down from my orgasm, Wes lays a gentle kiss on my lips as Charlie breathes hard against the chair, his eyes still glazed over, his mouth wet with my juices. Something arcs through me again and before I know it, I’m on my knees crawling over to him to lick his lips, tasting myself on him.
In an instant, his hand wraps in my hair pulling me into his lap as he devours me. He shifts me into his lap and as I instinctively grind against his erection, he moans in my mouth again.
Desire spikes again. I reach for his zipper to draw him out so he can fuck me. Then maybe Wes can take me from behind at the same time.
I've never been taken in the ass before but the thought of it sends a thrill through me.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
The foreign voice is like a splash of cold water on my body. I tear my lips away from Charlie and my head snaps to the doorway, horror dawning on me when I find Mitch standing there with a scowl.
"Oh my God." All the breath leaves me. I don't knowwhat to do or even say. I want to hide but there’s no hiding from the judgment in his gaze.
I feel so exposed.
Charlie presses me into his body as he faces his brother, and Wes moves to stand in between us and Mitch.
Mitch looks from one to the other of his brothers and gestures. “Well? Is anyone going to answer my fucking question?”
“I think it's obvious,” Wes says, sounding remarkably calm. “Or do I need to spell it out?”
“I think you might. Because I cannot for the life of my think of why the two of you would think this is an appropriate thing to do in the middle of the day on our mom’s fucking kitchen table."
My face heats up. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me.
“Why not?” Charlie asks. “It’s like you said. We’re both adults so we deal with the problem like adults. We both want Patty so we decided to both have her.”
“And is Patty okay being a plaything between the two of you?”
“Don’t insult her,” Wes snaps. “She’s not a plaything. And you’re not as much of a prude as you’re pretending to be. I remember the stories about you and that girl under the football bleachers."
