Page 33 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies (Men of Medford #4)

Garrett’s mouth claimed mine slow at first, savoring, but deepening fast, urgent. His fingers splayed across my jaw, my neck, as if he needed the contact. Letting go wasn’t an option.

My knees went weak, my body thrumming with a sharp, aching need. I gasped softly as his hands slid lower, tracing the curve of my waist, pulling me closer.

Then Beckett was there, stepping in behind me, his presence a solid wall of heat. His hands found my hips, grounding and possessive, and his chest pressed against my back as his breath skimmed over my ear.

Rough, low, needy.

“You feel so fucking good between us,” he murmured, his voice thick, sending a shiver down my spine.

My breath caught as Asher’s hand started gliding up my arm, his fingers teasing bare skin before sliding into my hair. He tilted my head back, his eyes catching mine.

“We need you,” he rasped, like the words had been torn from somewhere deep. “Right now. No more holding back.”

This wasn’t what I expected tonight. But I didn’t care.

I needed this. I needed them.

And then Asher’s mouth was on mine again, hot, hungry, devouring, while Beckett’s hands slipped lower, finding the hem of my shirt and tugging it up with slow, deliberate purpose.

His fingers grazed my stomach, and my body jolted at the touch, need sparking through me like lightning.

Garrett’s lips trailed down my neck, open-mouthed kisses dragging heat over my skin as his hands worked my shirt higher until it was gone, flung somewhere behind us.

Their hands were everywhere.

Beckett’s, big, steady, tracing up my ribs, unhooking my bra with practiced ease.

Garrett’s, rough, hungry, sliding over my hips, down my thighs.

Asher’s fingers tangled deeper in my hair, then cupped my jaw, holding me steady as he kissed me harder.

When my bra slipped away, I gasped, and Beckett’s mouth was right there, his lips closing over my shoulder, hot and possessive.

Garrett’s hands gripped my ass, squeezing tight, while Asher’s thumbs brushed over bare skin, worshipping each inch of me.

“Fuck, Riley,” Garrett groaned against my throat, his voice gravel and heat, “you’re so beautiful.”

Beckett hummed low in agreement, his teeth grazing my collarbone, and I arched into him, desperate for more.

Asher’s eyes were blazing, his kiss slower now, deeper, full of need. His hand slid down, unfastening the button of my jeans like it was second nature.

“Let us take care of you,” he breathed, his forehead resting against mine. His gaze was locked to mine, dark and full of everything—desire, devotion, ache. “Let us help you forget.”

I nodded, still trembling.

Garrett’s hands joined Asher’s, peeling my jeans down with agonizing slowness, dragging the denim over my hips, down my thighs, until I stood there in nothing but my panties, flushed and ready.

Asher’s hands traced up the insides of my thighs, his knuckles brushing my skin.

Beckett’s fingers slowly followed the line of my spine, drawing a full-body shiver from me.

Garrett groaned low, his palms roaming down my sides, grip tightening.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he muttered.

Then Asher knelt in front of me, his hands gripping my hips, his lips brushing soft kisses across my stomach before his fingers hooked into the sides of my panties.

He dragged them down inch by inch, his mouth trailing after, until they hit the floor.

Garrett caught my wrists, pulling them gently behind my back, his breath hot at my ear.

“You want to explore more tonight?”

Beckett’s palm pressed between my shoulder blades, coaxing me lower as I nodded—barely more than a whisper of movement, but enough.

I sank to my knees, the soft rug warm beneath me as I knelt between them.

Garrett stepped in front of me, his cock thick in his hand, his eyes locked on mine, dark and starving.

“Part those pretty lips, Riley.”

I did as he commanded, my pulse hammering as he slid inside, the stretch of him making me moan.

Asher’s hands roamed up my thighs, his mouth leaving kisses along my skin, his fingers spreading me open from behind.

“Already so wet for us,” he murmured. “Fucking perfect.”

I whimpered around Garrett, my eyes fluttering closed as Asher’s tongue found me, slow and devastating, his grip on my hips firm, keeping me in place.

Beckett groaned, his hand stroking himself as he watched. “Damn, I’ll never get tired of this view.”

But he didn’t just stand by.

A moment later, his fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to capture my mouth. Garrett pulled out with a curse, fisting himself as his eyes locked on my swollen lips.

Beckett broke the kiss, gripping my jaw. “You ready to be wrecked, baby?”

Asher pressed one last kiss to my clit before rising, his eyes dark and wild. “She’s ready.”

Garrett’s cock pressed against my lips again, his other hand curling into my hair.

“Wider,” he ordered, rough and low.

I obeyed, taking him deep, my tongue swirling over him as he groaned.

Behind me, Asher’s fingers dragged through my slickness, teasing me with maddening slowness.

“So pretty like this,” he breathed, pushing two fingers inside me, stretching me, making me gasp.

Garrett’s hand tightened in my hair. “Just like that, Riley. Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I took him deeper, my throat relaxing as he began to thrust, slow and controlled, his groans rough and raw.

Asher’s fingers worked me expertly, his thumb circling my clit with precision that had my thighs shaking.

Beckett’s breath was ragged. “Shit, I need to be inside you.”

Garrett pulled out, tilting my chin up, his gaze searing. “Lie back.”

I obeyed on shaky legs, sinking into the floor, my back arching as Asher settled between my thighs, spreading me wide.

The first lick of his tongue made me cry out, my hips jerking.

He gripped my thighs tighter, holding me down as he devoured me relentlessly.

Garrett knelt beside me, his fingers teasing up my stomach, between my breasts, gripping my jaw.

“You love this, don’t you?” he rasped. “Letting us ruin you.”

“Yes,” I gasped.

Beckett joined us, kneeling close, still stroking himself, eyes dark and feral. “Show me.”

I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking hard, making his jaw tighten.

Garrett kissed me, stealing my breath as Asher dragged me closer to the edge, licking and sucking until I was shaking.

Beckett’s voice was a growl against my ear, ragged and demanding. “Come for us, Riley. Let it all go. Right now.”

And then Asher’s tongue flicked hard, pressing right where I was already shattering. The pleasure hit me in a lightning strike, sharp, all-consuming, my whole body bowing off the couch as I cried out.

It wasn’t just a climax. It was a tidal wave, ripping through me with no mercy, leaving me breathless and shaking, my thighs trembling uncontrollably as Asher kept going, pushing me higher, deeper, until I couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended or began.

My vision went white hot, my fingers clutching at anything—Beckett’s shoulders, Asher’s hair. My breath came in ragged sobs as it kept hitting, again and again, almost too much.

I barely had time to catch a single ragged breath before Beckett was there, between my thighs, his hands gripping my hips tight, grounding me even as he pushed me higher again.

He thrust deep, a rough, desperate sound tearing from his throat, and I cried out, my body still shaking, still too sensitive, but already spiraling again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Beckett groaned, driving deep, his voice wrecked. “So perfect. Give me everything, Riley. Don’t hold back.”

And I didn’t. Couldn’t. My head fell back, mouth open on a broken sob of pleasure as the next wave built fast, higher, harder.

Then I was gone again, nothing but raw sensation, every nerve lit up and burning as Beckett’s thrusts tipped me straight into oblivion.

“Damn, so good,” he groaned, his pace rough.

Asher’s lips brushed my ear.

“She needed this. Needed us.”

Garrett’s hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me dizzy with need. “You’re ours, Riley.”

Beckett’s thrusts turned brutal, his fingers bruising on my hips as he drove me higher, harder.

I shattered again, crying out, my whole body clenching around him as I came undone.

Beckett cursed, pulling out to finish over my stomach, eyes dark with satisfaction.

Asher was next, pressing his cock to my lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I took him deep, tasting him, needing more, as Garrett’s hands kept working me open, his voice a low promise.

“You really are everything, Riley. This is going to be a long night.”