Page 79 of Knot Her Mountain Men

I drifted in and out, lulled into relaxation by his rumbling purr and jolted out of it again when he decided I needed another orgasm. I came all over his knot, my nails digging into his arm and my back arched, breath heaving.

“Bear,please.”

“Please, what?” he whispered.

Please what indeed. WhatdidI want? I shivered, settling on one thing we could both agree on. “Don’t stop touching me.”

Between the screaming while chopping wood, the voracious fucking, and the luxurious shower I shared with Bear after said fucking, I was actually feeling like a proper human again. Cooper wouldn’t quite make eye contact with me, as if he knew exactly what I had been up to upstairs.

I parked myself in front of Kit and my sweet alpha gently finger-combed my damp curls, tidying them into a neat braid down my back.

“So, what’s the plan to salvage the fucked-up pieces of my life?”

“We’re prepared to purchase everything at the price the thrift store thinks they would be able to sell it for,” said Dakota.

“And failing that,” added Cash, “I’ll throw myself at them so they can’t put anything into the incinerator.”

I couldn’t help the small laugh at imagining him doing just that. “How terrible do you think it would be to reach out to Brandon and see if he has my ID?”

Every alpha in the room froze.

“Little fox, he tried to kill you,” Kit pointed out, his grip on my shoulders tightening.

“But that would be the easiest solution. What if I sent Cooper?”

“Then I’ll kill him,” my brother replied.

“But you could hold off until we have my ID. Assuming he didn’t toss it, of course.”

Maverick sighed, looking skyward. “It’s not the worst idea. How would Cooper get in contact with him, though? Do you have his number memorized?”

“I remember his house number from when he lived with his parents. I haven’t had to remember a phone number since I was a teenager, so the only ones still up there are from when I was a kid.”

“It’s a start,” said Cooper. “If his parents are still there, they should know his number. Give it to me and I’ll go call.”

“Good luck with the reception,” said Ryder. “You’ll probably have to go at least to the end of the drive until we get the satellite replaced.”

“I’ll handle it. I’ll go as far as I have to.”

I scribbled down the number I was ninety percent certain belonged to Brandon’s parents and handed the paper to Cooper.

“I’ll come too,” said Kit, “at least leave a message at the sheriff’s office, let them know Morgan is safe with us. We can also see if there’s anything we’ll need to have prepared for Morgan to file a report.”

Levi went with them, borrowing Ryder’s truck in case they had to go further to get a clear signal. Bear slipped into Kit’s vacant spot.

Dakota and Cash observed me quietly, nestled comfortably between Bear’s knees.

“Can I borrow you for a minute outside, Morgan?” Cash asked.

“Sure.”

“Not too long with your wet hair,” Maverick reminded me, fetching a beanie and carefully tucking it over my head.

“We’ll be quick,” Cash promised. We slipped on our boots in the garage and stood beneath the second-level porch. “You really are happy here, aren’t you?”

“I said I was.”

“Yeah, but it’s different seeing you be this relaxed despite everything. I know you almost as well as Cooper, and the Morgan I’m familiar with would rather chop off her own hand than cuddle up with an alpha. You like these guys.”

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