Page 17 of Single Mom’s Mountain Men (Mountain Men Reverse Harem #1)

Patty

O h God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

The mantra resounds like a litany in my mind, as Charlie's tongue glides over the skin of my inner thigh. I should stop him. My hands are buried in his hair still and I should probably make some sort of effort to push him away.

Instead, I pull him closer, my hips moving underneath him searchingly.

The hunger draws my gut tight, and sharp pulses from my clit encourage me to shift it closer to his jaw and search for his lips.

Charlie seems to get the hint of what I want, but he doesn’t move any faster.

He takes his time kissing up my thigh, approaching my pussy torturously slowly.

When I try once more to move things along, he simply places a large hand on the base of my stomach, stilling my desperate movement.

And good God, the gentle pressure of that hand evokes such dominance that I instantly flood my panties with a moan.

I meet his eyes as he rises and it’s just like it was in my dream. His eyes are dark green now, low-lidded and hungry as his teeth nip my skin and his tongue traces gentle circles over the abused spot.

I can't take it anymore.

“I need…” The words escape me in a rasp. “I need you, Charlie.”

He pulls back and swallows silently, his cheekbones stark.

For a second, I’m terrified he’ll keep teasing me.

I’m not sure what I’ll do if he does, probably beg even more pathetically than I already have.

I'm ready to do it too but before I can even start, his head shifts, until his breath is right over my pussy.

Of course, there's still the fabric of my panties between us but I can almost feel the heat of his lips pressing down on my clit. I have to bite my lip to refrain from crying out.

I clutch the pillow underneath me and turn my face away because I can’t stand to watch it. I’ll lose my mind if I do.

“Look at me.” His voice is impossibly deep, deeper even than it was before. The order snaps my eyes back to his, and once he snags my gaze, I can't look away.

I bite my lips again as he leans down, snaring my panties with his teeth, and then with one harsh movement that reminds me a little of a bulldog, he tears it off.

I gasp as the bands snap and the fabric flutters to the floor. Then he leans in and does the filthiest thing. Then Charlie presses his nose between the lips of my pussy, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath.

His strangled groan fills the room a second later and his look of pure desire makes me ache.

I’ve never felt comfortable letting any other man this close to me before.

I’ve always been self-conscious, wondering whether they would like how I taste or how I smell but Charlie doesn’t give any chance for those insecurities to surface.

He makes it very clear he enjoys my scent, rubbing his nose deeper into my folds.

His lips cling to one of my inner labia, sucking it into his mouth and then groaning.

And as if I couldn’t tell how much he's enjoying himself, he says it out loud in that guttural broken voice of his. “You taste so fucking good.”

“I… I do?” The question ends with a gasp as he uses his index and middle finger to spread my folds as he runs the flat of his tongue over every bit of exposed skin. As I struggle for air, he does it again, this time curling his tongue around my clit.

My body arches in the air. Flames lick through my bones, a blood-boiling heat that renders me unable to think. He continues to tease me with delicate laps of his tongue, and my toes curl at his relentless licking, searching and finding titillating spots that make me jerk and mewl.

And then when I stare down at him once more, he’s no longer looking at me. His eyes are closed as he works me with his mouth and really his whole face. He moans and mutters every few seconds, appearing completely dedicated to his task of eating me out.

He's like a man on death row given his favorite meal, a man in the desert with a flask of water.

He consumes me like his life depends on it, like he can’t stop, but at the same time, he's trying not to finish his meal too fast.

As one of his hands holds my thigh open, I notice that his other hand is missing in action.

Or at least that's what I think until I track it from his shaking shoulder, to find his other hand currently working his erection over his jeans. He does it hard and tight, losing a little more of himself as it continues.

His tongue splays inside me, and his kisses get messier. As he jerks himself off, he releases a strangled sound that tells me he’s getting closer.

The thought of him exploding on my face drives me wild and has me rocking against him harder. Suckling sounds fill the room, punctuated by moans, and the sloppier he gets, the more my eyes threaten to roll back.

And then I feel it. Underneath his tongue, his finger thrusts into me slowly, curling so that it can hit my G-spot.

“Charlie!” I rasp and a surprise orgasm shudders out of me.

But he doesn’t stop.

He groans and laps up all my released fluids before diving back in for more. He adds another thick finger to the mix stretching me deliciously. His fingers are thrusting faster, deeper. Despite my recent orgasm, I’m moving into this touch, seeking another eruption.

This time, the release isn't as easy. My body fights against it and I clutch at his hair and his arm as I tremble on the edge.

Charlie thrusts harder, sucking my clit into his mouth and I nearly scream.

Still, the pressure coils tight but it refuses to explode until his big body swiftly moves over me, pushing me down and pressing his cock over my pussy.

“Come for me darling," he says and he kisses me.

I feel the desperation in his lips and taste myself on his tongue.

And the words...

I cry out into his mouth as the next orgasm jerks out of me in almost painful yet simultaneously heavenly spurts that leave me collapsed against the bed, gasping for breath.

As I descend from my high, Charlie places kisses down my neck delicately as though I am something precious. The moves bring tears to my eyes and I shift underneath the twitching bulge still between my legs .

As his dark gaze meets mine, he asks, “Did you have enough? Do you want me to keep going?”

“I think I would have died if you gave me anymore,” I chuckle. “But did you erm…I mean….” I reach down to brush my hand over his erection. His entire body jerks as though he’s been shot, his eyes squeezing shut.

“I can take care of this if you want me to,” I whisper into his ears, acting on instinct and sucking the lobe into my mouth. Once again, his body shakes but before I can do more, heavy steps sound on the floorboards outside, approaching the door quickly.

“Charlie,” Wes calls out. “Are you in there?”

I squeak in alarm and in an instant Charlie is on his feet. I roll out of bed and onto the floor debating whether to hide under his bed. In the end, I don't need to, because Charlie turns the key in his door right before the handle turns.

“What the fuck, man? Did you just lock the door on me?”

“Go away.” Charlie's voice sounds deadly.

“You think I want to be here asshole? Mitch sent me to get you. He wants to know how many logs you need to square out the rest of Reddington's stack."

"Tell him ten,” he says.

“I’m not an errand boy, go tell him yourself. And by the way, I want you to know that it’s kinda gross of you to be masturbating in the middle of the day. Go get a woman and have sex like a grown-up, loser.”

“I wasn’t…” Charlie doesn’t finish the sentence as he glances back at me. I don’t know what expression I’m making but it’s probably wide-eyed shock and panic.

Meanwhile, Wes continues talking. “Yeah right, that won’t fool me. I’ve lived with you for twenty-four years, you think I don’t know what you sound like when you’re masturbating? Anyway, get your ass out and get to Mitchell. He’s starting to get on my nerves.”

Wes leaves after that final statement, his footsteps getting farther and farther away.

Charlie finally draws back from the door and turns, holding out his hand to help me up.

I blush, realizing what I look like, lying disheveled on the floor.

“Thanks." I take his hand and he pulls me to my feet. My knees are still shaky, so I lower myself to sit on his bed, righting my clothes and trying to act as normally as possible.

Charlie sits beside me and says, “I hope… I mean… I’m sorry.” He sighs out of frustration. “I don’t know what to say.”

I snort. I’m sure he was probably about to apologize like Wes did, but there was no need for that. He didn’t do anything wrong.

“It’s fine,” I tell him. “You don't have to say anything.

I understand that this just happened spontaneously out of nowhere.

Neither of us planned anything, neither of us seduced the other one against their will, and if you're about to apologize for taking advantage of me then I'll have to also apologize for doing the same to you. "

Charlie smirks a little. “I wouldn’t say–”

"Yeah me, either. It's fine. We should probably just not talk about it."

Charlie opens his mouth like he wants to oppose, but then he just sighs again and nods.

“Although,” I take a deep breath debating whether or not to say this next part.

On one hand, it might cause problems, but on the other, I need to be honest and I would rather Charlie find it out from me than from anyone else.

“You should know that I hooked up with Wes earlier this week.

It was stupid and it was unplanned, kind of like this was.

I never should have done it, and I hate that I'm telling you this right now because it doesn't look good on my part.

It's just.. I don’t want to come between brothers, you know? "

“You won't’" he says. “I already knew.”

“You did?" I blink. 'Wes told you?"

"No, I figured it out."

As I try to understand the ramifications of that, he seems to measure his next words carefully before he speaks. “Do you like Wes?”

I bite my lip. How do I answer that question?

"I don’t know," I admit. "I like all of you I suppose, but I'm not really in a great place in my life to explore that. At all."

"What do you mean?" Charlie asks, but before I answer we hear harried footsteps returning.

"Charlie," Wes barks.

"What?"

"Get out here. It's serious. Banker came over, and I think Mitch might kill him."