Page 29 of Single Mom’s Mountain Men (Mountain Men Reverse Harem #1)

Patty

I shouldn’t be doing this.

But I can't stop.

My body moves against my will, driving me into the tongue of a man who's seemingly determined to torture me to death.

Charlie's tongue curls underneath my clit, flicking and licking as fire races in my veins.

After one quick nip, a sharp expletive tears out of my throat, and I nearly fall back against the hardwood of the table as need arcs through me hot and consuming.

I can't stop , I think as I ride his face faster. I need to come.

But the faster I chase it, the farther my orgasm seems.

I can't believe I ever let Charlie convince me that this would be a quickie. Just a taste, he told me. Just for a minute.

Of course, I should have known that was bullshit. I don't even know how long Charlie has been eating me out on this table–time has lost all meaning with the endless cycles of tormented ecstasy–but I know it's been way more than a minute. It's been too much time, and yet it's still not enough.

Charlie is not treating this like a quickie.

He's taking his time with each wet glide, savoring it, pushing his finger inside my pussy just enough to trigger another inner body tremble and moaning into me as my fluid fills his mouth. His tongue is just too diabolical knowing exactly how to move inside me to drive me to the edge. He presses it flat against my clit then laps, so slowly sucks with just enough pressure to have me arching in the air, my toes curling against the wood. Desperate for relief, I’m working my nipples as I move into his tongue, gasping and moaning.

I'm trying to drive myself higher and over the edge, trying to put an end to this torture, even as that wicked part of me glories in the fact that he's dragging this out.

But it's no use fighting it.

Charlie is the master of keeping me on the edge. He seems to know when to drive me to the cliff and when to pull back just enough, that I descend in agony. And then once he senses it, he starts up again, driving me faster, urging me onwards.

And he doesn't seem to be tiring out anytime soon.

Sweat slicks my whole body and my knees start to tremble. I'm going to pass out it if goes on any longer.

As my psyche soars, I recall exactly how we got into this predicament.

Charlie kept sending me heated looks in the rearview mirror as we drove to my daughters' daycare, and those looks drove me to such distraction I didn't hear much of the chatter in the backseat. Charlie didn’t say two words the entire car ride but looks were enough to hint at the inner workings of his mind.

I knew he was thinking of last night, and about how he and Wes had turned me into a melting squirming mess.

And his gaze was promising more.

After we finally got home, I tried to avoid it by rushing into the kitchen to get started on lunch. But soon his big body was right behind me.

“I need to get started on lunch,” I said, but my voice was too breathless to be a true protest, and my body was already needy for him. Especially when he wrapped that big hand around my waist pressing me back to feel the large imprint of his erection against my back.

“I want to taste you, baby," he murmured, his baritone sending a shiver down my body. “I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind ever since you let me do it that first time. I think about your sweet pussy when I’m at work.

Almost took my damn finger off because of it.

" He kissed a line down my neck stealing even more of my rationality.

"And I want to do it again. I need it, Patty.

Please. I won't be able to focus unless you let me eat you out.”

I moaned then. I couldn't say no to the desperate honest plea in his tone, especially when I wanted the same thing so badly. So I let him splay me out on the table, pull out a chair, and dive his face into my pussy.

And since then, he's teased me to the edge several times and brought me back down.

His eyes have remained closed for most of it, but whenever they open, his gaze is hazy as though he's not really here. He's lost in some other world, where the only thing that matters is eating me out.

And his devotion makes everything hotter.

"Oh God, Charlie, please." I finally gasp in desperation. My ass squeezes as I approach that quickening peak again, driving myself onto the finger he uses to slowly penetrate my pussy. "Please let me come."

"Patience," he murmurs. His finger still dances at the edge, teasing me with a hard penetration I so desperately want .

A sound whistles from the hallway.

“So, you two were over here starting without me huh?” Wes says, a hungry gleam in his eyes as he walks closer. “I’m hurt. I thought you would at least give me a warning. “

Charlie ignores him, too preoccupied with watching his effect on me.

His lips are swollen and flushed, his breath panting against my clit.

When he licks it again, I jerk against Charlie’s tongue, the pressure tightening inside me and I reach out to hold Wes’ shirt.

He leans down and fuses our lips, our tongues tangling and fighting for control.

Wes takes it when he wraps his hand around my throat lightly and I moan in his mouth the dominance makes me jerk and flush against Charlie’s tongue.

Charlie moans to show how much he enjoyed that and growls.

"Whatever you just did to her, do it again."

Wes squeezes my neck a little tighter and my body jerks again on the verge of an orgasm.

I should be embarrassed to discover my kink this way.

I didn’t know that I liked the edge of danger with sex.

Keegan for all his bad boy image and abusiveness was boringly vanilla in bed.

So when Wes eats at my lips, commanding my mouth to obey him, I'm surprised to find myself melting, aching to submit totally to him.

And I'm not even humiliated or bothered by the thought.

Maybe it's because I know I'm safe with him. With all the brothers.

When Wes squeezes his hand deliberately at my throat and devours my lip I know he won't hurt me.

So having him take control relaxes me, and makes me really, really horny.

My thoughts fly apart as Charlie roughly grabs my thigh pulling me closer, suffocating himself with my scent and smell.

Wes grins and whips up my shirt, dragging down my bra.

He takes my nipples between his tongue, his teeth scraping against the nipples watching me the whole time for my response.

I can't help but mewl at the bite of pain as he makes me arc in the air.

"Please, Wes."

"Don't mind if I do. Fuck her hard, Charlie," he growls suddenly, and Charlie drives his finger into my pussy.

"Yes!" The gasp flies out of me. He hits me so deep that I recall how huge his cock felt yesterday.

Charlie pulls out and thrusts again, and it only takes a few more to send me flying. I break apart with a guttural cry.

When I finally come down from my orgasm, Wes lays a gentle kiss on my lips as Charlie breathes hard against the chair, his eyes still glazed over, his mouth wet with my juices.

Something arcs through me again and before I know it, I’m on my knees crawling over to him to lick his lips, tasting myself on him.

In an instant, his hand wraps in my hair pulling me into his lap as he devours me. He shifts me into his lap and as I instinctively grind against his erection, he moans in my mouth again.

Desire spikes again. I reach for his zipper to draw him out so he can fuck me. Then maybe Wes can take me from behind at the same time.

I've never been taken in the ass before but the thought of it sends a thrill through me.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

The foreign voice is like a splash of cold water on my body. I tear my lips away from Charlie and my head snaps to the doorway, horror dawning on me when I find Mitch standing there with a scowl.

"Oh my God." All the breath leaves me. I don't know what to do or even say. I want to hide but there’s no hiding from the judgment in his gaze.

I feel so exposed.

Charlie presses me into his body as he faces his brother, and Wes moves to stand in between us and Mitch.

Mitch looks from one to the other of his brothers and gestures. “Well? Is anyone going to answer my fucking question?”

“I think it's obvious,” Wes says, sounding remarkably calm. “Or do I need to spell it out?”

“I think you might. Because I cannot for the life of my think of why the two of you would think this is an appropriate thing to do in the middle of the day on our mom’s fucking kitchen table."

My face heats up. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me.

“Why not?” Charlie asks. “It’s like you said. We’re both adults so we deal with the problem like adults. We both want Patty so we decided to both have her.”

“And is Patty okay being a plaything between the two of you?”

“Don’t insult her,” Wes snaps. “She’s not a plaything. And you’re not as much of a prude as you’re pretending to be. I remember the stories about you and that girl under the football bleachers."

"That was high school and this is now. And instead of working, you're in here doing this bullshit."

"There’s more to life than just work Mitch!

" The words explode from Wes as though he’s been holding onto them for a good while.

"Most people don’t just want to work themself to an early grave like you and Dad.

We want to experience life. Have fun. We want to fuck people we want and maybe form meaningful relationships with them.

We want to live, Mitch. Maybe you can try it sometime. "

"Well, then you can live on your own time. Not on my payroll."

"I’m your brother not your fucking employee! Also, last I checked, Charlie and I are co-owners of this business. The only reason we let you boss us around is because we feel sorry that this is all you have."

"Wes," Charlie warns his younger brother.

"No, I'm tired of this. He's always…"

“You're upsetting Patty.”

That gets Wes to stop his tirade.

I can feel eyes on me, but I am too much of a coward to meet anyone’s gaze.

This is even worse than Charlie and Wes fighting. I close my eyes and tuck my face against Charlie’s chest, unable to bear the guilt as I hear the sound of Mitch's departure.

Charlie rubs my back in comfort. "It's okay," he says. "I'll talk to him. Everything will be okay."