Page 18 of Crushing on the Mountain Men

“I said, dinner’s ready.” Creed said from the doorway.

Davin ended his kiss by nibbling my lower lip before picking up my laundry.

“I don’t know if the kissing or doing my laundry is sexier,” I said, leaning against the counter to get my breath.

Creed stepped in as Davin left the bathroom and leaned down to pick me up. He did it slowly so he wouldn’t jar my arm.

Then he kissed me deeply.

I ran my fingers into his soft beard, enjoying the low humming pleasure noise he made in his throat.

“I’m sexier, though, right?” He teased, carefully carrying me to the dinner table.

“This all feels like a dream reality show. Every woman in America would line up to be a contestant.” My eyes were taking in the perfectly plated salmon with green beans and a baked potato.

“He uses an air fryer,” Davin said.

“I don’t care,” I said, taking a mouthful of the flaky salmon. I closed my eyes and moaned. When I opened them, a pair of dark eyes and hazel eyes studied me. “Don’t let me be the only one eating,” I said, feeling very self-conscious.

After dinner, they wouldn’t let me clear up, but set me up on a soft leather couch with a fleece blanket over me.

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I was dozing off until I felt the guys sit on either side of me and turn on the large screen TV in the corner.

“How do you get the electronics to work up here?” I said. “You two do some financial work, too, right?”

“We do, and there is a good tower not too far from here, though we wish people on the trail could access cellular better. Lots of our rescues would be easier.”

I remembered how our phones weren’t working that well on the night I met these two during the bachelorette party rescue.

“Do we need TV? The views alone here, even at night, are amazing.” Then I heard a howl. “Or maybe TV is good.”

Creed chuckled as he hit a button with a remote and shades came down over the windows.

Davin leaned in and breathed into my ear. “We could start a fire.”

But I was already heating quickly, as I turned to kiss him.

Creed leaned in from the other side and I was kissing them one after the other.

“There’s no hurry, gorgeous,” Creed said. “We plan to date you for a very long time.”

My good hand was unbuttoning Davin’s shirt. “We all have too many clothes on.”

“But one of us is in a sling,” Davin said, kissing me again.

I realized they were gently lifting off the sling and pulling off their shirts.

“Are you sure you should take this off?” Creed asked, laying the sling over the back of the couch.

I could barely speak from the sight of these two gorgeous men, shirtless, with muscles. Davin had a dusting of dark hair on his well-defined chest, and Creed had more bulky muscles. Both made my mouth water.

“Um, yes. But maybe you should take off my shirt too, so nothing pulls against the stitches.”

I loved the sound of their laughter, and how gentle they were with me. I had a hand on each of their shoulders until they got my t-shirt off.

“Does your arm hurt?”

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