Page 51 of Shared By the Mountain Men Triplets

“Oh god, oh god, oh god!”

Rhett drags his teeth over one of my nipples, as a thick finger presses inside me and a tongue strokes over my clit at a frantic pace.

“Oh god, I’m going to come!”

The three of them keep at it as my body seizes, then throbs, blissful sensations radiating out from somewhere deep.

Cade or Boone presses a second finger inside me, or with the way they have me stretched, maybe they’re both in there. Whatever they’re doing, it feels amazing, and all I can do is surrender to it as my world turns dark with shooting stars.

When I come back to myself, three identical faces are watching me.

“Damn, Wren,” Boone says like a tease, right before he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and lets it go with apop.“That looked intense.”

All I can do is smile up at them for several seconds.

“And we’re just getting started,” Rhett says. “I want you to do that again.”

I’m about to tell him that my body doesn’t work that way when he crawls between my legs and steals my words by pushing his tongue up inside me.

I squeal and thrash, an arm over my face, as if that can save me from overload.

Rhett grips my hips like a vise, keeping me almost still as he flutters his tongue inside me, thenpresses one finger, then another, then curls them both and rubs a wildly responsive spot that he finds like he’s studied the map for days.

“Oh, shit! Oh my god!”

I think I hear Boone chuckle fondly, but I’m nearly too far gone to know for sure, and then I’m racing up and over another peak, my body clamping down on Rhett’s fingers, sounds coming out of my mouth I seem to have no control over.

I’d pictured what this might be like, but I never expected to feel so much pleasure so fast, and as Rhett said, we’re just getting started.

Together, they take me over the top for a third time, and then Rhett and Cade lie beside me and stroke my body while I try to recover.

Boone appears with a glass of water, and when I can sit up, I gulp it down like it’s the first thing I’ve had to drink all day.

Rhett tangles a lock of my hair in his fist. “You doing okay, Red?”

“Red?” He’s never called me that before.

“I love your hair.” There’s a wicked glint in his eye as he gives it a gentle tug. “It gives me ideas.”

He slides one of his legs over mine and uses his foot to spread my legs apart. “You want us to wear condoms?”

My eyes flare as my gaze goes straight to his erection, then Boone’s and Cade’s. “I’m protected, and I’m clean.”

“We are, too.”

With that settled, he gets right down to showing me one of his ideas. He lifts me onto my hands and knees in the center of the bed and licks me again from behind, even though I’ve never been more lubricated.

While Cade and Boone watch, Rhett gets on his knees behind me and gathers most of my hair in his hand. He keeps hold of it as he lines up the head of his cock at my entrance, then pushes in, slowly, steadily, and thoroughly. He presses in until his hips meet my ass, and my eyes squeeze shut from the fullness.

He rests there a moment, letting me adjust, probably feeling my walls clenching around him.

When he slides back, I can feel the flared head of his cock dragging on my walls, and the friction is delicious. I immediately want more, and he gives it to me. His next pump in is faster, then faster again, and harder, pushing me forward on the bed until I brace my hands and find the leverage to push back.

“You good, Red?”

I throw the man a desperate thumbs-up as he knocks the air out of me, and oh my god, sex has never felt so good. My hair is still in his grip, and he pulls only enough to tip my head back and remind me he’s there—as if I could ever forget.

“That’s a good girl. Take my cock,” Rhett mutters.