Page 9 of Single Mom’s Mountain Men (Mountain Men Reverse Harem #1)

Patty

“ P atty.”

The whisper comes from Charlie who is standing in front, at the end of the bed, shirtless.

His hand is tucked into the pocket of his jeans, dragging down the waistband once more and allowing my eye to crawl all over his abs to the V of his pelvis.

I lick my lips as hunger coils inside me tighter and tighter, expanding until I can feel it in my throat.

My heart pulses, my skin ready. Masturbating over him in the bathtub wasn’t enough.

I need more, the real thing.

I need him to touch me to be inside me.

I reach out and trail my finger over his abdomen, shivering at his growl as the finger dips and shapes out his sculpted form. His skin is hot, and as I get lower, low enough that I’m nearly at the front bulge of his jeans, he snatches my wrist holding me in place.

Glancing up shows his eyes are squeezed shut, his entire face tense in desire. Lust licks its way down my spine as he shifts closer, slow breaths turning into quick pants.

I can already feel the moisture pooling between my thighs. I squeeze them together, moaning a desire that zips up my body, puckering my nipples.

Charlie's eyes fall to my naked chest, and the forest-green blazes darker as he wraps a large hand over my breast, running his thumb over my nipple.

It’s my turn to moan his name.

“Charlie.” I fall back against the bed frame and feel his heat as he crawls over me like a panther.

His eyes burn like an inferno, gaze intense on my nipple as he molds my breast and plucks it like it’s the most important task in the world.

The expression on his face and the way he grips the sheets with his other hand tells me how hard he's fighting to take this slow and maintain control. It makes me feel like I’m the sexiest woman in the world, even though I know I’m far from it.

I'm cute for a plain girl. My ex-boyfriend hammered that in my head for our entire relationship, so I don’t have any delusions about my looks.

No don’t think about that jerk. Don't let him ruin this too.

I don't even have to try to put thoughts of Keegan out of my mind, but when Charlie’s head dips to lick my nipple, my thoughts splinter anyway.

I can’t think of Keegan, as I gasp my desire into the air, my thighs falling open in welcome for him to rest between them.

Charlie suckles harder, drawing the nipple deeper into the warm cavern of his mouth.

Sharp lines of desire shoot from my chest to my pussy.

I mewl like a cat in heat as waves of desire ripple through my body.

I grind myself underneath him and he growls, the sounds quivering on my skin.

His hips buck against me in a not entirely voluntary manner, and my eyes squeeze shut at the sharp pulse of lust. His hands tighten on the sheets as though approaching the edge of his control.

I move too, rubbing myself against his abdomen, trying to shift lower even as his mouth holds me in place.

My head falls back, and I moan, conflicted.

I don’t want to lose the wet heat around my nipple but I also need…

I need so badly to have something inside me.

I need to have someone touch me there like I haven’t been touched in ages. I need release and I need it now.

“Charlie,” I open my mouth to beg him, to tell him what I need but then I feel a hand trailing up my thigh.

And that hand doesn’t feel like Charlie’s.

My eyes fly open in time to meet Wes’ wicked gaze. He’s standing beside the bed and as Charlie continues to lick and suck my nipples, his hand travels higher and higher almost to my wetness. I moan again, opening my thighs wider.

I probably shouldn’t.

Naturally, I know it's the wrong thing to do but it feels so right. The forbidden nature of it only drives me higher and nothing feels truly off-limits in this strange scenario we find ourselves in.

When his fingers finally touch my clit, I buck against the bed and bite out a cry out his name. "Wes."

“Easy baby,” he says. “Take it easy so you don’t hurt yourself."

I nod at his gentle command but then he grins again and his head disappears behind Charlie’s body as he kneels.

And then softly, slowly, I feel a tongue press down on my clit.

“Ah!” The cry tears out of my chest, as the tongue moves masterfully, I clutch Charlie’s hair as he releases my nipple with a pop his eyes dusky with desire as he says, "That's it. Let him get you off, baby. Let it happen."

I gasp. "I... I don't know if I can." Getting off with my ex was always impossible and I even sometimes I had a hard time getting myself off.

“You can." A new voice says, the command in his tone unmistakable. A hand buries in my head turning me away from Charlie to meet a harsh brown gaze. That’s when I realized I’m not resting on a bed frame at all.

Instead, I’m resting back on the heated, skin of the third brother, Mitch who eyes me and says, "You will come for us Patty," before he drags my lips to his.

“Mommy!"

My eyes fly open and I jerk up in bed, the breaths escaping my chest in my pants. I glance around widely, staring at the unfamiliar room trying to make sense of the last few seconds.

I was in bed, having hot and heavy sex with three men.

And now I’m alone, but actually not alone.

My four-year-old has her hand folded around my dress and she’s frowning at me.

“You wouldn’t wake up Mommy,” Maddie says, sounding very put out. “I called your name and tried shaking you but you weren’t getting up. I was scared.”

“I’m sorry sweetie,” I say and draw her into my arms, holding her. I breathe in her scent and center myself as the last particles of sleep fall from my mind and my dream dissolves into nothingness.

A dream. That’s what it was. I was having a wet dream about three men. Three brothers.

I suppose it's normal, maybe even inevitable.

I can’t exactly have those three beefcakes around and not fantasize about them at least a little. But still, that dream was bizarre. I’ve never had a dirty dream involving two men before, much less three. And they’re all brothers I met yesterday? Way freaky.

I’m not sure if it's the brother thing or the fact that they're all strangers to me that I should be more worried about.

But I decide to put it out of my mind for now .

“Where’s your sister?” I ask.

“I don’t know. She was already gone when I woke up. That’s why I was waking you up.”

“What do you mean she’s gone?” I immediately bolt out of bed, with Maddie still in my arms, running to throw open the bathroom door. “Katie!”

“She’s not there mama,” Maddie says and I unbolt the front door, opening it and running out onto the verandah barefooted.

A beautiful orange sunset lights the sky but I can't enjoy it through my terror.

I ignore the gravel and chippings that score the bottom of my feet as I run down the steps to the front of the property.

“Katie!” I scream. “Katie, where are you?”

“I’m in here Mom," I hear her voice from the main lodge. Relief immediately douses my panic and I run up the steps to the main building, throwing open a door to enter what looks to be a large and much lived-in kitchen.

Katie is sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal in front of her. Standing opposite her is Mitch, who has a cup of coffee in one hand.

Our eyes meet for a second, and I instantly recall my dream but I shove it out of my mind to turn to Katie.

“Katie you shouldn’t have gone off like that without telling me.”

“I tried to tell you Mom but you wouldn't wake up,” my daughter retorts steadily. “I was hungry and when I saw Mr. Mitch in the kitchen. I came to ask him for food.”

"Mr. Mitch?"

"We got introduced," Mitch says. "I told her to just call me Uncle Mitch, but she thought that wouldn't be proper since I’m not her real Uncle." I detect amusement in his tone, but I'm not sure why.

“Why didn't you just eat the snack we got earlier? "

"I didn't want snacks. I had too many yesterday?"

"Yesterday...Wait, you mean it's the next day?" I look out through the windows to find that it’s not early evening like I initially thought, but early morning.

It's not sunset I'm looking at, it's sunrise .

Oh God, I didn’t just sleep a few hours. I’ve slept through an entire night, and I didn’t even realize.

Mitch is watching me carefully, with eyes that seem to miss nothing. It’s even worse than Charlie’s gaze.

“Sorry,” I say putting Maddie down on a stool next to her sister.

“For what?" he asks.

“I was supposed to start work this morning and I slept in. Have you already had breakfast?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t eat breakfast. You can rest for today. You seemed pretty tired yesterday and the boys and I can figure something out."

"No, I'm fine," I insist. "I also want to make something healthy from my daughters too. They ate junk food all of yesterday."

Mitch shrugs. "In that case, knock yourself out.

But I gotta warn you that we don't have much.

Charlie was supposed to go grocery shopping yesterday but he couldn't make it before the store closed since he turned around and followed you back from the gas station instead of heading on into town.

Between you and me I think he was a little worried about the state of your vehicle.

So anyway, right now all we have is cereal and a couple of other items."

“Oh,” I say. "Then, in that case, I could go grocery shopping today."

“You don’t have to."

"I want to," I say firmly. It’s my fault it didn’t get done yesterday, and if I’m going to be earning my keep I would rather get started on it right away. I can sleep more tonight.”

Mitch eyes me again. "Alright, if you say so."

"I do."

He smirks secretively and then gestures in a way that symbolizes as you wish.

I head to the fridge, noting that they actually do have a few groceries. I see some left-over strips of bacon, some ketchup and a near-empty gallon of milk.

I take the bacon out and turn to grab a pan from the hook, putting it on the stove and turning on the gas.

"Do you have a pantry?" I ask and he nods and gestures a little to the door on the right of the fridge.

I open it and find several cereal boxes and an unopened sack of flour.

I eye the flour and think. "Y'all got any sugar?"

"Yup. It's in one of the cabinets above the fridge."

"Good." I turn around with a smile. "I can make pancakes. Although..." I frown. "I'm not sure we have enough milk so maybe I'll just try to make some biscuits instead."

He didn't say anything, simply watching me steadily as he drinks his coffee. The gaze starts to unsettle me and reminds me of the dream we had.

I eye his lips as they touch the rim and think about the kiss again. I wonder what he tastes like.

"Biscuits are fine," he says and I blink the thought away. He dumps out the rest of the coffee into the sink and starts rinsing it out. "I should get to work."

'What do you do?" I ask curiously as I toss pieces of bacon onto a heated pan.

"We own a family timber business," he says.

"Oh." No wonder all three men are so damn physically fit. They were actual lumberjacks. "That's neat. "

He smirks at me. "Neat?"

"Yeah. Well, I'm a city girl, but I've always been fascinated by people who work with nature and all that. Romanticized it quite a bit in my head."

He raises an eyebrow and for a second, I think he's going to call me stupid. It does sound stupid when I say it like that.

But then a crooked smile appears at the corner of his lips revealing just a hint of a dimple similar to what Charlie has.

"Interesting," he says. "So you're a nature girl."

"I am."

"You a tree-hugger too?"

I think about it. "I mean I care about the environment, if that's what you're asking but..."

"I was just wondering if I would wake up one day to find you tied to my trees, begging me not to cut them down."

That has surprised laughter shooting out of me. "Wait, has that actually happened before?"

"Yup. A co-ed Wes hooked up with was big into the environment. One day I woke up and she'd tied herself to an oak. It was a real pain to get her out."

I laugh again and he smiles at me.

"If it calms your mind we try to do our jobs sustainably. We don't go above a certain quota, we’re big on replanting, and we make sure we take down the sick and diseased trees first, even if that affects our bottom line."

I nod. "I respect that."

He nods back and leaves soon after I take the bacon off of the fire. He grabs a rasher with his bare hand, seemingly not bothered by the scalding heat, and chews on the piece as he walks away.

I watch him and try not to admire his ass in those Wranglers.