Page 74 of Bossy Mountain Daddies
His lips curl into a smirk. "You're not as quiet as you think."
Before I can respond, he's out of the truck, heading to pay for the gas. I watch him through the window, even more turned on knowing he was aware of what Buck was doing.
Five minutes later, they all return. To my surprise, Ford opens the back door and slides in beside me, so I'm sandwiched between him and Buck. Griff catches my eye in the rearview mirror as he starts the engine, his gaze dark and knowing.
"Better make her comfortable for the rest of the trip," he says to the men on either side of me.
Ford's hand lands on my thigh, mirroring Buck's position on my other side. "That's exactly what we had in mind."
As we pull back onto the highway, both men's hands begin to move. Buck's fingers find their way back between my legs, while Ford's hand slides under my t-shirt, traveling up to cup my breast through my bra.
"Is this okay?" Ford asks, his voice low against my ear.
I nod, unable to form words as Buck resumes his earlier rhythm, fingers curling inside me. Ford's thumb brushes over my nipple, which hardens instantly under his touch. When he pinches it lightly, I have to bite down on my fist to keep from moaning.
"Let us hear you," Buck whispers. "Griff already knows what we're doing."
That knowledge—that Griff can hear me, is watching in the mirror as his friends pleasure me—pushes me closer to the edge. Ford slips his hand beneath my bra, skin against skin now, rolling my nipple between his fingers, while he kisses my neck.Buck's pace increases, his thumb finding my clit and circling it mercilessly.
"Oh god," I gasp, unable to hold back anymore.
"That's it," Ford encourages. "Let go for us."
The dual sensations—Buck's fingers inside me, Ford's hands on my breasts—combined with Griff's eyes occasionally meeting mine in the mirror, push me over the edge. I come hard, my body jerking between them, a cry tearing from my throat.
I slump against the seat, breathless and boneless.
"Beautiful," Ford murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.
In the mirror, Griff's eyes are dark with desire. "And we haven't even reached the cabin yet," he says, his voice rough with promise.
I close my eyes, still feeling the aftershocks ripple through me. If this is just the beginning, I'm not sure I'll survive what comes next.
Ten minutes later, the cabin appears around a final bend in the road, and my breath catches. "Cabin" doesn't do it justice—it's a modern architectural marvel of glass and cedar perched on the edge of a cliff, the mountains stretching endlessly beyond it.
Griff parks the truck, and we all sit for a moment, taking in the view. After what happened in the backseat, the air between us crackles with anticipation. We're not even inside yet, and I'm already imagining all four of us tangled together on whatever luxurious bed awaits within those walls.
"Ford," I say, turning to him. "This place is incredible!"
He smiles, satisfaction evident in his eyes. "Wait until you see inside."
We grab our bags and approach the front door. Ford punches a code into the electronic lock, and we step into a space that makes me gasp.
Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the mountains like living art. A massive stone fireplace anchors one wall, while sleek,modern furniture creates intimate seating areas throughout the open floor plan. The kitchen gleams with professional-grade appliances.
"Jesus," Buck whispers beside me. "Nice place."
"Worth every penny," Ford replies, his eyes on me.
Griff sets down our bags and crosses to the windows. "Check out the view from the deck," he says, sliding open a glass door.
I follow him outside, where a hot tub sits on the edge of the wooden deck, overlooking the valley below. The mountain air is crisp and clean in my lungs, a stark contrast to the heat building inside me.
"Let me show you the bedroom," Ford says from behind me, his hand settling at the small of my back.
The master bedroom takes up the entire upper floor—a loft-like space dominated by a massive bed and more of those incredible windows. A bathroom visible through an open door reveals a sunken tub positioned to take advantage of the view.
We stand there, the four of us, no one speaking. The sexual tension from the car ride hasn't dissipated—if anything, it's intensified, condensed into this moment of shared understanding about what happens next.
