Page 26 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies (Men of Medford #4)

Beckett traced his fingers up the outside of my thighs, eyes locked on mine like he was reading every flicker of want and need, every unspoken yes . His mouth found the inside of my upper thigh, soft at first, then harder, teeth scraping just enough to make my breath hitch.

Garrett’s hands slid down my arms, guiding me back so my shoulders met his chest. He leaned down, beard rasping against my neck, his lips brushing my ear. “Tell us what you want tonight.”

I could barely think, let alone speak. I wanted everything.

All of them. Right here, right now.

I turned my head, catching his gaze, my lips parted and breathless. “I need all of you.”

Then Asher kissed me, stripping the air from my lungs completely.

His breath brushed my ear. “You really want this again, Riley?”

My answer was barely a whisper, but I’d never been more sure of anything in my life.

“Yes.”

That single word cracked the tension wide open.

Beckett’s hands were suddenly at my hips, tugging me back into him, as Asher’s mouth drifted down my jaw, a scrape of stubble chasing every sigh. Garrett peeled my underwear off.

I tilted my head back, breath trembling as I gave them all permission.

Beckett’s lips brushed ever closer to where I was throbbing for him. Each kiss higher made my stomach clench, the heat between my thighs becoming unbearable.

Finally, his mouth reached me, and my breath caught.

The first stroke of his tongue made me cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair. He groaned against me, the vibration of it curling through my entire body as I arched, desperate and aching.

Garrett’s hands roamed up my sides, cupping my breasts, his thumbs circling over already taut peaks. The moan that fell out of his mouth almost set me alight.

Asher’s lips followed the line of my stomach, slow and lingering, before he dragged his tongue over the swell of my breast.

“You should see yourself,” he murmured. “So needy. It’s perfect.”

I moaned, overwhelmed by mouths, hands, heat. By them.

Beckett didn’t stop. He worked me with purpose. Slow, then faster, until I was trembling all over, barely able to keep on my feet.

My thighs shook, my hips pressing into his mouth. The way he held me… like I was something to worship, not break.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growled against me.

I barely registered Garrett’s mouth on my jaw again, or Asher’s hands drifting lower.

Then Beckett slowed, just enough to make me whimper, my body chasing what he’d taken away.

“Hey, Riley,” Asher murmured, a wicked smile in his voice. “We have all night long. It isn’t like we need to rush, is it?”

Well, I wasn’t going to take that. Now I was the one with a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I fell to my knees in front of him.

I grabbed Asher’s trousers and tugged them down, yanking his boxers with them.

He hissed through his teeth as the cold air brushed over him, but it wasn’t long before I replaced it with the heat of my breath.

I leaned in, close enough that my lips barely touched him, and exhaled slow and warm across the length of him.

I didn’t move fast. Didn’t give him what he wanted. Not yet.

Asher’s hand fisted in my hair, not to pull, not to guide, only to feel. To anchor himself as I drove him out of his mind.

“Riley.” he warned, voice wrecked already.

I smirked and did it again, another slow puff of hot breath against sensitive skin. Then I dragged my tongue lightly along the base of him, tracing a line upward before pulling back again.

Teasing. Testing. Rewarding myself with the way his thighs tensed and his jaw clenched like he was barely holding on.

Behind me, I could feel Beckett’s breath on my back, one hand smoothing down the curve of my spine like he was proud. As if this was a show, and he was savoring every second of the performance.

Garrett moved around us, circling, his presence dark and electric as he watched me take control.

“You trying to kill him?” Beckett murmured, his voice low and rough as gravel.

“Maybe,” I replied, lips brushing along Asher’s tip as I spoke. “He said we had all night .”

Asher groaned, the sound ripped from somewhere deep in his chest.

I gave him a long, slow lick, then another, deliberately pausing to blow across the wet trail, watching him twitch in response.

He was cursing now, muttering under his breath, but he didn’t stop me. Didn’t guide me. He was letting me have this. Letting me drive.

And I loved it.

I flattened my tongue and took him in slow, inch by inch, while his hand tightened in my hair. The control was all mine, but the power?

It was theirs, too.

They watched me fall apart and take control in the same breath. Watched as I found some new version of myself, one who knew exactly what she wanted.

When I pulled back again, saliva glistening on my lips, Asher’s head dropped back against the couch, his chest heaving.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “What are you trying to do to me?”

I didn’t answer him. Not with words, anyway.

Instead, I slid my lips over him again, slow and deep this time, until his breath caught and his fingers tensed in my hair like he was holding on for dear life.

His thighs flexed beneath my hands as I set a rhythm, letting my tongue curl around him with every pass, hollowing my cheeks to hear the way he groaned when I did.

“Fuck, Riley.” He sounded barely human now.

Behind me, Beckett was stroking my spine again, and Garrett let out a low curse from somewhere nearby. I could feel their eyes on me, on us , the room humming with heat and focus.

Asher tried to hold back. I could feel the tension coiling in his body, the way his hips jerked slightly, fighting against the need to thrust.

I wasn’t letting him. Not yet. This was mine. My pace. My game.

I pulled back with a soft pop , licking the head with the tip of my tongue, teasing that spot I’d already learned made him twitch.

“Fucking hell, Riley, I regret it, okay? I regret teasing you!”

“Thought you might.”

Then I wrapped my lips around him again—no more teasing, just full commitment. Deeper. Hungrier. Determined to take him apart completely.

It didn’t take long.

His hips jerked once, and then again. His breathing turned ragged, wild. The hand in my hair tightened as he groaned, low and guttural, and then…

“Riley, fuck… fuck , I’m gonna…”

I pulled back at the last second, just enough.

He came hard, hot, and fast, spilling across my chest, my throat, some of it catching in my hair, his hand still buried in the strands as he rode it out, eyes locked to mine. He couldn’t look away.

He was panting, dazed, totally wrecked.

And I felt powerful .

Garrett’s hands were on my hips before I even fully registered him behind me.

He pulled me up from my knees with a low growl, pressing me forward until my hands landed on Beckett’s thighs where he sat watching, hard and still, like every part of him was locked in restraint.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” Garrett’s voice was a low rasp against the shell of my ear as he bent over me, his chest brushing my back.

I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

The sound he made, half groan, half curse, was pure hunger. Then he was inside me with one smooth, devastating thrust.

I cried out, my hand now fisting Beckett’s jeans as Garrett buried himself to the hilt. He filled me completely, his hands splayed across my hips, anchoring us both.

“Damn, Riley.” His voice was strained with the effort it took not to lose control.

I trembled, gasping, caught between the hard press of Garrett’s body and the burning focus in Beckett’s eyes.

He reached out, slow and sure, his fingers skimming up my arms, then lower, slipping beneath the thin strap of my bra to free me completely.

I arched into his touch as Garrett started to move. Slow, deep thrusts that stole the breath from my lungs.

Beckett’s hands cupped my breasts, fingers teasing, rolling, pulling soft moans from my lips with every stroke Garrett delivered behind me.

“Touch me,” he said, commanding but gentle.

I didn’t need to be asked twice.

I reached for him, fingers finding the line of his zipper, tugging it down with shaking hands.

He was already hard, already straining against his jeans. When I freed him, his breath stuttered.

Garrett thrust again, harder now, his grip on my hips bruising in the best way. Every time he filled me, it sent me closer to the edge, my forehead dropping to Beckett’s thigh as I worked him with my hand, slowly, rhythmically.

Beckett’s head fell back, a hiss slipping from his lips. “Fuck, Riley.”

I was sandwiched between them, surrounded, taken. One hand stroking Beckett while Garrett took me from behind like he couldn’t get deep enough.

The air was thick with heat and want, and the sound of skin on skin, the scent of sex curling around us.

And somewhere in the haze, Asher knelt beside me again, his fingers threading through my hair.

He pulled my head up so he could kiss me, slow and deep, even as Garrett pounded into me and Beckett groaned under my touch.

I had never felt more desired. More powerful. More alive .

“You’re everything,” Asher whispered against my lips. “You have no idea what you do to us.”

Garrett growled behind me, hips snapping faster. “I’m close.”

Beckett cursed, his hand wrapping over mine to guide the pace.

And I shattered.

The orgasm tore through me like lightning, hot and fast and uncontrollable. I cried out into Asher’s mouth, every muscle tensing as Garrett pushed deeper, harder, chasing his own release.

Beckett was right behind him, his body jerking beneath my hand, his breath hot and ragged as he came.

And I knelt there between them, shaking and gasping and completely undone, unsure of where any of us would go from here.