Mountain Desire Page 6

  But my mind kept getting snagged on Mac, on what Dr. Knowles had said. Was Mac being kind because he wanted to use me for my access to pain pills?

  I wondered that all the way home, but the idea died when I entered my apartment. It was just as I’d left it this morning, perfectly neat. Except it wasn’t as I’d left it. I doubted anyone else would notice, but my TV remote wasn’t in the little basket on the coffee table. Going to the kitchen, I saw that the magnet clip that held the carryout menu from the nearby pizza place was now over a foot to the left.

  My heart pounded, and the tips of my fingers tingled. I held my breath, listened. There was only the hum of the fridge, the air blowing from the heater vents. The front door had been locked. And yet someone had been here since this morning. I knew it. The little changes were something I couldn’t miss.

  I ran to my bedroom. The decorative pillow on the made bed was upside down, the flowers pointing toward the mattress. Just looking at it bothered me. No way would I set it that way. In my bath, the hand towels on the rack weren’t aligned.

  No.

  Bolting for the front door, I grabbed my keys, fled. I hadn’t taken off my coat or sneakers. My bag was still slung over my shoulder. I skipped the elevator and took the steps two at a time to the ground floor, then back out into the cold. Once on the sidewalk, I paused to catch my breath. I felt as if I had tachycardia and my blood pressure must be at stroke point. What was I going to do? Where should I go? There was only one place that came to mind.

  The auto shop.

  There was one thing I could think of that would make me forget about the person getting into my apartment. Two things, actually.

  Mac and Hardin.

  Actually Mac’s and Hardin’s dicks.

  I’d seen one, and I was eager to see the other—and in action. All the adrenaline of discovering someone had been in my apartment was now focused elsewhere. In a much better way.

  As I drove across town, I realized this was the moment. Twenty-five years in the making. After all the duds that had come before, I was going to get two gorgeous men to get me off.

  Before I lost my nerve, I went into the shop, cut through the empty reception area and into the service bay. A car was up on a lift. Another had the hood up. The area was clean considering all the refined motor oils.

  “Hey there,” Hardin said, walking up from the back of the bay. He was drying his hands with a rag.

  The smile on his face was indication he was pleased to see me.

  “Hi,” I replied breathlessly.

  “Mac!” Hardin shouted. “Sam’s here.”

  Mac came out of a back room, walked our way with that casual swagger of his. I remembered Dr. Knowles’s words, that Mac had been in jail for selling drugs. I doubted he was lying; it was simple enough for me to check. I questioned Dr. Knowles’s motives because they seemed petty, as if he wanted to keep me from Mac instead of protecting me from him.

  I didn’t know Mac very well, but on instinct I’d driven myself to the shop after the break-in because… why? Because I trusted them. He’d done nothing to make me think he was less than what he showed me. A gentleman, one who got on his knees in his own kitchen and ate me out. A nice guy and a bad boy in one. And Hardin? He and Mac were friends. A good guy, too. He wouldn’t run a business with Mac if he didn’t think him worthy.

  This was the kind of thing my parents had warned me about—not the actual pussy licking but falling for strange men—when I’d put my foot down and moved to Cutthroat, since I was so naive and young and clueless. A few drinks, a few kisses and I’d lost all judgment. Had I?

  But I didn’t feel afraid, worried, doubtful, cautious. I felt nothing but eagerness. I wanted Mac. I wanted Hardin. Was I making a stupid mistake? Possibly. My pussy was definitely doing the thinking for me. One Mac-induced orgasm had made me eager for another. And with Hardin here, too… I’d find out the truth, but later. After I found out what I was missing. After sex. It was a biological function I wanted to experience.

  Now.

  “Am I interrupting your work?”

  “Yes,” they both said at the same time.

  I laughed because clearly they weren’t bothered that I had. “I… um, well.”

  “Everything okay?” Hardin asked, stroking his beard. “Rough day at the hospital?”

  I blinked. “You’re asking about my day?”

  “Yeah. Your job probably has some tough moments.”

  No one had checked in on me before. Hardin’s concern made me feel good. It also made me feel like crap because it made me realize how alone I’d been.

  “Today was fine. No major issues or deaths.” He asked after my workday. I wasn’t telling them about the break-in. Not now. They’d freak and I wanted sex, not a fire drill. I wanted to forget about it, at least for a little while. I cleared my throat and pushed my glasses up. “The definition of a promise is an assurance that one will do a particular thing or that a particular something will happen.”

  Mac’s lips twitched. “And what was promised, sweetheart?”

  “Sex. Today.”

  “Not here,” Hardin said, lifting his arm to indicate the service bay.

  “Yes, I’m sure there would be a number of insurance infractions,” I said. “Is that an office back there?” I pointed to the door where Mac had been.

  “Yes,” he replied.

  “A desk will work.” I headed that way.

  Hardin laughed. “No woman should have her first time in the back of an auto shop.”

  I stopped in the doorway, took in the typical desk and file cabinets, but I zeroed in on an old leather couch. The scent of motor oil tinged the air. It wasn’t romantic, but I wasn’t one for romance. I was a realist, and this was as real as it was going to get.

  Me. Two guys. One couch.

  “A woman should have her first time anywhere she wants,” I countered.

  Hardin came into the room. His gaze raked over my face. “You’re serious.”

  I nodded.

  “Don’t you want a bed? Soft sheets? It’s probably going to hurt a little.”

  I glanced down at the front of his pants. “If your dick’s anything like Mac’s, I’m sure it will. But you were referring to the tearing of my hymen.” I waved my hand in the air. “That’s long gone.”

  Mac leaned against the open doorway. “If you’re a virgin, how’d that happen? Horseback riding?”

  I laughed. “I’ve never ridden a horse before, and during my OB/GYN rotation, that never once came up in conversation. Although I guess being in Cutthroat, it’s more of a possibility than downtown Boston.”

  Mac pushed off the doorframe and stalked over to me. He tipped his chin down to study me closely. “All right, sweetheart. Tell me how you got that pussy all ready for our dicks.”

  “I purchased a variety of sex toys.”

  Hardin tipped his head back and laughed. “You did a scientific study of masturbating?”

  I shook my head. “No, sexual gratification.”

  Mac made a funny sound in the back of his throat just before he kissed me. Long, hard. Deep. “I think your study is incomplete, don’t you?”

  I blinked a few times when he lifted his head. “Definitely. What you did this morning was exponentially better than anything I’ve ever done alone.”

  “I heard about that. I’m fucking jealous,” Hardin grumbled.

  Mac’s fingers went to the zipper on my jacket, slid it down. “Hardin, lock up. And hurry back. It’s your turn to add to the doc’s scientific research.”

  “My pleasure,” Hardin all but growled, quickly leaving the office.

  “Were you naked when you did your studies?” he asked, his fingers going to the hem of my scrub top, knuckles brushing over my belly.

  I shook my head.

  “First mistake. Naked is very important.”

  I raised my arms for him as he lifted the top over my head, baring me one piece of clothing at a time.

  “Are you guys going to
get naked, too?”

  “You want to see my dick again?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  “Mine, too?” Hardin asked as he came back into the room, shut the door behind him. His hands went to his belt buckle and, with deft fingers, opened it.

  “I want both of you, and not for research purposes. Please.”

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  MAC

  * * *

  Please.

  I loved the sound of that. She wasn’t begging. Not yet. But she would be.

  “Out of the way, fucker. It’s my turn with our girl.”

  I raised a brow at Hardin’s words and stared at Sam. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were glossy from our kiss, but it was the way her tits practically bounced from her little pants.

  Fuck me. She was wearing lavender lace today, which did nothing to hide her nipples. My dick punched against my jeans, eager to get in her. She might have played with some dildos and vibrators, Christ, but they weren’t the real deal. Unless she bought some monster fake cock, she’d never been opened up like she would be taking our dicks. We had to go slow. Get her ready.

  Beyond ready.

  “Hardin’s mad he didn’t get to lick your pussy this morning.”

  Hardin grunted and dropped down onto the couch. It had been here since the previous owner, the leather weathered and worn, but I doubted it had ever been broken in the way we were going to today.

  With my hands on her shoulders, I turned her around to face Hardin. Because he was so big and she wasn’t, his face was at the same height as her tits. He shifted forward so his mouth was inches away. He looked up at her.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  Her consent had been blatant when she told us she wanted us for sex and marched herself back to the office to get it. But being her first time, she didn’t have any idea what she was in for and I was thankful he was checking in. Her body might be eager, but that smart brain of hers might start overanalyzing and change its mind.

  “Yes.”

  I slid my fingers outward along the smooth of her shoulders, taking her bra straps with them. They slipped down her arms. She sucked in her breath, held herself still.

  I worked open the clasp at the back, and the lacy confection fell to the floor.

  “Holy fuck,” Hardin growled.

  Being so much taller, I had a great view of those glorious globes. Not too big, but definitely lush for her small frame. Her nipples hardened as we watched.

  Hardin took one into his mouth, sucked. Her hands went instantly to his hair, gripped hard.

  She gasped. He groaned. I stared, undid the button on my jeans, slid down the zipper to give my dick some room to breathe.

  He played with one breast while he licked and nipped, sucked and tugged on the other. Back and forth he went until she was writhing and moaning. Her responsiveness was the biggest fucking turn-on.

  He pulled back, glanced up at Sam. “I want to play with them some more. Later. Now you ride my face.”

  She frowned. Hardin glanced up at me and I nodded.

  Reaching around her waist, I tugged at the drawstring on her scrub pants, got them off her, held her as she toed off one sneaker, then the other.

  “Just as we thought, your panties match your bra,” I commented, taking in the way the lace covered her heart-shaped ass.

  “Take them off,” Hardin told her as he turned and leaned back, resting an elbow on the couch.

  She didn’t hesitate to work them off until she was bare.

  Hardin scratched his beard as he took her in, but only for a few seconds. With a speed a big guy like him shouldn’t have, he grabbed her hand and tugged her toward him. He fell back onto the couch so he was lying upon it. One foot was up on the seat cushion, knee bent, the other foot on the floor.

  “Hardin!” she cried as he easily maneuvered her so she straddled his chest.

  “I can feel how hot and wet your pussy is. Get it up here.”

  “Where?” she asked.

  He licked his lips, then lifted her again so she hovered over his face.

  “Here.”

  He pulled her down so he had his mouth on her.

  “Oh!” she cried, and he went to town, eating her out.

  One hand slapped on the back of the couch, and she began to writhe, moving her hips over Hardin’s face.

  I reached in, pulled my dick out and gripped the base as I watched her come. Hardin was skilled, and Sam was fucking responsive. My balls ached as I watched her tip her head back, mouth open as she cried out. Her tits thrust as her back arched.

  She was so fucking gorgeous.

  And all ours.

  When she finally quieted, Hardin settled her back onto his chest again, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “So fucking sweet. I’d say you’re ready for our dicks now.”

  She didn’t speak, only nodded.

  Hardin turned his head to look at me. “Condom.”

  We kept a box in the filing cabinet. Why? I had no idea until now. I grabbed a long strip, dropped it onto the desk, tore one off and tossed it to Hardin. He caught it midair and ripped the foil open.

  “Look what you do to Mac,” Hardin said.

  Sam’s gaze was affixed to my dick, just as it had been back in the ER. Instead of being a whole fuck-ton surprised as she had then, she was looking at it like a well-paid hooker. Like she wanted to suck it down and fuck it hard. Since she’d never done either before, I knew her expression was genuine. And if that didn’t make me blow like Old Faithful…

  “She’s seen it like this before, haven’t you, sweetheart?”

  Nodding, she looked down at Hardin. “I want to see you, too.”

  He didn’t even blink, just hoisted her up again and moved her back so she straddled his thighs. “Take it out.”

  His belt buckle was already undone, and she diligently opened his jeans. He helped by lifting his hips to push them down so his cock sprang free. I had no idea, but it seemed he didn’t like underwear either. He was hard, thick and eager for Sam. I wasn’t into his dick; I was into how Sam was going to look when she took it into her, getting that pussy opened for the first time.

  I wasn’t jealous it wasn’t going to be me. Everything we did in this office was her first time. She’d know both of our dicks, always.

  SAM

  * * *

  Oh. My. God. This was not how I imagined it. Not at all. I knew the biology of it. Arousal. Penis in vagina. Ejaculation. I envisioned missionary position. A bed. Dimmed lights. Thrusting. Grunting. Sweat.

  So far I’d done none of those things with Mac or Hardin. And I’d come twice.

  Hardin tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth. “Watch and learn how to put one on and then you can do Mac’s when it’s his turn.”

  I bit my lip, tried not to laugh.

  “What’s so funny?” Hardin asked, pausing with the condom between his fingers.

  “I never do anything normally. I mean, what woman sleeps with two men?”

  “Not many,” Mac agreed. He was standing as he had in the ER, hand at the base of his dick.

  “Exactly. And for a first time? I’m realizing I’ll never be normal.”

  “Good,” Mac said. “Normal is fucking boring.”

  “Or boring fucking,” Hardin countered, then got busy with the condom.

  I paid close attention as he unrolled it a little to make a reservoir at the tip, then set it at the crown of his massive cock. It was huge. Thicker than Mac’s, the coloring darker. I watched as he gripped the base, unrolled the prophylactic to cover it completely.

  “You said you’ve never been on a horse, but it’s time to go for a ride,” Hardin said.

  “You want me to be on top?”

  “You set the pace, take all the time you need.”

  “But—”

  “She’s thinking too much,” Mac said, and I turned to look at him. He only arched a brow, daring me to argue.

  Hardin crooked a finger. “Come here.”

  I leaned
down and kissed him. His tongue found mine and got busy. At some point he’d moved my hands to the arm of the couch. “Up,” he said.

  I frowned but did as he said. Leaning forward, my breasts were right in his face. He cupped them gently, pressed them, kneaded them and then began to play with the nipples. God, I loved his mouth, his fingers. It was like slightly painful magic.

  I forgot Mac was watching. I forgot we were in the back of an auto shop. I forgot who I was. I just felt.

  I began to shift, wanting more. Needing it.

  I gasped when I felt fingers on my pussy, stroking over the swollen flesh.

  “She’s wet. So fucking wet,” Mac murmured.

  I began to wiggle, wanting him to do something. “Please,” I begged.

  He dipped a finger inside of me, and I gasped, clenching down on it. I knew that was nothing compared to what Hardin had between his legs, but I liked it. I craved it.

  “More,” I said. “Please, oh God, it feels so good.”

  Between Mac’s finger and Hardin’s mouth, I was close to coming again.

  “Climb on that dick, sweetheart,” Mac told me. Hardin’s mouth was busy.

  I slid my knees up to the sides of Hardin’s hips, and Mac’s finger slipped from me. Lifting up, I hovered over him.

  “Good girl, now grip him. Harder. At the bottom, like that. Yes. Now work him in. Go slow.” Mac gave me instructions. I listened to his words, how carnal and dirty they were. “Look at him stretch that pussy. Fuck, that’s hot as hell. Lift back up, now down. Look how much more you got in.”

  He kept talking as I lowered myself onto Hardin’s cock. It wasn’t easy. It was nothing like the dildos I’d played with. They were tiny in comparison. It burned, the stretch, but it also felt good. He was hot and hard, so thick.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Hardin said, his breath fanning my wet nipple. “You’re killing me.”

  I looked down at him, the sweat that dotted his brow, the clenched jaw.