Page 42 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

One thing always leads to another. Before I know it, instead of meditating, I’m under the sheets fingering myself.

I sigh now on the couch, feeling the flames lull me to sleep.

As I lay my head down, I smell Knox. Of course. He’s been sleeping on the couch. This is exactly why I want my old cabin back. It can’t be good for my health to be turned on this much. It’d be different if these men were actually doing something about the way they’re making me feel…

I shut my eyes and focus on the sounds of the crackling fire. Unfortunately, my mind has other plans. Until I’m sexually satisfied, all I’ll be able to think about is how much I want these guys.

I flip onto my side, groaning. I never understood true sexual frustration until now.

I’ve been starving for years. Looking back, Holden scratched the itch. But was it ever this?

Absolutely not.

I cringe when I think about Eli and our last conversation—when he told me I didn’t need to feel embarrassed about touching myself. That was two days ago. He hasn’t said anything like that since then.

Cash ignores me too, but his reasons are different. Apparently, he hates me and everything I stand for.

He should get a grip. Just because I’m an actress doesn’t mean I’m a bad person.

I help myself to a glass of water. Surprisingly, the tap water up here tastes better than any expensive bottled water you can find in LA.

I lean into the countertop and survey today’s outfit. I’ve had better. I’ve also had worse. Knox insisted I wear some of his clothes. They’re huge, which reminds me how small I am compared to him. He said I need to be comfortable, though, and my clothes are definitely not comfortable. He’s not wrong.

My heart lurches every time I think about him saying that.

What’s weird is how… normal they’re all being. They’re not treating me like they want me in any way. They’re giving me nothing—making zero advancements—and it’s weird.

They say my name like I’m just a buddy of theirs, and they dress me in the most non-revealing clothes possible. They are the complete opposite of the men I know and hate back home, which is why I’m probably so drawn to them.

They have got to be the least superficial people I’ve ever met. Everything up here has a purpose, and the clothes they wear are designed simply to keep them warm. Fashion statements aren’t really a thing. These men value practicality and look at things from a survival perspective.

In retrospect, surviving felt harder on the red carpet than it does up here—even with no premium grocery stores or Pilates studios around.

Eli returns to check on the vegetables in the oven and I can’t help but notice his broad shoulders and tight ass.

At dinnertime, I sit at the table and shovel mashed potatoes into my mouth, thinking about how much weight I’m going to gain while I’m here and not even caring.

“This is so good. What’s the secret ingredient?” I ask. “Oh, wait… Avocado oil?”

Eli sniffs a laugh, focused on his plate instead of me. “Butter. I know a guy down in the valley who has cows,” he says, “We milk and kill them ourselves.”

“The beef is out of this world,” adds Cash. “Try a burger when you’re back in the city. You’ll be able to taste the difference.”

So nice of him to bring up that I’m leaving soon.

There goes my appetite. I glance out of the window and notice that the wind is gone. It must’ve died down this afternoon when I was snoozing by the fire.

“Not long left now,” says Cash, with a huge smile on his face.

“He’s right.” Knox is too consumed by weather reports to read the room. It’s kinda funny. I like that about him. “From what the forecast says, we’re through the last of the wind and snow. The sun should be shining all day tomorrow.”

I grimace. That means the snow will be melting.

Shit. Will tomorrow be my last day here?

There’s a rock in the pit of my stomach, and Cash is to blame for planting it there.

“So, you used to live in the city?” I circle back around to his burger comment.