Page 58 of My Three Mountain Men

“I know,” Ryder agreed, and I blushed crimson, burying my face in the blanket.

In long, even strokes, their hands moved over my body, Brooks’ palms lingering at the base of my thighs, his movements spreading my legs apart. The tips of his fingers brushed against the moistness of my lips, and I sighed deeply. I became distinctly aware of Brooks’ manliness directly in front of me, the bulge growing in my face, my wetness mounting as Ryder pried me apart.

“Why do I feel like this isn’t going to be a massage?” I mumbled, the question cut short as one of Ryder’s fingers propped itself inside me. I moaned, the digit falling in effortlessly, my lids half-closing.

“What’s going on over there?” Knox asked teasingly, his voice hard.

“Why don’t you come over and find out?” I rasped, bucking upward to allow Ryder more leverage.

My hands reached up for Brooks, falling over the waist of his pants to pull his cock free, head arching back. I couldn’t see if Knox had followed my advice, my palms curling over the tumescent shaft, ready and waiting for my mouth.

This was a first for us, the three of us together, but we flowed naturally, like a choreographed dance.

A third set of hands fell on me, these ones on my back, softer and more caressing. Undeniably Knox’s. I knew each of their touches so well, even without looking.

Brooks’ fingers twined through my locks as my mouth found him, Ryder lifting my hips toward him. Knox’s mouth trailed over the skin of my back, and I floated somewhere above them all in the living room, taking in the candlelit utopia with disbelieving awe.

Is this my life now? It could be. Permanently.

Brooks’ cock slipped into my mouth, gently at first, his palms easing me through as the tip of Ryder’s head slid over my slippery opening. Knox kneaded into the muscles of my back, maintaining the massage, his own erection brushing against my breast as he stood beside us, watching, his breaths quickening with Ryder’s first thrust.

Again, I cried out, the vibration hardening Brooks inside me.

“Fuck,” Brooks moaned, falling back slightly to brace himself with his other hand. His hold on me strengthened as Ryder began to pound me.

The gentle slap of him against my ass intensified Knox’s excitement, his hands digging deeper, his breath finding my neck as I worked harder over Brooks’ thickening cock.

Groans filled my ears, although it was getting difficult to tell from where they were coming.

Someone’s hand slid beneath me to stroke at my throbbing clit, and I gasped, water filling my eyes.

Another finger rimmed my ass, and I tried to look through my peripheral vision, but Brooks held me in place, his climax mounting inside me.

Ryder pushed harder, his grunts growing louder. The finger rubbed harder, and my own orgasm mounted. I peered up at Brooks, who grimaced a smile, biting on his lower lip, cock delving deeper into my throat until I almost couldn’t breathe. Suddenly, Ryder was out of me, and I squeaked, pulling back to stare at him accusingly, but before I could ask him what he was doing, Knox yanked me down onto his lap, my back against his chest, his hardness replacing Ryder’s.

“My turn,” he growled as his cousins gaped at him.

“Bastard,” Ryder grunted, but repositioned himself behind me as Brooks moved back to his position in front of me. Knox bucked upward, and kneaded my nipples, as Ryder pulled my hair from my face, lowering it to Brooks’ hardness once more, his free hand on himself.

I found Brooks again, and in seconds, we were back in rhythm, my climax at the brink, spilling over Knox instead of Ryder.

Brooks released in my mouth, groaning happily. I swallowed his arousal down, licking my lips. Knox pulled out and finished himself off with a few quick thrusts of his hand, then wiped down my back.

Ryder waited patiently to peel me away, spreading me apart next to his cousin. As Knox and Brooks caught their breaths, Ryder plunged back into me from behind, his mouth on my shoulder, his eye at my level.

“We love you, Superstar,” he whispered.

My body fully quivered at the sentiment, the orgasm enveloping me like nothing I had ever experienced before.

He’s just speaking in the heat of the moment,I told myself in the haze, but as he erupted inside me, our sweat and skin comingling, my arms collapsing, the feeling remained with me long afterward.

The four of us sprawled onto the couch, a mishmash of naked legs, arms, and lazy laughter in the flicker of firelight, a headiness overtaking me that I wanted to last forever.

Could it last forever?

“This is the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had,” Brooks announced, kissing my toes, and the others agreed.

“Yes,” Ryder nodded.

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