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A few more strokes of them buried deep in me and my ass clamps down on Linc’s cock, and Grant grunts when the walls of my pussy do the same.
“Spread those legs, baby. Let Grant see you come for us.” Linc groans gruffly in my ear.
I cry out with pleasure and whimper when they pick up speed. Cain reaches between us and the second his finger finds my swollen pleasure nub, I tumble into my second orgasm, knowing it won’t be my last. My whole body shakes and trembles with the power of my release, and my men are there to hold me and keep me safe in their powerful arms.
Linc’s throbbing cock is the first to shoot off, and I clamp around him, rocking my hips, taking all of him for myself. He’s right. They all are. I’m greedy with what is mine.
Grant throws his head back, shouting his own release, slowly coming to a stop.
God, I love it when they take me like they’re starving men. I relax into Linc’s arms and just lie there for a second trying to figure out what planet I’m on when the front door crashes in and a loud rumbling roar rocks the inside of the cabin. At first, all I can do is gasp at the sight of a huge brown bear lumbering through the door.
“Oh shit!” Linc has me off his lap and the three of them form a wall of protective muscle in front of me in less than three seconds. I swear once a Marine, right?
Well, I wish I could say I know what happens next but the truth of the matter is it all happens so fast.
Linc dives for an oar hanging on the wall over the couch. Grant growls and waves his hands around like some lunatic while Cain shuffles a chair toward the massive animal.
He rears up on his hind legs and that’s when I see it. Jam. It’s all over the porch and sticking to paws big enough to give anyone a permanent facial.
Holy shit.
The men start to push the animal out the door but the bear isn’t having it. Not when he smells fresh jam. On me.
Oh shit times two.
The nine-hundred-pound animal smashes into the kitchen table and it’s only a matter of time before he reaches me.
I go to launch myself over the couch, but a pair of arms stop me cold. “Woman, what have we talked about? We protect you. Now stay behind us and no arguing.”
“I know but it’s not my fault you took out the jam and used me like a piece of bread for dessert between the three of you.”
They don’t hear me because all three are working as a team to corral the animal back out the door. Cain catches the bear’s attention by throwing the open jar outside while Linc shuffles me to the back of the living room and away from danger.
“Thank fuck,” Cain gruffs out, looking a little white in the face. “Who left the door open anyway?”
Grant levels his gaze on Linc. “The same dumbass who left jars of jelly on the front porch. Open, might I add.”
Linc scrapes a hand over his face. “Shit, I got distracted. And I was just being prepared.” He holds me against his body and presses a kiss to the top of my head.
He sits and my heart is still racing as he pulls me onto his lap. His hold is just a little too tight, but I don’t say anything, loving how protective my alpha man is over me. “I almost died seeing you in danger.”
“Fuck, we all did. My heart nearly gave out.” Grant’s expression is pinched with worry.
“If we lost you it would be the end of us.” Linc presses his forehead against mine and strokes my hair gently.
Grant and Cain join us after securing the door and the secondary door they installed to prevent just that from happening.
“Lost me? It’s going to take more than a little ol’ bear for that,” I tease, pulling back, lightening the mood. The look of horror on Linc’s face has my head falling back and me howling with laughter.
All three men’s brows are pinched tight. “What’s so funny?” Cain asks.
“You three. Okay, so a bearisa big deal, but seeing you three turn into Rambowhilenaked…” I cock a half grin andtsk. “Let’s just say the sight was something to behold.”
All three men stand and pass me around, kissing me senseless until I end up in Grant’s strong arms.
He taps the end of my nose with his finger. “I swear tomorrow morning I’m installing ten-foot fences around the yard to protect the babies and you.”
I can already see Grant’s mind at work with the mental blueprint. I take his face between my palms. “Not tonight, nor tomorrow. You can go Robo-Daddy after Sunday. I want all your focus on finding a creative way of using the last jar of jam on me.” I point at one out on the porch that miraculously survived tonight’s funfest.
