Page 30 of Bossy Mountain Daddies (Reverse Harem Mountain Daddies #3)

Skye

I turn to face them both before we walk into my room, suddenly feeling nervous despite my boldness downstairs.

"I've never done this before," I admit. "With two people, I mean."

"We'll take it slow," Griff says, his voice gentle. "And we’ll stop whenever you want to. No pressure."

Buck nods in agreement. "This is about making you feel good, Skye. Nothing more."

I take a deep breath, then step forward, closing the distance between us. I reach out and touch Buck’s chest before moving to Griff's. "I want this," I say. "I want both of you."

Buck steps closer, cupping my face in his huge hands.

"Then you'll have us," he murmurs before kissing me. His lips part and our tongues collide. When he pulls back, Griff is there, turning my face to his for his own kiss. I feel Buck’s eyes on me as he watches us together and it sends a jolt of desire through me.

We move to the bed, shedding clothes as we go.

The sight of these two men’s naked bodies in the dim light of my bedside lamp steals my breath.

They’re both hard and ready to go and the thought of fucking both of them tonight is making me so wet.

Before meeting them, I never in a million years imagined that this would be something I would do.

They begin to work in tandem, and it reminds me that this isn’t the first time they’ve done this.

While Griff kisses my mouth, Buck trails kisses down my neck, my collarbone, my breasts.

I feel my skin heat up under his lips, and I can’t help but moan.

I arch into Buck when he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, urging him on.

All three of us lay down on the bed and it’s a miracle we can all fit. I giggle at the sight of us but catch sight again of their ramrod cocks and swallow hard. Jesus, how’s this going to work?

Griff's hand slides down my stomach, and then between my legs, and I gasp. Buck moves lower, kissing down my stomach, following the path Griff’s hand just took.

Buck’s mouth feels incredible between my thighs—hot, wet, relentless.

His tongue flicks over my clit like he’s trying to start a fucking fire, and I swear to god, he’s succeeding.

My back arches off the bed, my fingers twisting in his hair, yanking him deeper.

He groans against me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine, and I whimper, thighs trembling around his head.

Then Griff’s there, his rough hands palming my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they’re stiff little peaks begging for his mouth.

His lips close around one, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.

The other gets the same treatment, his tongue swirling, flicking, teasing—until I’m writhing.

Buck pulls back just long enough to look up at me. “You taste like heaven, baby,” he growls before diving back in, his tongue spearing inside me now, fucking me in slow, filthy strokes.

Griff’s hands slide down my body, rough and possessive, squeezing my hips before flipping me onto my stomach like I weigh nothing. I barely have time to process what’s going on before his thick cock slides against my entrance—teasing and torturing me.

Buck moves up to the top of the bed, his cock brushing my lips, and I don’t hesitate—I take him deep, sucking him like my life depends on it.

His groan encourages me to keep going. His fingers tighten in my hair as I hollow my cheeks.

I bob my head up and down his cock, tasting salty pre-cum on my tongue.

Then Griff pushes into me, one brutal thrust that steals my breath.

I moan around Buck’s dick, my body stretching to take Griff, every inch of him splitting me open.

He doesn’t give me time to adjust—just starts fucking me hard and deep, his hips slapping against my ass, each thrust driving me further onto Buck’s cock.

I feel my pussy clenching around Griff’s dick like I’m trying to milk him dry. All I can hear is the sounds of skin on skin, and deep, filthy moans.

Buck looks at my mouth and growls, “Look at you—taking us both like you’ve done this a million times.” Then he shoves his cock in deeper, hitting the back of my throat. Griff’s grip on my hips tightens, his pace quickening.

Every nerve in my body is lit up like a Christmas tree. Buck’s fingers twist in my hair, Griff’s nails dig into my skin, and I’m close, so fucking close?—

Then Griff’s hand snakes around, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing circles, and I finally give in to my release. My scream is muffled by Buck’s cock as I come, my pussy spasming around Griff, my whole body shaking.

Griff groans, his thrusts turning erratic, and Buck’s grip turns punishing as he fucks my face. Then they’re both coming—Griff filling me up, Buck spilling down my throat—and I swallow every last drop, my body still trembling between them.

Oh my fucking god.

I collapse onto the bed, boneless, wrecked, and thoroughly satiated. I almost feel delirious from the pleasure.

Buck brushes my sweat-dampened hair from my face as I try to catch my breath. "Holy shit," I gasp, my voice raspy. "That was..."

"Incredible," Griff finishes for me, stretching out beside me on the bed. His chest rises and falls rapidly, skin glistening with sweat.

I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face. "Yeah. Incredible doesn't even begin to cover it."

Buck chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest against my back. "You're amazing, Skye. The way you took both of us..."

"I had no idea I could do that," I admit. "It felt so good. Like my whole body was on fire."

Griff's fingers move lightly up and down my stomach. "The sounds you made..."

"Pretty sure everyone in Flounder Ridge heard you," Buck teases, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

"Ha! It’s not like the two of you were exactly quiet," I tease, burying my face in Griff’s chest.

They both laugh, and I feel their bodies shaking against mine. It's strange how comfortable this feels—the three of us tangled together, sweaty and satisfied. No awkwardness, no regrets. Just the afterglow.

"I've never felt anything like that before," I confess, turning to look at both of them. "The way you worked together, and followed each other's rhythms," I finish.

I nestle between them, my body still humming with aftershocks of pleasure. The weight of their bodies on either side of me feels like a type of protection against everything outside this room—Daniel's cruel posts, my uncertain future, all of it temporarily held at bay by this cocoon of warmth.

"I never thought I'd be the kind of woman who could do this," I admit, staring up at the ceiling. "Be with two men at once. But it felt so right."

"That's because it was right," Buck murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. "For all of us."

Griff's hand finds mine, his calloused fingers threading through mine. "No regrets?"

"None," I say firmly, squeezing his hand.

We lie there for a moment, the only sound our breathing gradually returning to normal.

"I hate to ruin this moment," Buck says finally, his voice soft in the darkness, "but I should probably head out. Got that food delivery coming at six."

I turn to face him. "You don't have to go. You could stay and just set an alarm."

He smiles, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Trust me, if I stay, I won't be getting any sleep. Not with you looking like this." His eyes travel down my naked body, and I feel myself flush under his gaze.

Griff props himself up on one elbow. "I'll make sure she doesn't get lonely."

Buck laughs. "I'm counting on it." He reluctantly disentangles himself from us and stands, gathering his clothes from the floor.

I watch him dress, appreciating the play of muscles under his tattooed skin as he pulls on his jeans and t-shirt.

When he's fully dressed, he leans over the bed and cups my face in his hands.

His mouth descends on mine in a kiss so deep and passionate it curls my toes.

His tongue strokes against mine, slow and deliberate, like he's memorizing the taste of me.

"I can't wait for the next time," he whispers against my lips when he finally pulls back. His eyes are dark with promise, making my stomach flutter with anticipation. "Sleep well, beautiful."

"Drive safe," I say, already missing him.

Buck nods at Griff, a silent communication passing between them that I can't quite interpret, before he slips out the door.

Griff's arm tightens around me, pulling me closer against his warm chest.

"You okay?" he asks.

"So much better than okay," I murmur, turning to face him. "Tonight was incredible."

His dimple appears as he smiles down at me. I feel my eyelids growing heavy.

“I think I need to sleep. Are you comfortable? Need anything?”

“Nothing except you,” he responds.

“You’ve got me,” I say as I feel my body surrender to sleep.