Page 46 of Single Mom’s Undoing (Lucky Lady Reverse Harems #1)

TASSIA

T here should be a warning label on this town.

CAUTION: Contents may cause sudden onset of sexual frustration—and possibly spontaneous combustion.

I moved to Frost Valley to heal—not to live next door to three flannel-wrapped, axe-swinging, mountain gods who look like they wrestle bears for fun and use logs as dumbbells.

Sheriff Lucas Riggs.

Deputy Mitch O’Malley.

Deputy Tyler Jones.

All older ex-Army Rangers.

All law enforcement.

All dangerously hot.

All technically my bosses at the Frost Valley Sheriff’s Department. Which makes the whole “drooling over them while they garden” thing a tad awkward.

From my bedroom window, I spot them: Lucas in a fitted white tee, muscles straining as he hauls chopped firewood.

Mitch, shirtless, tattoos gleaming with sweat while he unloads mulch.

Tyler, beard thick, arms folded, eyes focused on the landscaping like it owes him money.

“Lord, have mercy,” I mutter, watching the work.

I’d commit a misdemeanor just to get frisked.

“Get a grip,” I whisper, dragging myself away from the window.

But the mental image lingers.

Lucas peeling that sweaty shirt off.

Mitch cornering me in a hallway.

Tyler murmuring dirty things in that deep, quiet voice.

I sit on the edge of my bed, skin buzzing.

Two years. No sex. No kisses.

Just divorce papers and disappointment.

I grab my vibrator, the one thing in this house that always shows up for me, and fall back onto my mattress.

It starts slow.

Just me and my imagination.

Lucas Riggs—tall, dark, and handsome with salt and pepper hair and stormy blue eyes. Shirtless, he meets my gaze and slowly takes off his jeans. I’m mesmerized by his chiseled torso and muscular legs, his thick cock hard and ready.

“You’ve been watching me,” he growls.

“Guilty,” I whisper, already spreading my legs.

I crank the setting up. My back arches.

“I know you want this,” he says, his voice a sweet echo in my ear.

“You have no idea,” I tell him.

We skip the foreplay altogether and I spread my legs for him. I’ve wanted this for so long, we can make out later.

Right now, I just want him buried inside me.

I hear a shovel scraping outside. I can almost see the muscles twitching across his arms as he works through the dirt, just like he’s working me in my vivid imagination.

“Oh, Lucas,” I say as I let the vibrator slide into my slick, hot pussy, imagining it’s him.

Our eyes lock as he grins like the devil, pumping into me. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says, panting as the rhythm grows more intense.

I turn the vibrator all the way up, welcoming the sensations as I imagine him fucking me out of this world, pounding into me until I can’t breathe anymore.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mitch and Tyler watching. I don’t know how they snuck into this dirty little fantasy of mine, but I don’t mind it.

Hell, the thought of them watching turns me on even more.

I wonder what it would be like if they wanted to participate…

Lucas starts moving faster and harder, going deeper and deeper until I reach the pinnacle.

An explosive climax follows, and I release a guttural moan as my pussy clenches tightly around the vibrator.

I let go, allowing myself to feel every ridge, every pulse, savoring the moment.

Outside, Lucas is still shoveling dirt.

But in here, he’s chasing his own orgasm, grunting as he releases his hot seed, spurting and filling me to the brim as I keep my legs locked around his sculpted waist. Afterwards, he falls to the side, and I curl up next to him, letting my fingers wander across his ripped chest. The dark curls of hair tickle my fingertips, and I smile, exhaling sharply.

It’s the only action I’ve been getting lately, but given how my marriage ended, it’s the most I can hope for. I’m still healing, still learning to trust my own instincts again. I’m just grateful I’ve got those three hunks out there keeping my mind busy.

I clean the vibrator and plug it into its charger. Ignoring the subtle crackling sound of the wall socket, I take one last look out the window.

“Oh, great, they’re all outside now,” I mumble to myself.

Lucas is trimming some of the bushes in the front garden, while Tyler and Mitch put their work gloves on. A variety of new plants wait on a truck bed.

I make a mental note to work up the courage to ask them if they know a good electrician in town. This cabin is in dire need of an electrical upgrade.

Five minutes later, I’m melting under the hot shower stream wondering what the real thing would be like with Lucas. Imagining it is one thing. Living it… the very thought makes my stomach tighten with desire.

I’m halfway through a different movie while the hot water trickles down my body. I imagine three pairs of strong hands roaming up and down, squeezing, touching, and pinching.

Steam fills the bathroom, but I hear something.

BZZT-POP!

Sparks. Smoke. A loud, sizzling CRACK.

I turn the water off.

“Oh, no,” I whisper as I grab a towel from the rack and step out into the bedroom.

“Oh, shit!”

The vibrator.

Caught fire.

My bedroom is on fire.

I’m paralyzed at the sight of flames licking at the walls and swallowing up the curtains.

“Fuck!” I yell as I take a couple of steps back and move away from the swelling fire.

I reach the doorway. My bed is now a blazing campfire along with all the clothes on top of it.

I have to get out!

The fire roars and rages, the cabin walls quick to crackle under the swelling pressure. Smoke spills into the rest of the cabin as I almost trip down the stairs.

Coughing and gasping for air, I struggle to see just a couple of feet ahead. My eyes sting, my skin burns hot, but I manage to locate the fire extinguisher. It’s so smoky, I can’t see the pin. My hands frantically fumble with it, though I know the fire is quickly growing out of control.

I prepare to make my way back up the stairs to at least try to calm it before it’s too late when…

SMASH!

The front door bursts open.

Sheriff Lucas fucking Riggs.

Shirtless.

Ash-dusted.

Jaw set to Hero Mode.

“Jesus, woman. You could’ve gone up in flames,” he growls. “You’re coming with me.”

Before I can argue, he lifts me off the ground like I weigh nothing, muscles flexing as he carries me out of the burning cabin.

Still wrapped in nothing but a towel.

Still dripping from my shower.

Still dazed from my vibrator fantasy turned actual inferno.

He kicks open the door to his cabin next door.

“Wait! No, my?—”

My protest fades quickly as he carries me into his cabin. It happens so quickly I barely register the movement. Light as a feather in his arms, I glance back and see the entire top floor engulfed in flames.

“Oh my god,” I gasp and cough as red lights and sirens flash in the distance.

“I called the fire department,” Lucas says.

“Where are you taking me?”

“My place. You’ll be safe there.”

I give him a startled look. “What? No. My home. My stuff. I need to get my stuff out of the house!”

“You’re not going back in there. The smoke inhalation alone will kill you before you make it to the top floor,” he replies, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Shaking like a leaf, I let the sheriff carry me into his cabin next door. Once we’re inside, I hear the firetrucks pull up.

Tyler turns away from the window. “The guys are here,” he says. “Looks like they might be able to salvage the structure, at least.”

“What the hell happened?” Mitch asks, coming in from another part of the house with a worried look on his face.

Lucas sets me down, but my knees give out and I sink into the armchair closest to me while he crouches to get a better look at my face.

“You okay?”

No, I’m half-naked in a room full of panty-melting lawmen while my burnt vibrator smolders like a cautionary tale.

“Totally fine,” I lie.

“That’s the trouble with these old cabins. The wood is ancient, and I’m pretty sure the previous owner didn’t do a single upgrade or safety inspection before he sold it to your pal, Timothy,” Mitch grumbles.

I give him a surprised look. “You know Tim?”

“Everybody knows Tim,” he says. “Poor guy is going to be devastated when he hears about this.”

The only reason I’m a free woman with a fresh start is because of Tim. “It’s not his fault,” I say. “It’s the building manager he hired.”

“Don’t worry about any of that right now,” Lucas says. “What matters is you’re safe. Everything else can wait and be replaced.”

I hear shouting outside, but I’m too afraid to look. I’m not ready to see how bad it is. Not yet. I shiver, realizing I’m cold. Of course I am; I’m naked under this towel.

Suddenly, I become extremely self-aware.

I look around, finally registering the full picture before me.

Three of Frost Valley’s hottest men, each watching me with a mixture of concern and curiosity while I’m still dripping wet from my shower, insides still fluttering from a riveting self-inflicted orgasm.

“Well, this is awkward,” I mumble.

“What is?” Tyler asks, his brow furrowed.

Clanging ladders and gushing water resonates from outside. A passing glance out the window is just enough to see men in black and yellow overcoats running around, plumes of smoke moving into the atmosphere, and water shooting from the hoses. I can smell the burnt wood from here.

Melted plastic. Broken dreams.

“Any chance I could get a bathrobe or a jacket or something?” I manage, looking up at Lucas.

He takes a beat to answer, the blue of his eyes darkening. He stands and grabs one of the blankets from the back of the sofa. With slow and steady hands, he wraps it around me and gives me a subtle nod. “Yes of course, Tassia. Listen, you’re going to be okay.”

I wholeheartedly want to believe him.

But as the sirens wail and smoke curls past the shattered front door, reality crashes back in.

My home is gone.

My privacy? Reduced to ash.

And by tomorrow, I’ll be living under the same roof as the three men I’ve spent the past year trying—and failing—not to fantasize about.

My bosses.

My neighbors.

The only thing standing between me…

And the nightmare I ran from.

A nightmare I’m not convinced I’ve escaped.