Claimed by 3 Mountain Men (Silver Ridge Mountain Men)

24. Mac

24

MAC

I blink, waking up slowly. The heavy warmth of sleep still clings to my limbs. The sheets are tangled around me, cool against my skin, and for a moment, I just lie there, staring up at the wooden beams on the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything that’s happened.

I’m in JT’s bed.

I sit up slowly, my muscles stiff.

But now, in the quiet morning light, it all feels distant, like something from another world.

What now?

I look around the room, at the rough-hewn furniture, the heavy wooden wardrobe, the scent of pine and something that’s just him lingering in the air. I’ve spent so much time fighting for what I believed in, fighting to protect this land, this forest, and these animals. But now that it’s over, I’m not sure where I belong.

The logical part of me knows I should head back to the conservatory. I’ve done my job here. I’ve gotten the footage, and the evidence. The lynxes are safe, the poachers are in custody. My work here is done.

But something holds me in place.

I stand, moving slowly around the room, my fingers brushing over the surface of the wooden dresser. It feels strange, being in this space that’s so distinctly them.

With a heavy sigh, I gather my things from the chair by the bed—my clothes, my gear, the few belongings I’ve brought with me. It’s not much. I pack quickly, methodically, my heart sinking a little more with each item I tuck into my bag.

This is it. It’s time to go.

I sling the bag over my shoulder, glancing one last time around the room, the weight of what I’m leaving behind pressing down on me. I’m not sure what I expected, but there’s an emptiness in my chest that I can’t ignore.

It’s gnawing at my heart, chewing at it.

Taking a deep breath, I head for the door. My hand hesitates on the handle for just a moment, but then I turn it and step out into the hallway, my boots echo softly against the wooden floor. The lodge is quiet, the kind of quiet that comes after a storm, and I feel like an intruder in this place that’s become so familiar but is still not mine.

As I make my way toward the front door, my heart heavy with uncertainty, I hear footsteps behind me. I turn to find Ben, Hank, and JT standing there, their eyes trained on me.

“Going somewhere?” Ben asks, his voice soft but steady, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

I swallow hard, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest. “I was just… I figured it was time for me to go.”

Hank crosses his arms over his chest, his expression serious but not unkind. “You think you can just walk out of here without saying goodbye?”

I hesitate, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag. “I didn’t want to make it harder than it already is.”

JT steps forward, his eyes never leaving mine. There’s something raw in his expression, something that makes my throat tighten. “Mac, you don’t have to leave. Not like this.”

I blink, caught off guard by the intensity in his voice. “I—what am I supposed to do? I’ve got a job. Responsibilities. I can’t just stay here.”

Ben steps closer, his gaze soft but steady. “We know you’ve got a life outside of all this, but that doesn’t mean you have to disappear.”

Hank nods, his voice low and thoughtful. “You’ve done a hell of a lot for us, for this land. We’re not letting you just walk away without knowing where we all stand.”

I feel my pulse quicken, my heart caught somewhere between the fear of staying and the fear of leaving. I open my mouth to speak, but the words catch in my throat.

JT takes another step forward, his voice quieter now, but filled with something I can’t quite name. “Mac, we need you here. I need you here.”

My breath hitches at his words, my chest tightening. I glance between the three of them, my mind spinning with a thousand thoughts and questions.

“I—” I start, but the words die on my lips.

JT closes the distance between us, his hand reaching out to gently touch my arm.

“Mac, we… we know this is sudden. We know it’s a lot. But…” He trails off, and I can see the nerves flickering in his eyes, the vulnerability that matches my own. “We want you to stay. We want to see where this goes. All of us.”.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” I manage, my voice a little more than a whisper.

“How about yes?” Ben says with a soft smile. Their eyes are on me, waiting, and for the first time in my life, I don’t have a plan. I don’t have a roadmap or an escape route. All I have is my heart, and it’s pounding in my chest.

And for the first time, I realize that maybe, just maybe, this is where I belong.

“The truth is Mac, we’re more than just fond of you…”

“We’re…” Hank trails off, his cheeks flushing a deep red.

I swallow hard, my heart racing in my chest. I can’t believe what I am about to say, the weight of the words, and the weight of this decision. The logical part of my brain screams at me to walk away, to go back to my life, but my heart… My heart is an entirely different story.

“What he’s trying to say is that we’ve fallen in love with you, Mac,” Ben admits for them all.

I blink, my heart pounds like a wild animal in my chest. I never thought I'd hear those words from him, let alone from all three of them. They're like the three sides of a whole, and I've fallen for each of them

“I... I feel the same way,” I say, my voice shaking with emotion. “I—love you all too.”

The tension in the air dissipates, and they all exhale in relief. They share a look between them, and then JT nods. “So, does that mean you’ll stay?”

I take a deep breath, my chest expanding with hope and fear and something else I can’t quite name. “I—I want to,” I say, and it's the truest thing I've ever said.

JT is the first to move. In two long strides, he's in front of me, pulling me into his arms. His scent, the scent of pine and earth and him , envelops me, and I breathe it in, committing it to memory.

Hank and Ben are not far behind, each wrap an arm around me, forming a tight circle of warmth and connection. We stay like that for a long moment, just the four of us, the weight of our confessions settling into our bones.

Finally, JT pulls back, his eyes shining with emotion.

Before I can even think about the ramifications, the logistics, or the realities of what life with the three of them might look like, his mouth finds mine. Warm and delicious.

“I take it that’s a yes?” Ben teases, nudging me playfully as Hank chuckles.

I duck my head, my cheeks flushing. “Yeah,” I manage, my voice rough with emotion. “It’s a yes.”

Hank and Ben flank me on either side, their heat searing into my skin as they step closer, their chests press against my back. Hank's strong hands settle on my hips, his fingers flex into the fabric of my jeans, while Ben's fingers tangle in my hair, angling my head for his kiss.

I gasp at the sensation, at the thrill of being desired by all three of them, and the knowledge that they are mine. Mine to love and have. Hank's lips are demanding, insistent, his tongue dancing with mine with the confidence of a man who knows exactly what he wants.

“We’re going to take good care of you, Mac,” JT whispers against my lips, his words hot and possessive as he trails kisses down my neck.

“That’s a promise,” Hank growls in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin, sending goosebumps down my spine.

Ben's hands leave my hair, and make their way down my body, tracing the curves of my figure.

J.T. breaks away first, but only long enough to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jawline, his hands find their way to the buttons of my shirt, deftly undoing them one by one.

“Step aside, JT,” Ben growls, “You’ve been far too greedy.”

“You’re lucky I’m in a mood to share.”

They chuckle, their banter laced with a thread of arousal that only serves to stoke the fire inside me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” J.T. mutters against my skin, his hands roaming higher, cupping my breasts through my shirt, his thumbs brushing my aching nipples.

I gasp, my head falling back as Ben claims my mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue delves deep, sampling the remnants of JT's taste on my lips.

Hank doesn't say a word, but his actions speak for themselves. His hands slide over my jeans and down my thighs, they reach for the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. My bra follows, and suddenly, I'm naked, my curves bared to the elements.

“You’re gorgeous,” J.T. breathes his voice hushed.

“You’re so wet for us, baby,” Hank growls, his lips a breath away from my ear.

Hank and Ben each stand on either side of me, their mouths move down my neck, to my shoulders, and lower still as their fingers slide further down, each of them taking turns rubbing my aching pussy. Each of their mouths finds my breasts.

I luxuriate in the velvet heat of their tongues lapping at my nipple, and the roughness of Ben's stubble as he teases the other. Their hands tangling in my hair; twisting, tugging, reinforcing their control, makes my toes curl and cry out for more.

“You’re ours now, Mac,” Hank growls, his voice low, “All of you, only for us.”

I gasp, my hands holding on for dear life as they worship my body.

“Oh, God, I…” I whimper, desperate to have them fill me.

“We can take care of that.” Ben smirks, reading my mind. He nudges my thighs apart with his knee, and I obediently spread my legs for him; for them . They have me writhing, gasping for more, begging for release.

Hank drops down as Ben holds me up.

Hank’s mouth, hot and wet, teases me, pressing kisses along my inner thigh, driving me wild.

“Jesus,” JT curses, his voice hoarse. “The things I want to do to you, Mac, the things I want to make you feel…”

“You’ll have your turn,” Hank growls, his words muffled against my core. They’re using me to get to one another. “She tastes so good.” His tongue swirls around my clit, slowly, leisurely, teasing me. JT tilts his chin back, undoing his belt buckle, so his jeans fall away.

His cock, hard and demanding, juts out, throbbing for me.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my thighs tremble as Hank’s lips close around my swollen clit.

“I want to taste her too,” JT mutters, his voice thick with lust.

“After me.”

“You have to wait, JT,” Ben says flatly.

They share a heated look over my body, and for a moment, I think they might argue, but then J.T. nods. “I’ll wait."

His hands are in my hair, angling my head so I can see. The visual of him stroking himself, his hips thrusting forward, coupled with the sensation of Hank's tongue on my core, and Ben’s length nudging against my opening, has me teetering on the edge.

“Oh, God, please.”

“Please what, baby girl?” Ben growls in my ear.

“I…I…” but words fail me as Hank's tongue flicks against my clit again, and I explode, my back arching, my eyes slamming shut as wave after wave of pleasure ricochets through me. And at that moment, Ben thrusts into me, falling back onto the bed with me on top, fucking me hard from under him.

“You’re so tight,” Ben grunts, his hips slamming into mine.

My pussy spasms around Ben's cock, and Hank presents his thick hard shaft, identical to his brothers in front of my mouth. On instinct, I lean forward to grasp it as Ben continues bouncing me up and down his length. I run my tongue along Hank’s hardness, trying to take as much of him as I can into my throat.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “God, she fucks with her mouth like a pro.”

I moan, taking him in, my eyes locked with JT’s as I suck on Hank's cock, while Ben’s thick cock pounds me from behind.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Ben groans above me, his hips picking up speed as Hank's breathing hitches, his grip on my hair tightening.

I taste Hank, salty and oh-so-sweet as Ben's cock pistons in and out of me, stretching me to the limits. My pussy squeezes him tightly

Their moans spur me on, and I take more of him into my mouth, suckling, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock.

“That’s it, baby, take it all,” Hank growls. I take him in, every thick, throbbing inch, his cock hitting the back of my throat. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Hank moans.

JT is beside Hank, his rough hands grip the base of his cock. Eagerly, I take him into my throat, continuing to pump Hank with my free hand.

“Suck it harder, baby,” JT orders, his voice guttural, his eyes never leaving mine.

I do as he commands, lapping at his length, sucking, taking both of them in my mouth, each in turn, one after the other.

“Jesus, Mac,” Ben pants. His grip on my thighs tightens, his thrusts become more erratic. “You’re so fucking tight, so wet. I’ve never felt anything as good as you.”

“Or tasted anything as good,” Hank says, keeping my hair out of my face as he slides between my lips.

Their cocks hard, and throbbing, their hands in my hair, they guide me, pushing their cocks in my mouth and pussy. My core clenches around Ben, and I damn near see stars. But before that sweet release, Ben lifts me away from him.

“My turn,” Hank growls, dropping onto his back on the bed and bringing me down onto him, so I’m facing him. He lifts upward, capturing my breasts in his mouth.

I barely have time to register the shift before JT's face is between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my core, licking me, tasting every drop of my arousal from behind. Hank's thick cock, hard and demanding, nudges at my entrance before he enters me, slowly, teasingly; sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I take him inch by inch, feeling him stretching me, filling me to the hilt.

“Oh, fuck. You are incredible, baby,” he grunts.

Ben replaces JT behind me as he rains kisses down my spine, his tongue licking up my crack before nudging against my puckered hole.

I gasp, my head thrown back as he licks, and teases my opening.

Ben slides a finger inside me, his tongue lapping at my entrance, and I moan.

“Ride me, baby,” Hank growls, his hands fisting my hips, lifting me up, and then slamming me back down, impaling me on his hard length.

JT lays on his back next to Hank, his cock in his hand, stroking himself in time with Hank's thrusts.

“There you go, ride it for us,” JT growls, his eyes on mine, his jaw tense with barely leashed lust.

“Christ, she’s so tight,” Hank groans, he continues plunging his cock into me, hitting my core, touching that sweet spot deep within. I let go then with his words, losing some part of my sanity. I submit to them as they focus solely on me and my pleasure.

“That’s it, baby, take it all.”

But it's JT's cock, his thick, hard length, red and swollen, that draws my attention.

“You want this? Don’t you,” JT asks, running his hand along the length.

Trembling, I nod, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of his hand wrapped around his shaft, jerking himself off in time with Hank's thrusts.

“Ask for it, Mac,” Ben commands, as he presses himself against my ass.

“You want me back in your mouth?” JT muses, teasing himself for me.

“Yes,” I pant, rising and falling on Hank.

JT groans, his eyes never leaving mine as he fists his cock, stroking it, his thumb rubbing the head, spreading the clear fluid that leaks from the slit.

I reach out, wrapping my hand around JT's cock, his heat and hardness in my hand feels intoxicating. I stroke it up and down.

“Say it, baby girl,” he growls. “Say you want my cock in your mouth.”

“I want your cock in my mouth,” I repeat word for word, leaning down for JT's length. I hang my jaw open, waiting. My pussy clenches as my orgasm builds.

In response, JT raises his hips, guiding his cock into my waiting mouth.

“Take it, baby. Suck it.” Ben encourages from behind me.

“God, I love watching her,” Hank mumbles with a half smile from beneath. His eyes are glued to me. Knowing how much they love to see me work with each other, turns me on even more.

I'm vaguely aware of Ben’s thick cock, slick with moisture, teasing my ass.

I suck JT off, my mouth hot and wet, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock as Hank’s rhythm slows to an aching crawl when Ben slides in, his cock stretching me, filling me,

Ben grunts, his hands on my hips as he thrusts into me, his balls slapping against my ass.

I can't think. Can't breathe.

It's too much.

And just when I think I can't take any more, Ben's cock hits a spot deep within me that sends me over the edge. My body shudders and clenches around him.

I'm lost in a sea of sensation, drugged by their words, their hands are in my hair, their cocks are thrusting into my mouth and into my tight passages. My orgasm is just a heartbeat away, my core clenches around Ben's cock, my sucking becoming more frantic as I start losing my grip.

“Jesus, Mac, I’m gonna blow,” Hank groans, his hips bucking as he finds his release, his seed fills me; hot and thick.

And then JT's cock, hard and throbbing, fills my mouth, flooding my mouth with his cum, he tastes salty, and tangy.

We are a tangled, sweaty mass of limbs, gasping for breath, the room fills with the scent of sex and musk and lust. I collapse like a puddle between the three of them, gasping for air and hoping to regain some semblance of reality.

Several minutes later, I'm lying in the crook of Hank's arm, with JT spooning me from the other side. Ben's strong, tanned arm is draped over my stomach, his other hand splayed across my stomach.

I, Makawee, the girl who never had a boyfriend, let alone three men at once, had just experienced the wildest and most erotic sex of my life with three men who love me.

I sink into the feeling of being with them.

They love me, and I them.

With them I felt safe, loved, protected, and that, I realize, was more than enough.

I never dreamed that coming to Silver Ridge would lead to more than saving those silver lynxes, that this is where I would finally find my own home, with three wonderful men.