Page 55 of Full Mountie

But she feels so good.

And there’s literally a demon on her shoulder whispering to her that she should clench down on me, milk my come. He’s evil.

He’s beautiful.

I swear under my breath as I find a rocking hip movement Beth likes. Her eyes go dreamy as Hugh reaches around her, clasping his hand on my waist. I let myself imagine him inside her, too, buried in her ass.

How good we could make that for her.

How amazing it would be to feel him inside her, to rub back and forth through her body.

To pour ourselves into her and leave her marked in every possible way.

Mine.

Her lips brush my mouth, her tongue wet and inquisitive as we twist together, tighter, higher. We kiss again, deep and dirty, until we feel like one. And when her orgasm begins to spiral, I feel it inside myself, too. She pulls me with her, calling me to chase her up, up, up…

The release, when it comes, is blinding bliss. Beth trembles in my arms, her sounds sweet and breathless as I pound into her, a ruthless last surge toward climax.

As we tumble again, gravity and reality reclaiming us from that place, Hugh catches us.

Mine.

And this time, I mean them both.

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Beth

Idon’t thinkI fully fell asleep, but at some point I wake up, so I must have dozed off. I can hear the shower running, and Hugh’s missing from my bed. Lachlan, however, is right behind me, and when I try to roll over to see if he’s still asleep, I nearly push him right off.

“Whoa,” he says sleepily, grabbing my headboard with one hand as the other arm wraps around my waist. “Your bed is too small. Next time we do this at my place.”

My heart leaps. “Next time?”

“Don’t you want to have us together again?” He rubs his nose against my cheek, breathing me in. That’s hot as hell. “There’s so much we still haven’t done.”

That’s even hotter. I scoot back a bit so I can see him better. At some point we need to have a conversation about all this stuff, without touching and getting distracted by how good it feels when our bodies slide together. “Yeah, I want to. If you want to…?”

He gives me a happy grin and rolls onto his back, his erection bobbing into the air, hard and ready. He wraps his fingers around it and leisurely strokes himself. “I do.”

Hugh walks in, slinging a towel around his narrow, inked waist. He must have caught that last exchange because he gives Lachlan a surprised look. “Look at Mr. Responsibility taking a walk on the wild side.”

Lachlan lets go of his cock long enough to flip Hugh the bird. “Your hedonistic ways are rubbing off on me. Come join us.”

Hugh drops the towel and sits at the foot of the bed. Erect cocks everywhere. I can’t decide where to look next. “You were both asleep when I went to shower.”

I wiggle my fingers at him, inviting him closer. “We’re awake now. Should we make the most of our second winds?”

He rises on his knees, and for the first time I realize something very familiar is on his body. A compass inked below his waistline.

I twist my head around and look at Lachlan’s hip, then back to Hugh. “You have the same tattoo.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you get them at the same time?” I trace Lachlan’s version. Inside the compass are pine trees, tall and spindly.

Lachlan clears his throat. “Yeah.”

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