Page 126 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

Fuck, I never thought I could miss a person this much.

“The dance! I need help again. I tried what you showed me, but I kept falling over,” says Henry.

Sienna sets him back on the ground, and he stumbles a bit, so excited he doesn’t know what to do.

“I’ll teach you… pinkie promise.” Sienna sticks out her little finger and Henry wraps his around hers. “But maybe tomorrow, bud, when you’ve had a good night’s sleep. It’s late, and I have lots of boring unpacking to do.”

“Can you read me a bedtime story?” he asks, looking wide-eyed up at Sienna.

“Henry, Sienna has lots of⁠—”

“Of course I will, Hen-Hen!” exclaims Sienna, interrupting Eli. “But you should go back inside with your daddy where it’s warm. I’ll be right in.”

Daddy?

Eli looks at Sienna and tenses. Sienna didn’t mean to say that, but the kid isn’t reacting. He takes Eli’s hand and waltzes inside, leaving the three of us starstruck.

“I’m not sure if Henry even noticed that you just called Eli his dad,” says Knox.

Sienna shrugs. “I mean, Henry probably sees Eli that way.”

I step closer to Sienna, wiping a tear away from her cheek.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t respond to your email. I got caught up in all the things I had to get done.”

“Never apologize again,” says Knox, stepping in next to me. “You’ve been doing way too much of that.”

I’m all over Sienna like white on rice the second Henry goes to bed. Fuck. I need her body more than I need to breathe.

“I need to get out of this dress and into the shower,” says Sienna, as she begins taking off her clothes.

“You’re not lifting a finger.” Knox pushes her hand away, lifting the dress over her head before she has time to protest.

She’s wearing a bra underneath the same shade as her skin. I waste no time unhooking it and tugging it off, tossing it onto the floor.

“I’m serious, you guys,” moans Sienna. “I haven’t showered all day.”

“Even better,” groans Knox. He teases Sienna, moving his fingers to find her clit through her panties.

She moans again, mashing her hips into Knox’s touch.

I watch everything unfold, hard as steel in my pants.

“Guys,” she sighs. “I seriously need to shower.”

“I like it best when you’re dirty,” moans Eli.

“But I still have the smell of LA all over me and⁠—”

“Then lie back. There’s no need to shower when we can lick you clean,” I say, motioning for her to sit on the edge of the bed.

The other two begin to walk her back toward my bed.

Her ass hits the mattress, and she falls back, collapsing, wearing nothing but panties.

I really need those off. Now.

Eli isn’t rushing, playing the long game with Knox as they tease her clit through the lacy fabric, bringing her to the edge.