Page 51 of Eco-Activist's Mountain Men
My stomach flips. “Toby… what’s going on?”
“Come on in, bro!” he calls, completely at ease.
The door creaks open, and in steps Jack.
My jaw drops. “Jack… what the actual fuck?”
He looks like a deer caught in headlights. “Toby said you wanted to see me—something about needing the benefit of my years of experience.”
Toby sniggers, and both Jack and I glare at him until he shuts up.
“I… had no idea you were… uh…” Jack trails off, eyes darting from my naked body to Toby’s smug grin.
I yank the sheet halfway up, flustered. “Toby, what the hell are you doing?”
But Toby just lounges back, arms folded behind his head like he’s on a beach chair.
“Relax. You told me you fancied him, and I know for a fact he fancies you. He keeps mooning around with those big, soppy eyes?—”
“I do not!” Jack snaps, mortified.
“Oh, you so do,” Toby fires back, grinning. “It’s obvious you’ve got the hots for each other. A child could see it. But Brother Jack here? He’s way too polite for his own good. He’d wait until hell freezes before making a move.”
“Look,” Toby leans forward, his grin softer now, more serious. “He wants you. You want him. You’re both too stubborn—or too scared—to act. I’m just giving the world a little push.”
Jack’s face flushes crimson. “I swear, I had no idea…”
“Oh, he didn’t,” Toby cuts in breezily. “I just told him to swing by. Like he said, I told him you'd told me you needed the benefit of his years of considerable experience.” He chuckles again.
Then, quieter, he adds: “We’ve all got eyes. We’ve all got urges. We all like each other. Sometimes—just sometimes—things don’t have to be complicated.”
I glance at Jack. He’s still by the door, torn between bolting and… something else. And God help me, he’s just as gorgeous ashis brother. Same raw power, but steadier somehow. Brooding. Solid. Temptation coils low in my belly.
Toby lifts a brow. “So let’s stop pretending. You into her, Jack?”
Jack’s eyes meet mine. His voice is rough, husky. “Yeah. I am.”
Toby looks at me. “And you? You into him?”
My pulse pounds as I nod. “Yeah.”
Toby shrugs. “So…?”
The room stills. The air hums. Then Jack moves—decisive, sure. He pulls off his shirt in one smooth motion, muscles rippling. His jeans follow, pooling on the floor.
I lift the sheet in invitation, my heart hammering with reckless excitement.
Jack climbs in beside me.
Toby grins. “There we go. Knew you had it in you.”
Jack’s hand trembles as it brushes my shoulder, but his kiss is firm, hungry, claiming. His fingers trace my waist, and I sigh into his mouth—just as Toby’s hand slides between my thighs again.
Heat floods me. They’re both on me—two very different men, two very different energies. Jack is steady, grounding, almost reverent. Toby is playful, bold, teasing me toward laughter even as he drives me wild. Together they touch me like I’m both precious and dangerous, soft and untamed.
I’m dizzy. Lost. But lit up inside like I never have been before.
We tangle together on the bed, laughter mixing with moans. I’ve never been with two men before, and now I wonder why I ever waited. They’re everywhere at once—hands, mouths, tongues—kissing, caressing, pushing me past every boundary I thought I had.
