Page 42 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies (Men of Medford #4)

“I think I might be causing a bit of a scene.”

I could feel the heat from her body, the soft pressure of her against me. “Only if the wrong person sees us.”

“I don’t think that will happen. Your sister is very distracted.” She tugged me a little closer. “Plus, I think you might like it.”

“God help me, I do,” I said, my hand instinctively reaching for her waist, leaning into her. She fit perfectly against me, her warmth seeping into me like the firelight outside the windows.

“You’re rocking the moose, you know?” she said, her lips brushing the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Hmm, and what about the bells?” I added, trying to hide my grin but failing miserably.

She laughed softly, a sound that made my chest tighten.

“I love the bells,” she said, her hand sliding down my arm, grazing my wrist with just enough pressure to make my thoughts scatter.

“I hate them,” I growled. “But for you? I’ll wear anything.”

Her eyes flickered with a mix of amusement and intense heat. “For me, huh?”

Before I could stop her, she reached up, brushing her fingers over my moose covered chest, the absurdity of the sweater only adding to the intensity of the moment.

It felt wrong in all the right ways—this moment, the corner of the bar, the playful teasing. But the way she looked at me, as if she knew exactly how to drive me crazy, made it feel right.

“Do I make you want to do something reckless?” she whispered, her lips brushing mine, her breath mingling with mine.

The answer was as clear as the snow outside.

“Yes,” I murmured.

I reached up and cupped her jaw, my thumb brushing over the smooth skin of her cheek. The heat between us was undeniable, but we were still tucked away in the corner of the bar, surrounded by noise and chaos, but somehow separated from it all.

It felt like a secret, as if we were dancing on the edge of something too good to touch. But I was done pretending I didn’t want it.

“Riley,” I murmured, my voice low, rough with need.

She looked up at me through her lashes, eyes dark with desire, and in that moment, everything else fell away.

I didn’t care about the crowded bar or whether anyone might see. All I could think about was how close she was, how badly I wanted her.

Her lips parted slightly, and I took that as permission.

Without another word, I pulled her against me, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other lifting her chin. I kissed her… hard, urgent, desperate.

No teasing, no games. Pure need.

Her lips met mine, and everything else faded into the background. Her mouth was soft, but there was a fire underneath, a heat that matched the fire roaring in my chest.

She moaned against my mouth, and I deepened the kiss, my hands roaming to her back, pulling her even closer.

Her fingers slid into my hair, tugging me down harder, and I could feel the heat of her body pressing against mine, the way her chest rose and fell in sync with the wild beating of my heart.

Every inch of her skin burned under my touch. It wasn’t just the way she kissed me, it was everything about her, everything we’d been dancing around. All the unspoken things I hadn’t yet dared to say.

I pulled back enough to catch my breath, my forehead resting against hers. Her lips were swollen, her eyes still half-lidded, a look of dazed satisfaction on her face that made my pulse spike again.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I whispered hoarsely.

“I think I do,” she breathed, her fingers tracing along the collar of my sweater, drawing slow patterns that had my nerves firing in every direction.

“I’m not sure I can stop,” I muttered, my lips grazing the curve of her ear as I spoke.

“I don’t want you to,” she whispered back, her voice thick with the same need that was spiraling through me.

Before I could stop myself, I was kissing her again, this time slower, deeper. Every part of me wanted more. More of her. More of this.

We barely noticed the world around us, lost in the heat of the moment. But I knew one thing for sure. This was no longer a playful game.

This was real, and it was only the beginning.

It didn’t feel like much time had passed before we were back home once more. Well, some of us were. Lucy had left with Nate, so it was us three.

And Riley.

The second the door shut behind us, the air shifted.

Riley’s back bumped into the wall as I framed her face, kissing her like I was starving for it—which, let’s be honest, I was.

She pulled me closer, fingers tugging at the hem of that stupid moose sweater, laughing breathlessly against my mouth.

“Get this off,” she gasped, her eyes bright with heat.

“Gladly,” I growled, yanking it over my head in one rough pull. The bells jingled as it hit the floor, and Riley’s laugh was cut off when Asher’s hands slid around her waist from behind, pressing her tight between us.

“Damn, you two,” Asher murmured against her neck, his lips trailing along her skin. “Do you know what it was like watching you at that bar all night? Torture.”

She shivered, her head tipping back, exposing more of that gorgeous throat. “Poor baby.”

Beckett, leaning in the doorway, crossed his arms, eyes dark and heavy with want. “You didn’t seem to mind the attention.”

Riley’s gaze flicked to him, and something electric passed between them. Hot, sharp, full of promise. “Maybe I liked it.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, my blood running molten as Asher slid his hand under her sweater, fingers skimming over her stomach.

“Bedroom,” Beckett said roughly, pushing off the doorframe and stalking toward us. “Now.”

Riley let out a breathy laugh as we practically herded her down the hall, four bodies tangled together, hands everywhere.

The second we hit the bedroom, it was chaos. Asher peeling her sweater up and over, me tugging her leggings down as she kicked off her boots, Beckett already stripping his shirt off with a low, heated curse.

She was everywhere, soft skin, breathy gasps, flushed cheeks, and hungry eyes, and we couldn’t get enough.

Asher had her on the bed first, his mouth claiming hers in a deep, dirty kiss while Beckett and I undressed her the rest of the way, savoring every inch we uncovered. Her back arched, her hands clutching at us, needy and wild.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I groaned, pressing kisses down her stomach, nipping at her hip as Beckett palmed her breast, teasing her nipple until she gasped.

“Look at you,” Beckett growled, his voice low and dark, his gaze dragging over her like a hand. “Dripping for us already.”

She shivered, back arching off the bed, fingers clutching at the sheets as I leaned in to press open-mouthed kisses down her stomach. Her skin was hot beneath my tongue, tasting of sweat and sin.

I bit at her hip, soothing it with my tongue, and was rewarded with a breathy gasp that made my cock throb against the zipper of my jeans.

Asher shifted down, sliding between her legs, and Riley whimpered as he parted her thighs, kissing the soft inside of one with reverence.

“You want this, baby?” he murmured, lips so close to where she was soaked and swollen. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “God, yes, please.”

That broke something in me. I moved to her side, palming her breast as Beckett circled the other, his thumb brushing over her nipple until it pebbled beneath his touch.

She cried out, her hips lifting, and Asher finally gave her what she needed—his mouth on her, tongue stroking her clit with maddening precision.

“Fuck, Asher.”

Her words fractured, tangled in pleasure as Beckett bent down and sucked her other nipple into his mouth. She was surrounded, every inch of her body under someone’s hands, someone’s mouth.

And still, it didn’t feel enough.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I pulled off my jeans, my cock springing free, thick and aching. Riley’s eyes locked onto it, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Garrett,” she whimpered, reaching for me.

“I’ve got you,” I promised, kneeling beside her head. She wrapped her lips around me eagerly, her moan vibrating through my length, and I nearly lost control right then.

The sight of her, with Asher between her legs, Beckett sucking a mark into her throat, and her mouth on me, was almost too much.

Beckett looked up, eyes glittering. “She’s fucking insatiable.”

“She’s ours,” I ground out, thrusting gently into her mouth, her tongue teasing the underside of my shaft. “And she’s perfect.”

Asher groaned against her, his voice rough. “She’s close.”

Riley’s moans grew frantic, body trembling, legs tightening around Asher’s shoulders. Beckett captured her mouth, swallowing her cry as she shattered beneath us, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

But we weren’t done. Not even close.

I pulled back as Asher kissed up her stomach, dragging his mouth along her body as if he owned it. Riley reached for me, eyes heavy-lidded and wild.

“More,” she whispered. “I want all of you.”

Beckett moved behind her, guiding her up on her knees. He lined himself up and slid in deep, groaning at the tight heat of her.

Riley gasped, body arching as she clenched around him. Asher and I pressed in on either side, kissing her, touching her, worshipping her.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Beckett rasped against her shoulder, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust slow and deep. “Taking me so well.”

Asher kissed her jaw. “Think you can come again, baby?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Please.”

I kissed her mouth as Beckett pounded into her, her body rocking between us, every touch electric. I stroked her clit in slow, tight circles, watching her fall apart in our hands.

“Let go,” I whispered. “We’ve got you.”

And she did, eyes fluttering shut, a cry tearing from her throat as her second orgasm hit, her entire body tightening around Beckett as he growled and came with her.

Asher took her next, flipping her to her back, pushing her thighs wide as he sank into her.

Her nails raked down his back, her cries sharper, her need insatiable. I kissed her neck, her lips, her breasts, feeding off every moan while Beckett watched, still panting, eyes dark.

Asher’s rhythm grew wild, hips snapping into her with unrelenting force.

“Fuck, Riley.” he choked out, coming with a shuddering groan.

By the time I entered her, she was boneless, wrecked, radiant. But she still pulled me in, greedy for more.

I took her slow, savoring every roll of her hips, every flutter of her walls around me. Her name fell from my lips like prayer, a surrender, and when I finally came, it was with a growl, my body emptying into her, my soul unraveling.

When we collapsed in a tangle of limbs, hearts pounding, sweat slick and completely undone, I knew something had changed.

This was it. Truly, for all of us.

There could be no hesitation anymore.