Page 222 of Mountain Men Heroes

I moved against Eeli and Dyson shifted. I twisted back to find his amber eyes on me, intense and searching.

“You okay, sweetheart?” His raspy morning voice matched Eeli's stubbled chin.

I smiled up at him. “Very okay.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my temple and then leaned his forehead against mine. “Good.”

“Very good,” I whispered.

A slow smile spread across his face, making my heart speed up.

Eeli, obviously not interested in being ignored, stroked a hand over my hair, shifting it off my shoulder. He pressed a kiss on the skin he’d bared. I let my eyes drift closed for a second, reveling in the feel of the two men holding me between them.

And suddenly a hunger stirred inside me. I pressed my bottom more deeply into Eeli’s lap, feeling his hard length press against the crack of my ass. He groaned and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in my neck. “You can’t do that, baby.”

My eyes flew open. I'd spent my life listening to the rules. I might have bent them a little, but more often than not, I went along to keep the peace. My music had always been the one reason I broke them.

Until now.

Now I listened to my heart’s urging, softly grinding my ass against Eeli until I felt his hardness grow firmer. Not wanting to leave Dyson out of it, I lifted my chin and nipped his earlobe. I followed with a soothing swipe of my tongue and began to press warm kisses against his jawline.

Dyson froze, one arm beneath me and the other locked in place over my waist, almost overlapping with Eeli's.

“Clara,” he growled in warning.

My only answer was to lean the top of my body forward, pressing my breasts against his chest. His hand moved from my waist and he dug his fingers into the hair at my temple. He used his hold to tilt my face up to his. “Clara, we should talk about this.”

But I didn’t want to talk. I was done talking. I felt like I’d waited my whole life for this moment. And I was done waiting. Every instinct in my body was pushing me to claim these men as mine in the most primal way.

“After,” I said, pushing back into Eeli as I reached up to press my lips against Dyson’s.

And that was all it took. In an instant, he was kissing me back. This was no searching, slow-building kiss like he’d given me last night. This kiss demanded I opened to him. I answered by parting my lips and giving him access to plunge his tongue inside to tease and taste and tempt.

“I hate to break this up.” Eeli’s voice came low and husky from behind me. “But Dyson is right Clara, we need to talk about this before it goes any further.”

I ripped my lips from Dyson’s, panting as I fought to catch my breath. I wriggled and twisted between the two big bodies until I maneuvered around completely. One of my legs twisted with Dyson’s legs and the other slid up, hitching over Eeli’s hip.

“I don’t want to talk anymore,” I whispered. “I’ve waited forever for you two. I didn’t realize it at first, but I see all the signs now.” I pressed a quick kiss against his lips. “I’m not giving you the chance to talk me out of this, Eeli. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than I want the two of you. I know it’s unusual. I know we have a lot to talk about. But nothing either of you says is going to keep me from wanting this. And the only thing I might regret is letting go of the opportunity we have right here and right now. I want this, I want you.”

I took his hand and guided him to caress over the seam of my pussy. He growled the second my hot girl-cum coated his lips.

Eeli’s dark eyes drilled into mine. He held my gaze for long seconds as I held my breath. His eyes shifted to look over my shoulder.

“You’re sure?” Dyson asked.

Eeli’s eyes returned to mine and I held his stare. I clasped my hand tight on Dyson’s. “I’ve never been surer of anything than I am of this.”

Eeli growled and dipped his head and captured my mouth with his. His kiss was deep and wet and I felt it from my lips and all through my body, the heat of it spreading faster than wildfire.

Dyson bent and spread kisses over my shoulder and along my neck, his teeth scraping enticingly against my skin before he used the tip of his tongue to taste.

Eeli pulled his mouth from mine and I almost cried out at the loss. He treated me to another one of his intense, searching stares as Dyson’s hand stroked down my side to settle over the slope of my hip.

“Eeli,” I demanded, desperate to have his mouth on mine again, his body pressed against me.

He flashed a quick grin before he crushed his lips against mine.

Dyson shifted behind me and as his heat moved away, I moaned in protest into Eeli’s mouth. But I didn’t have to worry. Dyson eased himself up, adjusting the pillows so he could recline against the headboard. He slid me up, pulling my mouth from Eeli’s. I almost fought against his hold at the loss, but I wanted to feel Dyson against me again as much as I wanted Eeli’s mouth.