Claimed by 3 Mountain Men (Silver Ridge Mountain Men)

12. Ben

12

BEN

I pace the length of the hallway, the wooden floors creaking beneath my boots, the sound drowned out by the howling wind and driving rain. It’s late, but sleep is the last thing on my mind. I can’t shake the image of Mac—drenched, shivering, her wet clothes molded around the curves of her body.

I stop outside her door, hesitating, my hand hovering just inches from the wood. Light seeps out from the crack beneath, a faint, warm glow.

Taking a deep breath, I knock softly, barely loud enough to be heard over the storm.

“Mac. It’s me. Ben.”

There’s a brief pause, and then I hear her voice, muffled but clear. “Come in.”

She looks up at me, her eyes wide, and for a moment, neither of us speaks.

“Ben,” she says finally, her voice soft, almost hesitant. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just… I wanted to check on you. Make sure you’re alright.”

She gives me a small smile. “I’m as good as I can be, I guess.”

I ease the door close behind me.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d still be awake this late.”

“It’s hard to sleep with everything going on. Plus, the screaming wind.”

I walk over to the window, and lean against the wall looking out. The storm outside is an ugly, dark, swirling mass of rain and wind. “It’s a hell of a night to be out there. I’m glad you came here. You’re safe.”

Mac bites her lip, the same way she always does when she’s deep in thought. “Me too.”

We stand there for a moment, neither of us quite meeting the other’s gaze, the tension between us is thick enough to choke on.

“Listen, Mac, about earlier at the lake…” She tenses at my words. Her fingers wrap tightly around the quilt. “I want to apologize for being so forward with you. I shouldn’t have?—”

“No. It’s alright.” Her faces flushes.

“Well… I’m not normally like that. It’s just with you, it feels different, like my mind can’t think right, and hell, I sound ridiculous right now.” I plop down at the end of the bed, resting my forehead on my hand. “I don’t want you to think I was just trying to get into your pants.”

She tilts her head.

“Ben. You really don’t need to feel bad about anything.”

My eyes lift to catch hers. God. She’s gorgeous. Almost too perfect, and so tempting sitting there within arm’s reach.

“Really. I…” She hesitates, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of crimson. “I mean, it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it.”

A lazy smile curls over my lips.

“You did?”

She nods slowly, then quickly looks down a bit ashamed of the admission.

“No one’s ever done that to me before.”

“Wait—really?”

She smiles shyly at me then looks away, but not before I see the hunger in her eyes.

“Mac, I?—"

“I’d never had time for anyone or intimacy I guess.” The room suddenly feels ten times smaller. “But I want it,” she whispers softly. “You made me realize how badly I want it.”

“Mac…” I groan her name like a prayer. This is wrong. All kinds of wrong.

Her eyes are like pools of dark fire in the light of the lamp, petal soft lips parted slightly. Inviting. Every fiber of my being aches for her, every cell in my body screaming for her touch. "I...I want that too."

I don’t need to be told twice. Leaning forward, I brush my lips against hers softly at first, testing the waters. Her breath hitches as she presses closer, her body melting against mine.

My hands find their way up her delicate frame, the fabric of the t-shirt covering her soft skin.

I moan into her mouth, and she responds in kind, her tongue just as eager to taste me.

She tastes like honey and sunshine, her scent tantalizing. As our tongues intertwine, I can’t remember why anything about my family or the business matters. In this moment, all I want is her.

One hand cups her breast, and I can feel her nipple harden through the fabric of her shirt. She moans into my mouth, encouraging me to do more.

I'm more than happy to oblige, my other hand slides down her stomach, seeking out the waistband of Hank’s sweatpants.

I pull away.

“So, you’ve never?”

“No.” She answers before I can get the words out of my mouth.

I groan slowly, feeling my cock strain against my jeans, fighting to be released.

“You’re sure you want this?” I ask her one last time, even though I already know the answer.

She nods, and with that, I’m lost.

Reaching up, I tug on the hem of her shirt, my eyes never leaving hers as I expose her tight abdomen. Her skin is like warm silk against my calloused fingertips, as heated as mine.

"Trust me, Mac," I whisper against her ear, my voice low and rough with desire. Her response is a shaky breath, but she arches her back, giving me better access to her neck. Pressing soft kisses against her skin.

Soon, she's a puddle in my arms, her moans spurring me on.

With shaking hands, I peel the sweatpants down her long, toned legs, realizing she has no underwear on.

I stop for a moment, drinking her in. Her perfect body is on display for me.

My lips start at her ankle, working upward in slow, deep kisses.

Her scent is intoxicating, her taste even better. My fingers move with my mouth, inching upward to her inner thigh. I dip a finger into her slowly.

“How’s that?” I ask.

“Mmm, more,” she moans, arching her hips upwards. I smile into her skin, my cock harder than it has ever been in my life.

I oblige her, adding another finger and stroking her faster.

She's so responsive, and we haven't even started yet.

I remove my shirt, revealing the hard muscles I've earned from years of chopping wood. I fall back against her, and press my mouth to hers. My fingers move back to the wet slit between her legs.

Her whimpers are like music to my ears as she comes undone in my arms.

“That’s it, baby,” I coax, adding a third finger.

"Imagine it’s me inside of you.”

Mac moans louder, clawing at the sheets above our heads, and I know she’s close again.

“That’s it, just like that,” I murmur against her ear, my voice thick with desire. “Imagine my fingers are my cock, deep inside of you.”

I pick up the pace, my thumb rubbing circles around her clit as I plunge my fingers into her wet heat.

“Oh god, Ben, I’m gonna-” she pants out, her entire body tensing up.

I can feel her tighten around my fingers as she comes apart in my arms, her nails digging into my back.

"That was just the beginning," I whisper in her ear. Mac’s breath hitches as I leave a trail of kisses down her neck to her chest, her hands clutch at my hair.

Suddenly, the door bursts open with a loud creak, throwing a strip of dim light into the room.

We break apart, and I turn to see Hank standing in the doorway, his eyes are wide with shock and something else.

“Ben?” His voice is low, and dangerous, cutting through the haze of the moment.

I step back, my heart pounding, trying to find the words, but nothing comes. The look in Hank’s eyes says it all—he saw everything.

Mac's eyes flutter open lazily, disoriented as she awakens from her post-orgasmic haze. She gasps when she sees him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heart pounding in her ears like a drum. Her gaze darts between the two of us, our faces are a mix of shock and desire. She tries to cover herself with the damp bed sheet she'd been lying on before, but it slips from her fingers.

I watch as Hank takes in the scene, his eyes roaming over every inch of Mac's exposed body with an intensity that makes something stir deep inside her. She shivers at being the focus of our lustful gazes.

"What... what are you doing here?" she manages to ask, her voice barely above a whisper. She lifts herself up on one elbow and glances nervously between us, most likely wondering what we will say or do next.

I’m wondering the same thing about Hank. Will he be angry? Disgusted? Jealous?

Hank steps further into the room, his boots thudding against the wooden floorboards as he closes the door behind him. He too is breathing heavily, his muscles taut under his clothes. His hungry gaze returns to Mac's body, tracing the curves and dips of her skin with his eyes.

“What the hell is going on here?” Hank demands, his gaze flicking between us, his expression hardening with each passing second.

I see it then.

Hank struggles to catch his breath as he looks down at her, completely addicted to her sweet body and the sounds she made.

“Fucking knock, you shit,” I say, moving away from Mac.

“The door was open,” he’s a shitty liar and I can’t help but wonder how long he’d be standing there.

“Is that so?” I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Hank crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the doorframe, his eyes never leaving her naked body under the sheet. “If you two are done...”

Mac quickly sits up and tucks her legs underneath her, pulling the sheet tighter around her trembling frame. “I’ll uh... I’ll just...go to the bathroom,” she stutters.

Hank narrows his eyes, “Where do you think you’re going?”

She freezes.

Hank wants to share her. I know what he’s planning. It’s not the first time all three of us have wanted the same girl, though we’ve never actually done it.

That’s the thing about being identical triplets. You come into the world together and sharing is no problem.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Hank practically growls.

“B-But,” Mac stammers.

“No buts, baby. You’re staying right here...” Hank pauses, his eyes drifting to my erection tenting out my jeans. He smirks, “... with both of us.”