I think my eyes roll back in my head, but I can’t be sure because Khalil, Thorin, and Zeke start moving as one and all I can remember is floating on a cloud wrapped in darkness and sin as they grunt and curse and groan and lose themselves to the pleasure of having me trapped between them.
After, when I’m painted in their cum inside and out, I’m picked up by Khalil, and the others soon follow as he carries me into the water. We stop when the water is waist deep, and then he sets me down. I’m surrounded immediately by my men who are just as wild as ever despite following me back into my world of glitz and glamour, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Feeling content, I close my eyes and bask in the praise they shower me with as they use the sponges and soap Thorin and Zeke brought with them to bathe them from my body.
This is the part I enjoy the most—my men carefully piecing me together after brutally ripping me apart.
“I love you, Goldilocks.”
“Best and most terrifying, songbird,” Thorin reminds me.
“You make me feel whole, Princess.”
I’m bawling and whimpering like a baby and swearing through my ragged cries that they do it just to make me cry. I hear their chuckles and then feel their lips on my shoulder, forehead, and breasts as they attempt to console me and apologize for making me feel so happy and cherished. I have no way of knowing which mouth belongs to who. All I can do is tip my head toward the darkening sky when I feel their hands began to roam again with more purpose and give thanks that it was in these wilds I fell.
I’m still feeling raw about them splitting me open and stuffing their feelings inside, but luckily, I know the perfect way to get even. After we’d fucked and bathed once more before leaving the pool, I manage to sneak over to the path leading to the top of the waterfall.
I’m almost to the top of the cliff when I hear Zeke call after me. “Princess, what the fuck are you doing?”
Ignoring him, I find the exact spot where he jumped, and then I begin to back away with an evil grin when I hear him yell, “Holy fuck, she’s going to jump.”
Thorin and Khalil look up from the knives one of them is sharpening and the knot the other one is tying in a rope and when they see me, those overbearing assholes drop everything and start sprinting toward the path. Only Zeke remains as if he can’t look away and since I know Thorin and Khalil will be up here in a flash, I quickly judge the distance I put between me and the edge before deciding it’ll have to be enough when I see Thorin’s head crest the path.
I start sprinting toward the edge to their combined shouts, and at the very last second…I leap.
I instantly regret it, but it’s too late now as I plummet with a scream toward the surface of the moonlit water.
My ass is still stinging hours later after we’re all piled inside the tent for the night. After my big leap, I was forced to flee the hidden oasis when I took one look at the dark scowls on the faces of my mountain men and ran the other way.
They chased, of course, and it ended with me tossed over a tree stump, my hands bound with rope, and my mouth gagged with Thorin’s shirt as they took turns stripping my ass raw.
“Sunshine’s been a naughty girl,” Seth says into the quiet dark of our tent. I’d woken him up a couple of hours ago once Zeke’s time was up, and he immediately dared me to do it again after accessing all of Zeke’s recent memories.
And I do meanallof them.
“He’s right,” I confess with a yawn and a stretch as I get comfortable inside the bedroll I share with him. Feeling sated, I let my eyes drift closed to the sound of Seth’s heartbeat, and I’m already falling sleeping with a smile on my face when I mumble, “I fucked Bane.”
The tent immediately explodes with Seth’s loud cackles and Khalil and Thorin’s combined roar, “You what?”
AURELIA
Three Years Later
Cabindoesn’t quite feel like the right word to describe it. The massive rustic structure slowly taking shape blocks out part of the sun from this side. It’s been three years since we broke ground, but with only a small window every year to build before the snow falls, it’s taken some time to even get this far.
I will admit my excitement has made me a little impatient.
We’ve been staying for part of the year at the ranch, but it’s not the same as the cabin.
Although this log cabin won’t be the same as the old either. It’s bigger, grander, and most importantly, it will come with modern appliances. It’s also being built on one and a half acres overlooking the lake with Big Bear towering behind it like a massive shadow. We chose not to build it as high for easier access to town, but the guys are already talking about building a smaller hunting cabin somewhere more secluded.
The guys have been working around the clock to get it ready before the fall comes, so that we can finally spend our first winter inside, but I haven’t been allowed anywhere near by decree of my very protective, very obsessive mountain men, and I’ve obeyed until today.
Seth has been texting me pictures nonstop until my curiosity finally drove me up from the ranch.
“Let’s go see your daddies!” I say to my son and daughter as we leave the car.
Already, I can see traces of Khalil in the details with the roaring bears and howling wolves etched into the narrow support beams in the extended overhang. The natural awning shields the front door and the steps leading to it, and I start toward them when one of my mountain men barrels through, having received my text warning him that we were on our way.
