Page 27 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

I’m still figuring Cash out, but he was definitely pissed to find me on all fours this morning in his living room. He was also pissed about my dietary requirements, like it’s my fault I can’t eat gluten. I don’t appreciate his tone, but I do appreciate his face. His eyes are a startling shade of green. I felt them on my ass this morning, prickling the skin there as he stared. If he were so pissed about me being there, he’d have told me to get out immediately instead of silently watching me do my leg raises.

I press my thighs together. I have too much time on my hands, and all I can think about is them. Fuck.

I slip my hand under my panties and close my eyes, releasing a heavy exhale. I blame the massage therapist at the mountain retreat for getting me all riled up, which explains why I’m carrying all of this sexual tension around now.

I find my clit and circle the nub. Since there’s nothing else to do around here, I let my imagination run wild. I have all three of them in my bed. They’re shirtless and wearing work pants, just how Cash looked yesterday morning. Hair in disarray, tangled from the wind. I can’t decide who I want to touch first…

They all sit on the edge of my bed, and the mattress dips, barely taking their weight because the three of them together weigh a ton.

Knox gives me a lethal glare.

Eli begins sliding his tongue up the length of my torso.

Cash is kissing my clit while he palms his cock.

God, if their dicks are as big as the rest of their giant bodies, I’m in big trouble.

My eyes flicker shut again as I imagine how it would feel.

Cash enters me.

I’m stretched in the most wonderful way.

It takes a few moments to adjust, but once I do, I’m in for a ride.

I slide my finger inside of my soaking wet entrance and pretend he’s fucking me. He’s not holding back, and neither is my finger right now, pumping with an aggressive rhythm. I curl it and imagine them taking turns, each hitting different spots. Three men. Three orgasms. Three times the fun.

My moans build as I edge closer to a climax.

I lift up my shirt and palm one of my breasts, pretending it’s Eli’s hand. He’s squeezing and flicking my nipple. It’s so hard between his fingers. Between his lips, as he starts to suck and pull.

“Holy…”

I add another finger inside of myself and use a third to stimulate my clit.

I’m seconds away from exploding when the door flies open.

And Eli is standing in the doorway with his jaw on the floor. His eyes are wide with shock.

Mortified doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel.

“Oh my fucking god!” I panic, pulling the sheets over my body.

But the damage has already been done.

Eli’s already seen me naked, fingering myself.

I stare at him in horror, feeling my cheeks flush the brightest shade of red. My clit is still throbbing from the orgasm I was moments away from having, and my breathing is labored, now for two different reasons, as I hyperventilate over what has got to be the most embarrassing moment of my life.

He knows what I look like naked now.

Shit.

But then I remind myself it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t know who I am. He doesn’t know anything about me.

The throbbing between my thighs continues.

This is hot. Mortifying and embarrassing, but totally hot. All of a sudden, I like the idea of Eli seeing me naked so much that I’m tempted to peel back the covers and let him have a second peek.