Page 30 of Mountain Men’s Nanny

Gunner didn’t ask any questions. He lay down next to me. We were both out of breath, but didn’t want to stop.

I straddled him, turning my back to him, and was face-to-face with my reflection again. I slowly lowered myself onto his erection, taking him into me, rolling my hips back and forth. Gunner unclasped my bra from the back, cupping my breasts and squeezing with need. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, pinching and pulling them to their full hardness until I squealed.

I leaned forward, feeling my ass cheeks spread. His hands moved instinctively, spreading my cheeks further and running his finger over my stuffed pussy from behind. Then, with his finger covered in a mixture of our juices, he slipped it over my tightest hole, rubbing the rim before plunging his thumb into me.

“Oh, God, Gunner.” I felt a fullness like none I had ever felt before.

He flexed his finger with every roll of my hips, helping me ride my way to another wet, blinding orgasm. My thighs burned with the effort of holding my weight. I held onto his legs as mine gave out, settling fully on his hard dick, still trembling.

I kneeled over him and tried to steady myself for another ride. Gunner maneuvered under me, angling himself, then with a slow, steady thrust, he pushed his dick into my ass. At first, just the head of his cock pushed through. He thrust up slowly, working more and more of himself into me, until he was fucking me with his entire length.

I relaxed, feeling him stretch me like only he could. He groaned and gripped my waist tightly, lifting me slightly while he thrust into me again.

I spread my legs and watched the entire scene play out in the mirror, my pussy clenching with every thrust of Gunner’s hard dick into my tight ass.

I trembled and whimpered every time, my body tensing and clamping onto him in pleasure I had never felt. The more he fucked me, the more receptive my hole became. The pressure was dizzying; the view irresistible. I fought the urge to close my eyes and watched. I stroked my hand over my pussy, rubbing my clit to the rhythm he set. I could feel myself nearing an orgasm more intense than any other. My breath caught in my chest as Gunner thrust faster, deeper, never pulling out fully. I shuddered, whispering helplessly as the juice flowed from my pussy onto his lap. It was more than Gunner could take. He held me steady, slamming faster into me. There was no method, just lust driving him now, my cheeks slapping together to accompany his efforts. And then I felt him spasm. He held me tightly, his dick jerking on its own, pumping warm cum into me from behind.

I lay down next to him, both of us breathing heavily as we stared up at the ceiling. For the first time since I met him, Gunner was speechless. I turned my head to see him smiling at me. I smiled back, and he leaned in to kiss me tenderly on the lips. We soaked up the afterglow in a breathless, twitching silence. The house didn’t stir.

The cool air covered our bodies, reminding me just what time of year it was. But I couldn’t move, couldn’t will myself to put my clothes on until I heard little footsteps running up the stairs.

“Brie! Where are you?” Lexi shouted. “You have to see this.”

15

Bitter Revelations

~

Tobias

I followed Lexi back into the house with a lot less enthusiasm. While she was excited about the snow, I worried about the roof. I wondered if the preparations we had made were enough. I needed to know just how long the snow would fall, and whether we’d make it to the other side of winter in one piece.

“Brie! Where are you?” Lexi shouted ahead of me. “You have to see this.”

Moments later, she emerged at the top of the stairs. Her hair was tousled, her face flushed, and she wiped her hands nervously on her pants. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on even before Gunner emerged, smirking like the cat that had gotten the cream. I wasn’t the only one who was quietly piecing together the story of what happened while we were outside. Gideon stood wordlessly behind me for a while before heading upstairs without a word to anyone and went to his room.

If I didn’t care about Brie, it wouldn’t have mattered. But even though I denied it, even to myself, I did. I wanted her all to myself. I wanted her to want only me, and I had not felt that way about a woman in a long time.

Lexi’s mother had been the love of my life for so long that these feelings felt like a betrayal of everything we had together. But I could only lie to myself so much.

There was no going back to that. Even the memories had stopped haunting me. And being confronted with Brie in this way shook something loose. I was terrified I was losing her somehow and knew what this feeling was.

How could I tell her without ripping open the wounds I had come here to bind? How could I trust someone like her with the most tender parts of myself?

Brie pursed her lips and walked past me toward the kitchen without a word to acknowledge any of it.

“I’ll get started on dinner,” she said to no one in particular.

I couldn’t help myself and followed her. I clenched my fists, struggling to hold myself together. How did a man even handle something like this? How was I supposed to care about someone who let three men have their turn with her all under one roof?

“What the fuck, Brie?” I hissed.

It wasn’t what I wanted to say, but when I saw her face—unashamed and just getting on with dinner preparations—the question burst out of me.

“What?” Brie asked, grabbing the chopping board from the top shelf.

I worked on my breathing. I took slow, steady breaths, pressing my hand against the countertop in case my knees buckled from the rage whirling inside me.