Page 29 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

“Are you sure about this, Anya?” Booker asks, quick to pick up on the details.

Chance is already undressing.

“It just makes sense,” I tell them, eager to have each of them take turns with me.

Nico gives me a stunned smile as I clench myself tightly around his cock. “Anya, you fiery little devil.”

“Look who’s talking,” I moan, raising my hips to meet him.

He’s hard again. Hard and massive, and buried in my very core.

His brothers join us, naked and sweating from their outdoor labor, their cocks springing for release. They flank us and shower me with sizzling kisses as I take hold of them, as they take hold of me. Hands roam freely.

“I’ve wanted us like this,” Chance admits before he kisses my left breast.

Booker teases the other, while Nico lets his thumb slip between us to torment my clit yet again. I welcome it all. I welcome the slow and deliberate strokes. I welcome the heat and length and girth of each of these men. I welcome the kisses, the licks, the bites.

“Oh, this is incredible,” I moan as Nico fucks me once more.

My breasts bounce as I stroke Booker and Chance’s cocks, beckoning them to join us high up in the most decadent of heavens. My pussy clenches as I come over and over.

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The next day,and despite the almost constant lovemaking, my anxiety gets the better of me. I wake up to a cup of hot coffee on the nightstand in my room, along with a sandwich and a hastily written note.

We’re all out clearing the snow, trying to get to town faster. XO, Nico.

I allow myself a smile as I drink my coffee, eat my sandwich, then slip into the shower. Twenty minutes later, I’m dressed and rummaging through the closet for a winter jacket. Their cousin left plenty of stuff in here. Luckily, I do find a jacket that fits, albeit a tad loosely around the shoulders.

The boots I had on when they pulled me out of the car wreck wait by the door, so I put them on and grab another shovel from the porch before I rush down the cleared snow path until I find them, all three, tall as oaks and shoveling away, half a mile down from the lodge.

“What are you doing out here?” Nico asks, stunned to see me coming.

I offer a shrug as I cautiously take each step down the path, my right side still giving me some trouble if I’m not careful with my movements. “I was getting bored,” I tell them.

“She’s been cooped up in there for more than a week now,” Chance concedes, looking at his brothers, then points a warning finger at me. “I don’t like that shovel you’re holding, though.”

“Why? It’s pretty stylish. Very mountain chic,” I quip.

He laughs as he sets his aside for a moment, then closes the distance between us to briefly kiss me on the lips. “You shouldn’t be doing any sort of labor at this point. You’re still recovering, Anya.”

“I can try.”

“Or you can just sit right here,” Booker points to a fallen tree on the edge of the path. Their bags are huddled together right next to it, and a thermos rests on the top. “Help yourself to some coffee. There’s about half of that thing left.”

“But I want to help.”

Nico shakes his head, and while Chance goes back to shoveling the snow, he comes in for a kiss of his own. Something has definitely changed between us. I dare say it’s for the better, but their continued reluctance to tell me my whole story still bothers me. I understand the reasoning. I just don’t have to like it.

There’s a sense of worry and frustration building up inside me, through no fault of theirs. It’s just that the situation is testing my resolve. My mind isn’t helping either. I’m not remembering as much as I would like.

“We’ll get to the town road soon; I promise,” Nico reassures me. “You’ve already moved more by coming here than you did in days past, Anya. Sit down and rest.”

“I could disagree on the amount of movement I’ve had lately,” I shoot back.

He gives me the sauciest look. It sends playful shivers down my spine. “And you’ll get more of that later, I assure you.”

My core tingles with anticipation as I take my seat on the fallen tree and help myself to a sip of still-warm coffee from their Thermos, feasting my eyes on the three gorgeous mountain men, former Navy SEALs, and exquisitely hot lovers as they shovel the hell out of seemingly unending snow.

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