Page 42 of Bossy Mountain Daddies (Reverse Harem Mountain Daddies #3)

But he still won’t let me come. He’s holding back, fucking me with this controlled rhythm that’s driving me insane. I can feel my orgasm building again, this time even stronger than before, my toes curling, but he’s still teasing me, still dragging it out.

And then, finally, he lets go. His hips slam into mine, his cock buried deep inside me as he comes, his release pulsing into me, hot and thick. I’m shaking, so close I can taste it, but he pulls out before I can finish, leaving me trembling on the edge.

Griff moves into position and his eyes lock with mine as he enters me, the intensity of his gaze almost too much to bear. His rhythm is steady, controlled, his hands firm on my body.

"Don’t leave us again, baby," he says, his voice rough with emotion and desire. "You belong here. With us."

His fingers trace the curve of my hip, rough and possessive, before sliding down to my thigh and pulling my leg over his shoulder. I gasp as he spreads me wide, leaving me exposed and trembling. His eyes burn into mine, dark and hungry.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. His thumb brushes my clit, sending a jolt of electricity straight through me. I whimper, arching into his touch, but he pulls away, leaving me desperate and aching. “Not yet, baby. You’re gonna earn it.”

He reaches down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak until I’m squirming beneath him. His teeth graze my sensitive flesh, and I cry out, my nails digging into his back.

“Rub your clit,” he orders, his voice low and commanding.

My hand trembles as I obey, circling my swollen clit in time with his thrusts.

He’s so deep inside me, and each stroke hits that sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body.

I can feel myself tightening around him, my orgasm building like a freight train.

“That’s it, Skye,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “Be a good girl for me.” His hips snap against mine, driving me closer to the edge. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.”

Finally, I shatter. My orgasm rips through me, so intense it feels like my soul is being torn from my body.

My hips are bucking wildly as he keeps fucking me, prolonging the bliss until I’m begging him to stop.

But he doesn’t. He keeps going, his thrusts relentless, until I’m crying out again, my body convulsing with pleasure as my second orgasm hits even harder than the first.

Griff grips my hips as he pounds into me, his own release building. I can feel him throbbing inside me, his cum filling me as he comes with a guttural groan. He collapses on top of me, both of us panting like we just ran a marathon.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against my neck, before pressing a kiss to my lips. I shiver, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

We lie there under the stars, our breathing gradually slowing, our bodies cooling in the night air. I feel hands on me—stroking my hair, my arm, my thigh—though in the pleasant haze of afterglow, I'm not sure whose is whose. It doesn't matter. They're all mine, and I am theirs.

Later, we migrate inside to Ford's living room, the plush sectional easily accommodating all four of us. I'm wrapped in one of Ford's soft throw blankets, my naked body still humming with pleasure.

Buck returns from the kitchen with four glasses of water, passing them around before settling beside me. Griff sits on my other side, while Ford sits on the end. The comfortable silence between us feels like a warm embrace, but there are things I need to say—promises I need to make.

"I just have to say it again… I'm so sorry I left the way I did," I begin, my voice quiet in the stillness of the room. "The note was... you all deserved better."

"You already apologized," Buck says, his arm settling around my shoulders. "It's done."

"I know, but I need to explain better." I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "When Daniel saw us together, the look on his face—that disgust—it triggered all my insecurities. I kept imagining everyone I knew looking at me that way. Judging me."

Ford leans forward, his elbows on his knees. "That’s such a horrible thing to feel."

"It wasn't just that though." I twist the edge of the blanket between my fingers. "I was scared of how much I felt for all of you. How right it seemed to be with you, even though it's so different from anything I ever imagined for myself."

Griff's hand finds mine beneath the blanket. "Different doesn't mean wrong."

"I know that now." I squeeze his hand. "But after hearing about Miranda, I panicked. I didn’t want to be another woman who would eventually hurt you all. I decided I needed to leave before things got too deep."

"And now?" Ford asks quietly.

"Now I realize things were already deep. That running away hurt all of us more than staying and facing my fears ever could." I look at each of them in turn, wanting them to see the truth in my eyes. "I want to give this—us—a real chance. I don't care who knows about it or what they think."

Buck's arm tightens around me. "What if people around here talk?"

"Let them talk." I say it with more conviction than I expected to feel. "What we have is ours. It's not for anyone else to understand or approve of."

"And if you get scared again?" Griff asks, his voice gentle but direct.

"I'll talk to you." I meet his eyes, wanting desperately for him to believe me. "All of you. I promise I won't just take off. I'll tell you what I'm feeling, what I'm afraid of." I pause, swallowing past the lump in my throat. "But I don't want to leave. I want to stay here. With all of you."

The words hang in the air between us, my declaration of intent, my choice made clear. Ford rises from his spot and comes to sit on the coffee table directly in front of me.

"We want that too," he says simply.

"There's something else you should know," Griff says after a moment. "Something we did while you were gone."

I turn to him, curious. "What?"

"We went to see Daniel."

"Wait a minute… what??"

"Drove to Denver," Buck explains. "Went to his office. Had a little chat."

My heart races. "What did you say to him?"

"We told him to leave you alone," Ford says. "To stop posting about you, about us."

I try to imagine the three of them confronting Daniel in his sleek corporate office.

"Was he awful?" I ask, already dreading the answer.

To my surprise, Griff shakes his head. "Not exactly. He was defensive at first, but then... something changed."

"Turns out Alicia dumped him," Buck adds. "For some rich guy."

"Oh." I'm not sure how to feel about that. Despite everything, a small part of me flinches at the thought of Daniel being hurt.

"He said it gave him perspective," Griff continues. "Made him understand better how you felt when he cheated."

"Really?" I'm skeptical. The Daniel I knew wasn't big on introspection.

Ford nods. "He promised not to post anything else about you or about us. Said he was sorry for how he treated you."

"And you believe him?" I ask.

"Strangely, yes," Griff says. "He also apologized to me. For how he's treated me since the divorce."

That surprises me even more. Daniel had always been so cold toward Griff, so unforgiving about the divorce.

"That's... wow." I lean back against the couch, processing this unexpected development. "So he won't tell everyone about us?"

"That's what he said," Buck confirms. "And even if he breaks his word, so what? Like you said—let them talk."

The fear of judgment, of humiliation, of being the subject of cruel gossip—it suddenly seems so much smaller, so much less important than what I have right here.

"Thank you," I say, looking between them. "For doing that. For standing up for me even after I left."

"We care about you, Skye," Ford says simply. "That didn't stop when you got in your car and drove away."

The sincerity in his voice makes my eyes sting with tears. "I don't deserve you guys."

"Probably not," Buck teases, making me laugh. "But you're stuck with us now."

"Promise?" I ask, and I'm not just being cute. I need to hear it.

"Promise," Griff says, his voice steady and sure.

"For as long as you want us," Ford adds.

"All of us," Buck finishes, his arm still warm around my shoulders.

I look around at these three incredible men who've somehow become the center of my world in such a short time. This unlikely family we're creating, this unconventional love that shouldn't work but somehow does.

"I think I'm going to want you for a very long time," I admit, my voice soft but certain.

Buck grins, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Good thing we're not going anywhere."

Outside, the night wraps around Ford's house like a protective blanket. Inside, I'm surrounded by warmth and acceptance and a love I never expected to find.