Page 24 of My Three Mountain Men

I flipped over on my side as if to block out the intrusive thoughts. I wasn’t playing this “what if” game with myself. They had been old enough when we’d decided to come here. They weren’t babies. I hadn’t forced them. And they’d always been free to leave.

And they weren’t missing out on anything. They could even get the occasional piece of ass in Loganville if they so desired.

The hard-on refused to diminish; the image of the light-haired vixen front and center in my memory now as my jaw tightened.

Fuck, Brooks! Why did you have to do it right there in the dining room?

I turned onto the other side and willed myself to think of anything else. My muscles ached from chopping wood, wood that didn’t need to be chopped, wood that I had hacked to pieces to release pent-up energy to keep distance between myself and Simone.

Only to return home and find my cousin banging her on the table.

My cock throbbed, and I groaned lightly, sliding my palm beneath the waistband of my sweatpants, grasping the thickness with too much force.

“Stop it,” I muttered to my cock.

Simone’s face reappeared again, a flirtatious smile forming on her full lips, and my eyes closed, agony striking my chest.

No. No, I didn’t need this. Simone’s presence was bad for so many reasons.

My palm slid over the smooth skin of my shaft, the blonde’s brilliant white teeth shining back at me from my mind’s eye.

No. No. NO!

But it was too late. I’d already started, and my strokes grew more intense, my teeth gritting together, jaw clenched almost painfully.

Her mouth opened, and she said something, but I didn’t want to hear it. I’d heard enough of her lies.

“Go away, Alisa,” I muttered, wishing it were that easy to dismiss her.

To my utter shock, the image in my head shifted, and Alisa’s face became Simone’s, the smile remaining exactly the same, her mouth making a sound now.

“Why don’t you like me, Ryder? What have I ever done to you?”

Blood pulsated through my cock, fingers firm around the head of my shaft, and I bit down on my lower lip.

“I’m nothing like her, you know? Can’t you tell?”

I groaned, the surge of my orgasm jutting through unexpectedly to spill over my stomach, and my eyes opened again. A stain of embarrassment touched my cheeks, and I hastily reached toward the bedside to clean up the mess.

Great. I’m going all Jack Nicholson in The Shining,I thought, sitting up with a frown. But as I slipped out of my dirty pants and changed into a new pair of boxers and tracksuit, I felt a smidgen of relief that it wasn’t Alisa who had seen me through that bout of sexual desire.

Not that I needed to be thinking of Simone like that, either.

Distractions around here were not beneficial to any of us, least of all me. Knox and Brooks had the benefit of being able to screw around if they wanted, but I had to keep my attention on running things.

And that was exactly what I intended to do.

Why did she have to be so damn beautiful, though? Why couldn’t Brooks have brought home some half-dead grandma instead?

CHAPTER12

Knox

The internet was getting spottier, a few minutes on, most of the time off. I didn’t push it. We didn’t need it, anyway, but I kept an eye on things from my office, mostly because I didn’t want to deal with the girl.

I was curious to see if anyone was missing her, but every time I tried to get online, I got knocked off. As far as I could tell, there were no reports of her missing yet, but I couldn’t accept that as fact, given the fleeting opportunity I had to look.

Brooks approached me around noon to ask if Simone could get online, and I scoffed loudly at his request.

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