Page 60 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

I breathe in the scent, letting it ease some of the tension in my shoulders. It smells better than any shampoo I’ve ever used—lavender and basil and a hint of something musky.

My mind wanders to Knox. I run a finger over my nipple, remembering the way he captured it between his teeth, sucking and biting and…

I lose my breath and my balance at the same time. I press my back into the tile wall and attempt to pull myself together, but too much has happened today, and I don’t know how to feel about it all.

I bring my hands to my breasts, stimulating each nipple, but it doesn’t compare to the way it felt when Knox did it.

My mind wanders to Cash. He was the reason I wanted to leave tonight. He’s such an ass, but it’s so easy to overlook how rude he is when he looks like that.

I collapse against the wall and run my hands over my body. I trail a finger south until it reaches my clit, which is already throbbing.

Pleasure fills my senses, but it quickly dissipates, and another feeling replaces it. Disappointment.

I’ve taken myself there a million times already. This time I need something different.

It’s been me and my finger for too long. I was so damn close to getting what I needed earlier—to end this torment once and for all. But Knox stopped and I don’t even know why. Out of respect?

I’ve never even considered having sex outside before. There’s always someone around. Even in a private hot tub, you’re always worrying about there being a camera close by.

But there’s no way there are cameras at the top of this mountain.

I’m ready for something different, though. I need to go off the rails a little. Okay… maybe a lot.

I see now why former Hollywood stars end up going down that avenue. The press calls them crazy, but maybe it’s just liberation.

After years of conforming—of being the person fans expect me to be—I feel it’s time to flip the switch and do something unexpected. Something that would take the world by storm…

The thing is, I feel safe here for some reason. With these big burly men. And I haven’t truly felt safe since I was living in Michigan with Grammy.

I insert a finger into myself under the flowing water and gasp loudly.

The scent of the guys’ shaving cream drifts into my nose, and now I’m even closer to my orgasm.

I imagine their cocks filling me.

Taking turns.

Hitting places inside me I didn’t even know existed.

“Sienna?”

I pause what I’m doing, and my eyes fly open.

“Um, yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’ll be out in a sec.”

The moment is gone—again.

I turn off the shower and step out, catching my reflection in the mirror. I tilt my head in assessment, noticing my flushed cheeks. I watch a water droplet fall from my nipple, still hard from the thought of being shared by the men.

They have no idea what they’re doing to me.

I tilt my pelvis, running a finger through my center. My clit is swollen and red. At first, this was fun and just felt naughty. Now it’s becoming painful.

I blame Knox for being too fucking respectful.