Page 43 of Eco-Activist’s Mountain Men (Mountain Men Reverse Harem #4)

"Making love, not nailing, thank you very much, Toby, you disgusting, misogynistic neanderthal. Anyway, what's Daddy got to do with it?"

"Hopefully nothing. But I tell you what—I could do with letting my hair down after all that excitement. The plunge pool's only a few minutes away, so what do you say we have another go, right now, just to check the old equipment's still working, eh?"

Luna pauses, head tilted, seemingly considering Toby's suggestion. Finally, she speaks. "I could do with a release after all that excitement. What better release than a fantastic orgasm? Come on… last one in the pool has to make supper!"

The water is surprisingly cool at first, and we swim and dive, splash and cavort, not willing to stay still until our bodies have adapted to the plunge pool's temperature. Soon enough, though, we're warm enough in the water to do what we came to do.

I grab my chance—literally—and take hold of Luna by her delicate waist, pulling her to me in a passionate embrace, which she returns with equal fire. Our lips meet, and our tongues collide as we kiss like this really is our last day on Earth, and our final opportunity to make love.

I make way for Luke, who scoops her up in his huge arms and whirls her around, both of them laughing and splashing.

His laughter is deep, hers wild and free, echoing against the rocks as if the world itself is celebrating with us.

He quite literally throws Luna to Toby, who catches her with a bark of joy and nibbles at her ear lobes, making her squeal and squirm, the sound mingling with her helpless giggles.

Before she knows it, she's been passed on to Eric, who holds her like she's the most precious thing on Earth—which indeed she is to all of us—and kisses her mouth and neck before sliding his lips down her wet skin to her firm, ripe little breasts, her nipples swollen into tight buds that he flicks with his tongue.

I come up behind her and lift her by the waist. She spreads herself wide, and my hardness probes and searches for the soft, wet entrance to her pussy.

Finding it, I nudge the head of my cock inside and rest it there.

Luna gasps, panting between kisses, before crying out, "Take me, Jack—I want you all the way inside. Do it, do it now."

Pushing forward with my hips, I feel the velvety clutch of her insides as she clings to my shaft, sensations surging so overwhelming that I almost stagger, but I regain my balance and push once more.

Halfway in, and now I'm moaning with the sheer delight of it, her tightness gripping me, stroking me as I sink deeper.

The sensation is wonderful, overwhelming—no words can truly describe it.

And yet beyond the physical, I feel her surrendering to me, trusting me, her heartbeat fluttering against mine.

We build a rhythm together, as Eric holds her from the front, kissing her lips, her neck, her eyelids, her flushed cheeks.

Her legs are spread behind her as I drive in further, then pull partway back, before pushing again.

Each movement feels not just primal but tender, like a vow we're all silently making to her and to one another.

Soon, the three of us are moving as one, like parts of the same body, each of us in perfect harmony, thrusting, withdrawing, steadying ourselves against the water lapping all around us.

Luke steps in, his fingers sliding down to her cock-filled pussy, moving upwards until he finds her clitoris.

His other hand circles her breast and flicks her nipple, making her squeal, not from shock but from pure delight.

"Too much?"

"No," she pants. "Harder, harder."

Her breath is slamming out of her now as I quicken my pace, my cock fully withdrawing and plunging deep with each thrust, grinding my way inside her.

My eyes roll back—I'm approaching that moment of no return.

Suddenly, Luna stiffens, then bucks wildly in my arms, screaming her orgasm into the late afternoon sunshine.

But there's no one to hear. Just us. The helicopters are long gone, and we have all the privacy we need.

Without holding back, I let go and howl, plunging one final time into her hot insides, filling her with my seed, letting the sensations wash over me.

The warmth of Luna's body, her firm, athletic thighs holding me in place, the lap and flow of the water around me—it feels like I've given her everything I am.

I make way for Luke, who turns her around in his huge arms to face him.

He strides to the edge of the pool, carrying her with him, and in one supple movement pulls them both out of the water.

Now he's sitting at the edge, legs dangling in the pool, while she straddles him, face-to-face, nose to nose.

She smiles, and he smiles back, the kind of smile that speaks of devotion, not just lust. She reaches down to guide him into her, and lets out a cry of delight as he enters.

Now Eric steps up. Standing in the water, he's at just the right height to reach her other entrance.

Careful not to hurt her, he plays with her pussy and asshole, letting her natural lubrication from the front ease the way.

One finger at first, then, when she's ready, another—gentle, making sure it feels good, not strained or overfull.

When the time is right, he lines himself up, and she pushes back just enough for him to slide inside at exactly the right angle for comfort and pleasure.

Meanwhile, Luke is holding her close, kissing her deeply, exchanging tongues, their eyes smiling even as they gasp and moan with delight.

As Eric begins a slow rhythm, Luke gently lifts and lowers Luna onto them both, making her gasp again and throw her head back, eyes rolling as the waves of sensation overtake her.

The rhythm builds—slow and sensual at first, like a well-orchestrated, erotic dance—then gradually quicker, deeper, until Luna is lifted almost out of the water in Luke's powerful grasp, before being plunged back down onto her twin lovers.

They sandwich her between them, filling her with each plunge.

And through it all, she's radiant, open, trusting, her voice carrying cries of ecstasy that sound more like joy than need.

Eric's eyes are shut, his breathing ragged, and he's only moments from release when Luna cries out, "I'm cumming—oh, I'm cumming!

" Luke quickens the pace, his own breath just as ragged.

Eric roars as he cums, and then Luke almost straightens with the force of his climax, his cock twitching as he releases inside her.

We all come together in a huddle—to hold, to rub, to caress.

We kiss her hair, her skin, her arms, her back…

everywhere we can reach. She turns in the water, eyes closed, basking in it all.

Floating on her back, arms and legs splayed wide, her expression dreamy and serene, an almost catlike contentment softening her face, upturned to catch the last of the sunlight.

Then she snaps her eyes open and gives us a wild smile.

"Let's do that again!"