Page 38 of Single Mom’s Mountain Men (Mountain Men Reverse Harem #1)

Patty

D evotion and passion beat in my heart once I say the words.

It's a powerful freeing force, like being on Wes' motorcycle with the wind in my hair. Finally accepting my feelings has allowed me to soar, and now I'm released from the burden of the secret.

Soon, I’m surrounded from all sides. I receive heated kiss after kiss barely giving me a chance to breathe in between.

Hands run down my body, pushing down my shorts, sweeping off my shirt, and undoing my bra.

Lips drag over my skin until I can't tell where one person's embrace begins and another ends. I don’t even care to because their lust overwhelms me in the best way, their muttered endearments so tender I want to weep.

"I love you," they each say, one by one, punctuating the flurry of movement. "I love you so much, Patty."

I soak it all up. "I love you too."

I no longer care about the consequences of that love or what might come out of it. I may have to leave tomorrow or I may stay forever. But as long as I can, as long as they’ll have me I want to remain in their arms and be a part of their family.

At some point, a body presses against my back. Charlie , I think while another person slowly devours my mouth. Wes. The kisser uses his tongue like Wes, in that uniquely playful way. He nips my lips and my tongue pretending to pull out before diving back in for more.

Footsteps pad away, and I don't feel Mitch’s presence anymore likely because he left the room. Before I can wonder why, Charlie slides underneath my loose bra to pluck my nipples, and my thoughts fall away.

My panties soon come off and so does my bra. Wes kisses me down to his knees, his breath on my bare pussy. Charlie then sweeps me away and lays me flat on the bed, making Wes curse.

Charlie ignores him and leans down to circle my nipples with his tongue.

I moan. It feels so mind-numbingly good that I squirm against him. And then I reach out, wanting to do something for them too, to inflame them as much as their inflaming me.

Charlie's arch at my side places his cock in reachable distance from my hand. I palm it and then slide my fingers up to unlock his jeans, licking my lips as I reach in to touch his cock.

Charlie releases a strangled sound, my nipple popping out of his mouth. He lets out a groan that makes my body tremble slightly as I wrap my hands around him.

"Patty…" My name is a sigh, an ode, and said with so much emotion that even Wes pauses to watch. I shift closer eyeing Charlie’s face and his clenched jaw as I finally suck the head of his large cock, trapping it in my mouth.

It's Charlie's turn to shudder and he catches himself on the bed, like the strength drains out of him. He releases a wrenching moan as I suck him deeper into my mouth, tasting his unleashed desire as precum trickles onto my tongue.

"Damn Patty." Wes sighs and then he kneels at the edge of the bed, to kiss the top of my pussy, the move so soft and worshipful that I jerk. And then he follows it by peeling me open and licking between the seams greedily.

"Oh my God." I gasp, sharp lust singing and sparking to my bones. I move against his face, and this scenario reminds me of the first time we had sex, except it's the reverse with Wes eating me out and Charlie at my mouth.

Although Wes isn’t like Charlie. He’s not as patient nor as exploratory as but he is far more mischievous. His tongue lashes at my clit mercilessly, and I feel him smile when I shake. The resulting quake also makes me suck Charlie harder.

"Fuck," he wheezes, and I moan as I ride Wes’ face the same as Charlie rides mine. We’re all so lost in the bliss that we barely hear the door reopen until I scent Mitch.

My eyes open to find him standing beside me, completely naked with his hand on his large cock. As I suck Charlie, I reach out for him too, and he shifts close enough for my hand to replace his on his cock.

As I pump, his head falls back in bliss.

"Fuck, you'll drive me crazy honey," he tells me and I feel an odd pride loop through my body. They're mine. I can have all of them. Take care of them.

That's when I noticed the tube in Mitch's hand.

Lube.

My heart starts quickening immediately. I know what that means and I moan at the image that lights up my mind. One of them behind me, one of them in my pussy, and one in my mouth.

And apparently, Mitch has the same idea because he squeezes my wrist, so I release him and then he snarls, "Let's get her ready."

Wes stops and looks at him and even Charlie opens his eyes. Mitch up the lube and Charlie asks hoarsely, "How do you have that?"

"He may be a stick up the mud now, but he was pretty wild as a child." Wes winks, and then he goes, "Up you go Patty Bear."

I giggle and then he pulls me up to a position where I’m propped on my hands and knees. A hand on my ass has me shivering in anticipation even before Mitch kisses my ear and murmurs, "Have you ever had anyone in your ass before, baby?"

I shake my head. I've always wanted to, but Keegan thought anal was gross and made him gay.

I hear the bottle open and liquid squirt out.

"I’m going to take you in the ass now," he says, and his slicked-up finger slides between my ass cheeks, finding the puckered hole easily. He first teases around the hole, before pushing in just slightly, I wince a little. There’s a slight pinch before it gives away for his finger.

Mitch pulls out and pushes in again, fucking me slowly.

The discomfort lessens with each stroke, or rather it mixes in with a different kind of pleasure.

"You okay baby?" he asks and I nod.

"More," I whisper.

"Did she just ask for more? Fuck, you’re so sexy Patty," Wes says and I moan as Mitch adds another finger.

That finger goes deeper, scissoring into my ass, setting off more dangerously delicious sensations.

I can feel my pussy get wetter as I move against his finger, biting my lips as I get lost in it.

"You’re going to be so tight," Mitch says and the strained desire in the voice, has my fucking back into him even harder, trying to take more.

"Charlie, Wes get to work."

When the third finger gets involved, there's a burn but I push past it once again to find the obscene pleasure within me.

"Wes," Mitch’s voice is tight. "She’s ready."

Wes slides underneath me, lifting me slightly to accommodate, and tears off his jeans. His cock is lined against my entrance, and I don't hesitate, grasping his shoulders as I sink onto him.

"Oh, fuck me, Patty."

I throw my head back. It's so intense. I feel so full, and with each inch that Wes fills up, I feel conquered. Mitch isn't moving anymore, likely to give Wes the space to work. He doesn't want to overwhelm me, but I want to be overwhelmed. I want to be thoroughly fucked. Ruined.

And after I sit fully on Wes with a loud lusty moan, all three men groan.

"Jesus. That's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"Fuck Mitch, move along already," I hear Wes cry out. "I'm dying here."

And then comes the coup de gras. Mitch's slicked cock at my ass, spearing me, spreading me wider than I've ever been before.

The pain steals my breath and I let out a cry that has him pausing,

"Take it," Mitch orders. "Fucking take it, Patty."

I bow my head, trying my hardest to relax all my muscles. I push away all thoughts of pain, even as tears sting my eyelids.

I can do it. I can take it .

And Mitch proves me right as he sinks all the way in with a cry of triumph.

"Good, girl," he murmurs and takes my mouth in a passionate kiss, before releasing me once more.

Pleasure and pain become one and the same as Mitch starts to fuck me in the ass, in tandem with Wes who fucks my pussy. It feels so fucking good.

Charlie’s hand in my hair drags me back to his cock and I suck him in passionately, a little unhinged with all the sensation running through me.

I cry out around Charlie's cock.

"Patty," Mitch's breath ratchets as he speaks. "Talk to me. How do you feel?"

"I feel so full. And so damn good. Need more.

" My words are garbled and messy, but they must all get the hint because they start to move faster, cursing as they begin to lose control of their movements.

I don't blame them. I lose my mind a little too.

I make sounds and say all sorts of dirty words that I didn't know I was capable of.

I feel used, but also loved. I feel defeated but also jubilant.

I feel whole.

It's going to destroy me. The orgasm builds up too high, too wild to be contained. I'm going to pass out. It's going to wreck me.

Mitch grabs my hair, pulling roughly at the same time as Wes' teeth bite my shoulder.

"Come now, Patty," Mitch groans. "Come for us."

That's all it takes. I lose my mind.

With their words of encouragement, I split into a billion different pieces and hear myself screaming my pleasure to the sky.

As the men echo my cries, filling my ass, my pussy, and my mouth in tandem, I keep going, keep fucking until I can't anymore.

Until I slip out of reality and I'm falling off a cliff that is millions of miles deep.

Only to be caught and surrounded by comforting hands of men whispering how much they love me.

The following weeks are some of the happiest I've ever had.

The plaque goes up in the kitchen, a bold and proud announcement to any visitor who might come a-knocking, not that any do.

But nevertheless, it feels great to see it there on display as a reminder to all of us of our love for each other.

Charlie and Wes give the girls some of the woodwork trinkets they made, including pencil cases with clever sliding lids and some pretty keychains for their school bags.

They’re ecstatic and go around showing them to everyone they can find at the daycare.

The girls are adjusting well there and making friends. The men are discussing the sale of the land and working out how they're going to spend the profits. Even Wiley is happy, seeming to enjoy playing with the girls as much as he enjoys his quiet time with Charlie.

And pretty much whenever they get the chance, they're declaring their love for me and giving me more pleasure than I could ever imagine.

Weeks pass with the same wonderful routine.

The daycare closes for a week for administrative upkeep, and the girls are forced to spend more time at home with us. But it never feels overwhelming having them around. Instead, we take that opportunity to do all the family things we’ve wanted to do.

We have a picnic on the mountains, watching the sunset .

We take Wiley on long walks, and he chases rabbits while the girls ride on Charlie and Mitch’s shoulders.

We spend so much time just soaking in each other’s presence, and I see the bond between the men and my daughters solidifying into something truly beautiful. I don’t want it to end.

But as it turns out it was only the calm before the storm..

Because one fateful afternoon, I stop by the daycare to pick up my kids only to be told by the receptionist, "Oh no, don't worry. Their dad already got them."

And even as I hear those words, my legs turn to jelly, and the bag I am holding drops to the floor.

Keegan has taken my children…