Page 30 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

I slap a hand over my mouth in case I accidentally gasp and get caught watching him. He’ll stop, and I don’t want him to stop until he’s coming in his hands.

His jaw is strained, eyes snapped shut.

It’s no coincidence that he saw me earlier and now he’s doing this.

I zero in on his giant hands. I’m guessing they can do a lot more than cook.

The tip of his dick surfaces between his hands, all magenta and swollen and hard.

He releases a choked groan, seconds away from finishing. I’m counting on that climax just as much as he is.

The ache returns to my center, my clit swelling with the thought of him pushing into me.

Holden’s cock is nothing compared to this.

I salivate, feeling myself dribble. I’m too star-struck to wipe away the saliva, to do anything but stand and stare and wish it were me he was coming into, instead of his hands.

He groans as he comes, every muscle on his face contracting. I duck down as soon as he opens his eyes.

And begin to fall over.

Fuck, I forgot I was wearing stilettos.

I lose my balance and faceplant in the snow. But it feels nice. Cooling. I was working up quite a sweat just from watching Eli.

I army crawl through the snow until I’m far enough away from the window to stand again. I brush myself off and look back at the sky. The pinks and purples are darker now as the sun dips between the mountains.

I snap back to reality when the sun completely disappears. What the fuck am I doing? I can’t be here. The men are attractive, and the isolation is nice, but these factors are what’s gonna kill me. And I don’t want to die. Not yet. Not before I prove myself to Grammy up in heaven and make her proud. I can’t die being a disappointment to her.

My mind wanders back to Eli. What else does he do with those hands, besides cook and massage his dick? I absolutely want to find out, but I know it’s not a good idea.

My pulse spikes for a more than one reason. I trudge back to my own cabin, reeling from seeing Eli. I need him inside of me. I need all of them. I want all three of them in my bedroom, stripping me naked, each taking turns.

My inability to control myself around them is why I need to get the fuck out of here. Now. Before they kill me or whatever else they’re planning to do.

I hurry the rest of the way to the cabin and start throwing stuff into my bag.

There’s a good chance I’ll have to get down this mountain on foot if the Bentley is still stuck. But I don’t care. I need to get out of here before I end up like that deer on my plate.

Chapter 10

Knox

Eli has been quiet this evening, not at all like his usual self.

I wonder if our guest is to blame for the overcooked rabbit. It tastes like rubber and smoke, and was obviously cooked too long.

“Has anyone seen Sienna today?”

“No,” blurts out Eli, sounding super guilty about something.

I narrow my eyes. I can smell the lie coming off of him.

“She should eat some dinner.”

“She probably doesn’t want any.”

I narrow my eyes again. “That’s not very hospitable of you, Eli.”