Page 16 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies (Men of Medford #4)

He chuckled against me when I gasped, then used his tongue to trail down further, grinning like he’d found a new favorite toy.

Beckett was still at my side, one hand stroking my hair, the other now resting over my heart like he could feel it racing.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured.

“I’m good,” I whispered. “Better than good.”

Garrett chuckled, low and dark. “We’ll make sure of it.”

They worked in tandem, moving around me like a dance. Garrett’s mouth dipped to my stomach while Asher’s fingers played lower, circling without rushing. Beckett cradled my face, grounding me.

Every touch was heat. Every kiss was a question, and I was saying yes in every breath, every arch of my spine.

When Asher finally pressed his mouth between my thighs, pushing my panties to one side, I cried out, hips jerking, fingers tangling in his hair.

He laughed again, low, wicked, and doubled down, licking like he was starving, teasing enough to make me squirm before easing back.

“Tease,” I hissed, breathless.

“Damn right,” he muttered, eyes flashing up at me. “You taste like fucking heaven.”

Garrett pulled me into his lap, my back to his chest, his arms wrapping around me as Beckett leaned in to kiss me. I was suspended between all three of them, floating in a kind of pleasure I hadn’t known was real.

And still, somehow, it wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t chaotic.

It was fun. Playful.

Asher licked the inside of my thigh again and said, “I think we should take her to bed now.”

Garrett laughed, hoisting me easily in his arms. “You just want more room.”

“And pillows,” Beckett added, smiling softly as he followed.

I don’t know how I stayed upright on the walk to the bedroom.

Maybe it was adrenaline. Or lust. Or the fact that I had three sets of hands on me the entire way, steadying me, stroking me, keeping me from falling apart right there in the hallway.

Every brush of their fingers against my skin sent sparks skating down my spine, and by the time Garrett lowered me onto the bed, my whole body was humming, shaking with want.

The door clicked shut.

My heart pounded in my chest.

For a second, the guys just stared at me like they needed to take in every inch of me before they made their next move.

I lay back on the pillows, my chest heaving, skin tingling from the way they looked at me, hungry, needy, like I was something precious and wild all at once.

And then they moved.

Garrett leaned down first, his big hands cradling my face so gently it made my eyes sting. His mouth was soft on mine, slow and searching, teasing my lips apart until I melted into him, sighing when I felt the scrape of his stubble on my cheek.

His hands slid down, over my throat, my shoulders, my chest, until he cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in slow, lazy circles that had me gasping.

Beckett kissed my shoulder, the curve of my collarbone, his breath warm and shivery against my skin. His hands were everywhere, skimming my waist, my hips, smoothing down my thighs with a worshipful kind of patience that made me ache.

I turned my head to find his mouth, pulling him in, tasting his sweetness, the gentleness that was all his, even when his grip on my waist tightened just a little too hard.

And Asher, god, Asher was already between my legs, stripping my underwear away with a grin so filthy it sent a rush of heat straight to my core.

His fingers traced up my thighs before he finally pressed his mouth to me.

My back arched off the bed with a cry, fingers tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked, relentless and greedy and so fucking good it felt like my whole body was unraveling one gasp at a time.

I was drowning in sensation. Garrett’s rough palms on my breasts, Beckett’s lips on my throat, Asher’s wicked tongue stroking me deeper, faster, until I was trembling, teetering on the edge of something huge and blinding.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, my hips rocking up helplessly. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

They didn’t.

Garrett’s hand slid lower, his fingers joining Asher’s mouth, pushing inside me slow and deep, stretching me in the best way. Asher’s lips locked around my clit, sucking and flicking in perfect, devastating rhythm.

I arched off the bed, my breath catching in my throat, a strangled cry ripping free before Beckett swallowed it with a kiss.

Deep, consuming, his tongue tangling with mine as his fingers fisted my hair, holding me there like he knew I needed something to hold on to, something to keep me tethered while my body spiraled out of control.

I was shaking already, every muscle taut, the pleasure building fast, hot, relentless… more than I’d ever felt before.

Too much.

Not enough.

My thighs trembled, instinctively trying to close, but Asher growled, rough and possessive, gripping my hips tighter, spreading me wider as he worked me harder, his tongue flicking fast now, his stubble scraping the sensitive inside of my thighs.

Garrett’s fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made me see stars, stroking in perfect counterpoint to Asher’s mouth, and it was too good, too intense.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

“Fuck,” I gasped against Beckett’s lips, my whole body coiling tighter as everything rushed to the surface, raw and wild.

Garrett’s mouth was at my ear, his voice a rasp that went straight to my core. “Look at me, baby. Let me see you fall apart. We’ve got you. You’re safe. Let go.”

His eyes, dark and molten and locked on mine, held me captive, and I shattered.

The orgasm hit like nothing I’d ever felt before, ripping through me with violent force, a blinding rush of sensation that stole my breath and every thought in my head.

I cried out, my body convulsing, hips jerking, muscles clenching down hard around Garrett’s fingers as Asher kept licking, relentless, pushing me higher, higher, wringing every last drop of pleasure from me until I thought I might break.

Beckett held me through it, kissing me, whispering against my lips, his hands stroking my hair, my face even as I came apart, wave after punishing wave tearing through me, unstoppable, overwhelming.

I was shaking, sobbing with the force of it, my thighs trembling, my breath ragged as my vision blurred and the world spun.

Garrett’s fingers didn’t stop until my body jerked away, too sensitive, wrung out, completely wrecked.

Asher pulled back, his lips shiny, his grin wicked and satisfied. His eyes sparkled as he pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, soothing now.

I was still floating, catching my breath, when Beckett’s hand slid down my body, making me shiver with anticipation.

His eyes met mine, full of something wild and possessive, and my pulse kicked up again, a new rush of need sparking to life even though I’d just come apart completely.

“Think you’ve got more in you, baby?” he asked, his voice dark with promise.

My answer was a breathless nod, my thighs falling open without hesitation. I needed him.

All of them.

More. Always more.

Asher grinned, eyes gleaming with heat, and leaned down, kissing me hard.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, licking into him, desperate for it, for all of him.

I could taste myself on his lips, and the primal rush of it went straight to my core, making me arch up against Beckett as he settled between my thighs.

“Damn, you’re so fucking wet,” Beckett groaned, dragging the head of his cock through my folds, teasing, tormenting, spreading my slick everywhere. “You feel that? That’s us, baby. All of us.”

A helpless whimper escaped me, my hips tilting up in a silent plea, needing him to fill me, to take me apart all over again.

Asher pulled back enough to smirk down at me, his fingers stroking my cheek.

“You ready for more? You ready to open up?” he murmured, voice full of heat and command.

I did, lips parting obediently, and Asher pressed two fingers into my mouth, wet with me, and I sucked him in deep, hollowing my cheeks, tasting everything: myself, him, the salt of his skin.

My eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed as I drowned in sensation.

And then Beckett pushed in slowly, stretching me wide, filling me so deep I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only feel.

My moan was swallowed by Asher’s fingers as Beckett bottomed out with a low, guttural curse, his cock pulsing inside me, so big, so perfect, hitting every spot that made me shiver and clench around him.

“Fuck, Riley,” Beckett ground out, holding still for a beat, his hands gripping my hips tight. “You feel incredible.”

He started to move, slow at first, deep thrusts that had me gasping, my body arching into him, every inch of me strung tight with need.

Asher’s fingers slid deeper into my mouth, and I sucked harder, eyes locking with his, lost in the raw, feral heat there.

“You look so fucking good like this,” Asher growled, voice rough with hunger. “Taking Beckett’s cock, sucking my fingers. Fuck.”

His eyes burned into mine, dark and heavy-lidded with lust, and the way he was looking at me—like I was everything, like I was theirs—sent a fresh wave of heat through my already wrecked body.

But I wanted more. I wanted him .

I turned, breathless and wild, and reached for him, my hand sliding down his hard, tense stomach, finding his cock… thick, hot, already leaking.

His breath hitched, his muscles tightening under my touch as I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slow and firm, loving the feel of him, the power of making him shudder for me.

“Fuck, Riley,” he groaned, his voice breaking, hand tangling in my hair as I leaned in, licking a teasing stripe up the length of him before taking him into my mouth.

He hissed out a curse, hips jerking as I sucked him deep, savoring the salty, addictive flavor of him, the way he filled my mouth.

His hand tightened in my hair, guiding me, his breath ragged and filthy as I worked him over. Slow at first, then faster, my tongue swirling around the head before sinking down again.