Chapter 12
PAISLEY
I lay on my back, trying to catch my breath as Blaise lay over me. He had me pinned, his body pressed hard against mine.
"Blaise," I whispered.
"Paisley." Then his mouth was on mine, lips crushing, tongue swiping and thrusting inside my mouth. He pushed my legs apart with his knees and knelt between them, his cock pressed against the apex of my thighs. He was rapidly getting harder and harder.
"Tell me you want me," he insisted.
My brain scrambled to catch up with my body.
My clit thumped like crazy, but I barely knew the man.
This time yesterday, I was fleeing from my wedding, now I was lying in a blanket underneath the muscular mountain man.
Yes, I'd thought about this, but now I needed to at least take a moment.
I didn't want to add to my list of regrets.
"Tell me you want me," he said again. "You need to want me, because I don't think I can stop." He pushed his hands under the front of my T-shirt and yanked down the cups of my bra. Then his hands were on my nipples, pinching and squeezing until they were hard peaks.
Slowly, he rolled his hips against mine, rubbing his cock against my pussy, only fabric between us.
I moaned.
"I… Oh god, I want you!" The words were barely out of my mouth before he was tugging off my T-shirt and bra. His mouth was on my nipple while his hands were tearing at the front of my jeans, shoving them down and my panties with them.
He barely had time to push his own jeans out of the way before he was gripping my hips and slamming his cock into me, all the way to the hilt.
I cried out with the suddenness of his penetration, but then he was drawing all the way out of me and slamming back in, over and over like a wild animal who desperately needed release.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said over and over again with each thrust. "You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight. So fucking mine. I'm going to come inside you."
"Yes," I barely managed to say. "Yes, please. Come inside me." Just as I said those words, I came hard and fast, my pussy squeezing around his cock, forcing him to let go. Surrender to his orgasm and spill his release into me.
I lay back, panting slightly with the exertion of such a fierce, frantic fuck. Kevin certainly didn't fuck like that.
Slowly, Blaise pulled out of me and rolled over onto his back. "You're perfect," he whispered. He lifted his head and looked over to me, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.
Ryan glanced toward Morgan who nodded before Ryan pulled off his shirt and shed his jeans. He lay down on the other side of me, rolled me over until I was straddling his hips and held me right over his erect cock. He locked my eyes on me, silently telling me we could stop any time I wanted to.
I took a deep breath and lowered myself onto his cock, taking him all the way inside me.
He dropped his head back, cupped my breasts and seemed to enjoy the way I felt, rising and falling as I rode him.
"This is what I meant," Ryan said softly. "That you deserve to be worshipped. You look like a fucking goddess riding my cock. You were put on this planet for this."
"I feel worshipped," I whispered. "I feel beautiful."
"You are beautiful," he told me. "Absolutely fucking beautiful. And mine."
"Yours," I said, blinking a couple of times. "I'm going to come."
He pushed a hand between us to circle my clit, teasing me toward orgasm while watching my breasts bounce with each movement.
I threw my head back and shouted toward the sky as I came, my body clenching his cock, making me even tighter.
Ryan shook his head, like he wanted to last for longer, but couldn't stop himself from coming, groaning while pushing himself into me as deep as he could go. Spilling his release into my body.
"That was something," Morgan said softly.
I looked over to see his tongue run across his lower lip.
Ryan smiled. "It's your turn to make our woman yours."
He cocked an eyebrow, but he was quick enough to pull me toward him when I climbed off Ryan's hips. He lay me down on my back and draped my legs over his shoulders before sliding himself inside me.
"Holy… Woman, you really are everything."
"Tell him who you belong to," Blaise said.
I hesitated. "I…"
Blaise moved to pin my hands over her head again, leaning with his hip beside my face. "I have a small cottage higher up the mountain. I have no trouble tying you to my bed until you admit it. Tell Morgan who you belong to."
I swallowed hard. "I belong to you. All of you. All three of you."
Blaise nodded, satisfied. "Exactly. I might still tie you to my bed. If you try to leave Aurora Hollow, that's exactly what I'll do. I'll find you, bring you back and tie you down until you promise never to leave. Understand?"
"I understand," I whispered. I really did. The connection between us was undeniable. I might as well have tried to fight the pull of the water thundering over the falls. I would have more success against that current than this.
"Is that what you want?" Ryan seemed to force himself to ask. He ignored the sharp look Blaise gave him. Or the bemused one from Morgan as he slowly thrust into me.
I turned my head to look straight at him. "It's what I want. I've never belonged anywhere more than I belong here with my three, mountain men."
Blaise lowered his head and said something that sounded like, "I can't wait until you're pregnant. The sooner the better."
A moment later, I came for a third time, quickly followed by Morgan, who lost himself inside me, his long hair falling over his face.
I was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Cum was going to be trickling out of her pussy for hours, but I'd never felt so gorgeous. So wanted.
So at home.