Mountain Delights Read online

  “It’s fine. I’ve fallen harder skiing than he can hit.”

  He didn’t seem reassured by that statement because his jaw clenched.

  “You think he killed Erin?” I asked, looking to Lucas. God, I’d let a murderer into the house? I’d been working beside one for years? I felt nauseated at the thought that I’d been in danger. “God, is it my fault they met? I was the reason he was at that mud run.”

  “Don’t think that, doll. I’m the one who told her about the event. None of this is your fault. These are the detectives on the case. Nix and Miranski,” Lucas said. They nodded my way as greeting.

  “Do you need an ambulance?” Miranski asked.

  I put my hand to my cheek. It was sore, but that was it. “No, it’s fine. All I need is a little ice.”

  “His fingerprints were found at Erin’s. Miranski shared his name with us while you were meeting with him. It’s possible he did it,” Lucas added.

  “He said he was in Canada,” I said, repeating Mark’s words.

  Lucas shrugged. “Maybe all he did was have a fling with Erin and that’s how his prints are there. He certainly has the hair trigger for the crime though.” His gaze lowered to my cheek.

  I’d heard they didn’t think it was pre-meditated, but a crime of passion, of the heat of the moment. I wouldn’t put it past Mark, now that I saw the real man. But if he really had been in Canada…

  “We’ll get to the bottom of it. When you’re ready, come to the station and give a statement,” Miranski said. “I assume you’ll press charges?”

  “She will,” Cy said for me, his voice and tone I recognized as meaning there was going to be no sway.

  I nodded. I wasn’t letting Mark get away with what he’d done. I might have quit, but he would go on to someone else, and I wasn’t going to let him hit anyone else. “I don’t like a bully.”

  Both Miranski and Nix nodded, then Nix slapped Lucas on the shoulder. “We’ll get justice for Erin.”

  Lucas nodded and the detectives walked out the door, closing it behind them.

  Lucas and Cy moved to stand in front of me, touching me, as if they couldn’t get enough.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, needing them to know how I felt. “I was wrong… it wasn’t just fun.”

  “Shh,” Cy said. “Everything’s going to be fine. We’ll talk about it later. Let’s get out of here.”

  “Yeah, I can’t be here right now, not knowing what he did,” Lucas added.

  He walked off to the kitchen, opened the freezer and pulled out a bag of frozen peas, then pulled a dishcloth from the oven door.

  “Here.”

  “I’m sorry I stormed off yesterday,” I said, putting the cloth covered bag to my cheek. I winced at the coldness. “I was wrong, and I want you to know how I feel. How I really feel.”

  Mark’s break from insanity made me realize what I had with Lucas and Cy. How I’d been silly to push them away. Selfish. I’d been afraid to fall in love because it would hurt to have my heart broken. But pulling away from them, denying what I felt for them, what we shared, was even worse. I wasn’t the only one with issues.

  Lucas had tons. PTSD that gave him nightmares, or worse. Parents who were mean and potentially insane. A sister who’d been killed and a murderer on the loose. He needed me, and I’d pushed him away.

  And Cy? His dad had abandoned him and it still affected him. He had epic trust issues, but he’d let me in, opened up to me in a way I figured he hadn’t with anyone else. He was close with Lucas, but they were best friends. What Cy and I shared ran deeper. So much deeper. Why had I made him face his dad? If he wanted to avoid the guy who’d left him and his mom, and who’d so callously admitted to killing Erin, then that was fine with me. I should have understood, supported him, not tossed a butt plug at him and stormed off.

  Now though, I wasn’t keeping my distance. No longer. I was done running.

  Lucas pulled me into his arms. “How do you feel about us, besides wanting to shove a plug up Cy’s ass?”

  I rolled my eyes at that because he seemed to be having similar thoughts as me. “I…” I swallowed, licked my lips and met Lucas’ pale gaze. “I love you. From the very beginning, I think. From that first mud puddle. And you”—I turned to look at Cy—“since the skunk.”

  He grinned, the usually morose and serious guy appearing pleased. “Sweetheart, it was love at first skunk for me, too.”

  I smiled at that, remembering how awful it had been, how he’d taken care of me through it all. Leaning down, he gently kissed me. I felt the brush of his beard and wanted it elsewhere on my body.

  But my sexy-times thoughts faded when he said, “I went to see my dad.”

  “You did?” I blinked back tears, thinking of him facing the man who’d caused him so much pain.

  “Yeah. He didn’t give me any answers, but maybe I wasn’t really looking for any. I think I expected the guy from when I was nine to open the door. He’s not the same man. I’m not that kid. I’ve moved on and he’s now in my past where he left himself.”

  I didn’t think it was that simple, or that he was completely over it, but he seemed content in his words. For now, that would have to do. I’d be there if it bothered him. It was my job to support my men.

  Lucas pulled me in for a kiss. “You know I paid off your planned partner for the mud run so I could have you to myself.”

  I stared at him, remembering the first time I saw him when he’d introduced himself as my racing partner. Gym shorts and a T-shirt with his non-profit’s logo across the chest. He was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

  I’d thought I was to be paired with a Jamaican marathon runner, but one look at Lucas and I’d known he wasn’t Jamaican, nor a serious runner. But I hadn’t complained, not one bit. Not then, or a few hours later when he was soaping the mud from my body or after that when he made me come until I forgot everything but his name.

  “You did?”

  He nodded. “I put the Mills fortune to use paying him off.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “Money well spent, in my opinion.” God, he was everything. Cy, too, and that was scary.

  “I’m afraid of being in love,” I admitted, lowering the bag from my cheek. “I can’t talk with frozen peas on my face.”

  Cy took them from me, stepped close and gently held them against my cheek. “You love us?” he asked, his dark gaze roving over my face as if looking for any doubt.

  I nodded and the bag of peas rustled. “But I’m scared of what can happen. Of getting hurt again. I love skiing; it’s my life, but one awful wipeout and it’s over for me. I’m lost without it, or I have been. Until you. I want you both in my life, but I don’t want you to be my life. And then, what if you drop me? What if I fall? That’s why I pushed you guys away, why I tried to keep it casual. I can survive another knee injury, but my heart—”

  “We won’t let you fall,” Lucas shared. “Your heart’s safe with us, doll.”

  “Your ass, though, might get spanked though.”

  At Cy’s warning, I couldn’t help but grin. “Promise?”

  “Hell, yeah. Now can we go to the ranch?” Cy asked. “I’ve got plans for you… and that ass.”

  “I don’t want to stay here, not after what happened,” Lucas agreed.

  “Definitely, the ranch,” I added. I wasn’t too thrilled to stay in Lucas’ house, not after what Mark had done and not after climbing out the bathroom window. Even though Lucas and Cy would be with me, it was still too fresh. I was still running high on the adrenaline.

  “Good,” Lucas added. “Let’s go. We both have plans for you.”

  “As long as those plans include you two taking me together, then I’m game.”

  14

  CY

  * * *

  We left Lucas’ truck at his house and rode in mine to the ranch. With Hailey’s still at Mac’s garage, there was no way she was getting away again. Not that I’d keep her like a creep, but for once, I was actually happy to
be staying at the ranch. Avoiding people. Avoiding the world. But this time, not alone.

  Lucas and I had the woman of our dreams and we weren’t letting her go. In fact, we were going to show her how much we loved her. Words were one thing, but actions were another. Especially what we had planned.

  Hailey’d sat between us and it had been pretty fucking hard not to put my hands on her. But the bag of peas she held to her face was a reminder it wasn’t time to get down and dirty.

  We’d ensure she was okay, that she wasn’t in any pain, then we’d take her, and claim her.

  When we got through the front door, she dropped the bag on the floor and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down for a kiss, I held off.

  My dick wasn’t happy, but she’d been slapped around. It could wait. We had all the time in the world.

  “You okay, sweetheart? Headache?”

  She bit her lip, her gaze raking over my face as if it had been months and not a day since she’d had me last.

  “I’ll be fine if you fuck me.”

  I glanced at Lucas, who shook his head and grinned.

  I took a deep breath, let it out. Ah, the sass on Hailey. I loved it. I loved her.

  “Who decides if you get fucked?”

  She pursed her lips. “You guys do.”

  I ran my hand over my beard, considered. “That’s right. Maybe we’ll sit on the couch, pull out our dicks and rub one out while we watch you play with your pussy.”

  Her mouth fell open. “You want to watch each other masturbate?”

  “If it keeps your head from hurting.”

  She cocked her head to the side, then glanced down at the front of my pants. “No way you want to use your hand when you have me to fuck.”

  I groaned, then ran my hand down my face. This time, it was because she was right, because she was so fucking in my face about it all.

  “You’re itching for a spanking, aren’t you?”

  She shook her head slowly. “Nope, I’m hoping to get fucked.”

  Lucas came up to her. “Jesus, doll. You sure?”

  She looked between us, nodded.

  That was all it took. Lucas beat me to it, bending down and tossing her over his shoulder. I followed him into my bedroom, watched as he tossed her onto the bed.

  “If you like those clothes, get them off, otherwise they’re going to be ruined,” I told her, tugging the tails of my shirt from my jeans. I went over to the bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled out the small bottle of lube, tossed it on the bed.

  She paused kicking off her shoes as she stared at it, then moved even faster.

  Yeah, she wanted it.

  She was naked and kneeling on the bed before us before I even unbuckled my belt. I paused and just stared.

  “How are we going to do this?” Lucas asked me.

  I took in Hailey’s upturned breasts, the plump nipples hardening as we watched. Her breathing was ragged and they lifted with each quick intake. With her knees parted, we could see the slick folds of her pussy, eager and plump and ready.

  “Gotta get her nice and ready to take us together. You want that, sweetheart? Me in your ass, Lucas in your pussy?”

  She looked between us, nodded, her hair sliding long over her shoulders and down her back.

  “Then we’ve got to get you nice and ready.”

  “I’m ready,” she said, sliding a hand between her thighs. “See?” She lifted it, showed that she was wet.

  Lucas swore.

  “What day is today?”

  She frowned, confused. “Tuesday.”

  I glanced at Lucas. “She’s not ready. She can still think.”

  Lucas grinned, stepped close and kissed her. “If you can remember more than your name, you’re not ready. Don’t worry, we’ll get you there.”

  He pushed her down on the bed, climbed over her, keeping their mouths locked together. He played with her breasts, licked down her neck, took her nipples one after the other into his mouth. I watched him work her up as I stripped. As he settled between her thighs and got his mouth on that sweet pussy, I began to stroke my dick, gripping the base and working it, not going fast enough to come, but enough to hold me over until I had my turn.

  Lucas could make her come like this, and we weren’t in the mood to tease. He’d get her off so we could move on to getting her between us.

  She needed to be mindless, wild with her need to get our dicks in her. Only then would she be able to take both of us at the same time. We were both big and it wouldn’t be easy if she weren’t aroused enough. Mindless.

  “Lucas!” she cried, her fingers tugging at his hair.

  I was going to come, just watching her get eaten out. The way she writhed, the way her head was tossed back. The look on her face as she came, the sounds she made, the way her skin flushed a gorgeous pink.

  Fuck… I squeezed the base of my dick.

  Lucas lifted his head, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

  “What day is it?” he asked.

  “Huh?” Hailey asked, not opening her eyes.

  He pushed himself up, started working off his pants. He tipped his head to the side, indicating it was my turn.

  “Hands and knees, sweetheart.”

  She didn’t move, so I grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed then helped her roll over. Lifting her up, I slid the pillow beneath her hips. Ass up, head down, she looked gorgeous. She turned her head, blinked her eyes open.

  “You still want us in you at the same time?” I ran my palm over her perfect ass, caressed the silky skin. I couldn’t wait to get my dick inside as I held on, watched every inch of it disappear.

  “Yes,” she replied, the one word soft and almost slurred.

  Lucas had done a good job getting our girl warmed up.

  I grabbed the lube, flipped open the top. With one hand, I parted her ass so the slick liquid dribbled down onto her virgin opening. I watched it tighten at the contact.

  After setting the bottle on the bed, I slid my fingers over her folds, played with her pussy. I knew she was sensitive from Lucas’ mouth, and I could get her to come again pretty fast. Her clit was a hard little pearl just aching for more love.

  It would get it, but I’d get her ass ready at the same time.

  With a finger at her back entrance, I worked the lube in, then the tip of my finger. The way she writhed on the pillow as I played with her pussy with one hand, her ass with the other, she liked it. A lot.

  It didn’t take long to get my finger all the way up in her, then I began to fuck both her holes, ensuring that my thumb worked her clit, getting her off not once, but twice like this.

  “Cy!” she screamed, gripping the quilt as if she might fly away.

  “She’s ready,” I said to Lucas.

  He moved to sit on the side of the bed, feet on the floor. I lifted a limp, sweaty Hailey onto his lap so she straddled him.

  “Knee okay?” he asked, stroking her hair back from her face. I could see why he liked to braid it, but I wasn’t taking the time now to put it up.

  “Yeah,” she whispered.

  He kissed her, then lifted her up, got her in position over his dick, then lowered her down. I grabbed the lube and coated my hand, then spread it all over my dick as I watched.

  He took her slow, let her get used to having him in her. Then he kissed her, pulled her down so he was on his back, Hailey lying on his chest.

  With her knees spread wide around Lucas, I couldn’t miss the way her little asshole winked at me, almost begging me to get inside.

  Slick and ready, I tapped Lucas’ ankle with my foot and he spread his legs wider, making room for me. Setting one hand on the bed at Hailey’s hip, I gripped my dick, pressed it against her entrance.

  Carefully, slowly, I worked it into her, easing up, then pressing more until she sighed. All at once, the head popped in. I couldn’t help the groan at the tight, hot feel.

  Hailey moaned and wiggled her hips, but didn’t stop me.

&n
bsp; I began to take her more, going deeper, inch by inch until we were both balls deep.

  “You’re perfect, Hailey,” I said, leaning down so I could murmur in her ear.

  “I love you both,” she replied. “Now fuck me.”

  Ah, that growl, that sass.

  I let my hand fall onto her ass, to give it a light swat. She clenched down, and Lucas and I both groaned. I gave up on anything but the feel of her.

  Hailey came on a wail, her body stiffening, clenching and all but milking the cum from our balls. I wasn’t going to last. What man could survive Hailey’s gorgeous body?

  It didn’t take long for Lucas to come, and I followed soon after, buried deep. Emptying ourselves. Marking her. Making her ours.

  But this hadn’t been necessary to prove that. She’d always been mine. Always been Lucas’. We’d just been waiting for her.

  We had her and we were never letting her go.

  Epilogue

  HAILEY

  * * *

  It had been two days since the confrontation with Mark. Lucas and I were making dinner in the kitchen. I’d told him about my idea of leading some vet groups on ski trips, adding to his offerings. I wasn’t a counselor and knew nothing about how to help anyone with any kind of psychological care, but I could ski. I could be the guide and ensure everyone was safe and had fun.

  He’d loved the idea and Cy had agreed it would be a great addition. Lucas and I had gone to the office, had phone conferences with the contracted psychologists, and plans for adding ski activities to the winter schedule were taking shape.

  My life was taking a different direction, but I was excited. It held promise. Hope, and not just for me. I’d be helping others and doing it with the men I loved. It was real now, and it felt amazing. Fun. And by fun I meant falling more and more in love.

  Cy came in from doing chores in the stable. He didn’t give me the usual kiss I’d been expecting. When I turned to face him, I froze.

  “What’s the matter?”

  He looked like the Cy I’d first met, the rifle-toting, angry man who’d thought I was a hooker. Lucas lifted his head from the inside of the fridge, slammed it shut.