Page 88 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

Sienna

Three days later, I’m still at the top of the mountain, avoiding responsibility and missing “important” meetings.

In my defense, meetings were scheduled without checking my availability first. They’re obviously doing their best to drag me back to LA.

But they’re going to have to do more than that.

It’s hard to find an incentive to return when I’m seeing stars at least twice a day.

My obsession with Knox, Cash and Eli isn’t slowing down. I can’t get enough of them.

I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve fucked over the past few days. My clothes are off as soon as I hear Henry’s bedroom door shut at night. I’m climbing onto a lap—I don’t care whose—and being filled up by one as the other two wait their turn.

They shoot each other angry glares and pretend to be mad at each other, but they secretly seem to enjoy waiting their turn.

It’s pretty obvious Cash likes to watch. I mentioned this to him once. He denied it, of course. He’s still letting his pride interfere even though he surrendered a few days ago and admitted weakness.

But I see the way he stares at me across the room while one of his friends is fucking me. I’m the only thing he can see.

I’m an actress after all—I put on a performance and capture people’s attention—it’s what I do best.

But none of this is acting.

I don’t need to act. I wear the guy’s clothes that are all huge on me. I don’t even bother with makeup or styling my hair in the morning. I roll out of bed, skip the mirror entirely, and the men start eye fucking me as we drink our morning coffee.

Life is pretty damn good. Until I check my phone and see that the subscriber page with the uncensored image of my ass has over ten million clicks. Yeah. That sucks.

But it sucks less now since I have better things to suck. When the guys and I have playtime, I completely forget about LA.

But then Jules calls me, asking me when I’m coming home, and all I can think about is how much fun I’m having up here.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I wince at Knox as we head outside to light a fire. “We could do this inside, you know, behind locked doors.”

“No!” protests Henry loudly, jumping in. “We have to do it outside. It’s tradition! That’s what Uncle Eli always says.”

I turn to Eli, who shrugs and lets the boy run out front with the kindling.

“Can I light the fire?” Henry pleads.

“No,” say all three men in unison.

My heart warms when I watch Henry take a seat on one of the tree stumps. There are four stumps, and Henry’s is the smallest.

“Sienna needs a seat,” says Cash, grabbing a log that must weigh fifty pounds and settling near the stumps.

“Thanks.”

“Be careful not to get a splinter in your ass,” he says.

“Funny.” I waggle my brows and take my seat next to Henry as Eli strikes a match.

Flames roar, devouring the kindling.

Henry clutches his pile. “Is it my turn yet?”

“Nope,” says Eli. “Hold tight, bud. I’ll tell you when.

Orange envelops my vision as the flames grow. I watch Eli’s face—deep in concentration—and feel another fire start somewhere else.