Double Dirty Mountain Men(16)

I wake up happy, at least.



I can't get to the diner since the roads are still closed by snow, but my other job — data entry at a small paper goods firm — is open, and when I call, they say to come on in. I don't like this job either, because it's incredibly boring, but I need the money and I want to leave the house.

I eat breakfast and get ready without seeing my dad once, though I can hear him on the phone in his bedroom, talking slimily to someone. Probably Amber.

Just as I'm putting on my shoes, there's a knock on the door. My heart skips a beat, but I know it's nothing. Probably some neighbor kid who wants five bucks to shovel our driveway.

Knox and Logan are standing on the front porch.

My mouth drops open. They don't look like they've slept.

"Can we come in?" Logan asks after we've stared at each other for about thirty seconds.

I swallow and nod, pushing the door open. They both look around for my father.

"He's not up yet," I say. "What's... is something wrong? Were you in town for some reason?"

They exchange a glance. Logan kind of shrugs at Knox, and Knox raises his eyebrows at Logan. I can't help but smile, a little, because I've gotten used to their non-verbal conversations.

"Come back with us," Logan says.

I stare.

"I know it's a cabin in the middle of nowhere," he says. "And I know that we're both better at trees and bobcats than at people, and sometimes we just grunt as a form of communication, but Rose, we need you."

"It doesn't feel right without you," adds Knox. "We didn't know you were missing from us, but you were."

I tear up, too surprised for words.

They both step forward, one on each side of me. Logan puts his hand on my chin, tilting my face up.

"Rose, we love you," he says. "I know that sounds a little bit crazy, but I don't give a shit. We love you, and we need you, and we'll do anything to make it work."

"Anything," Knox echoes. "Once the forest thaws, it's not that hard to get down the mountain and into town, and you can go to college there. Please, Rose. We fell in love with you over the past couple of days, and we can't go back to life before that."

It's not what I expected. It's not even what I'd hoped for — in my most daring moment, I thought maybe they were here to say that they were stationed in town for a while, or that they'd be coming in more often, or something. Not this.

This I didn't even let myself dream about. It's what I wanted, and I've known that ever since they dropped me off. You have to lose something to know you love it, right?

I swallow hard. A tear falls onto my cheek, and Knox brushes it away with his thumb.

"I love you too," I whisper. "Both of you."

I pause for another moment, gathering courage.

This is completely crazy, my rational brain whispers.

"Let's go home," I say.

They both kiss me.



It doesn't take me very long to pack. I don't have much — just clothes and some books, so my stuff only fills two suitcases and a duffel bag, which Knox and Logan throw into the back of the truck. I ask them to wait outside while I tell my dad I'm moving out.

He still hasn't left his bedroom. He has to have heard strange voices, but he didn't bother even checking.

My hand is poised to knock on his door when I hear his slimy voice come through it.

"Baby. Baby. Amber. Baby. Don't worry about Rose, she's fine, you know she doesn't matter. The one who matters is you, baby."

I stare at the door, slowly lowering my fist. I know that I should be hurt, angry, sad, crying, something, but I'm not. I'm just worn out, tired of being my own father's afterthought.

I turn and leave. He can figure out where I went if he cares.



When we get back to the cabin, Logan opens the front door dramatically, holding his hand out. Knox picks me up in his arms.

They're both grinning, almost laughing, they're so happy.

"Welcome home," Logan says.

I think Knox is going to put me down when we get inside, but he doesn't. Instead he carries me all the way to the bedroom, Logan right behind, and sits me on the bed.

Knox kisses me hard, his tongue invading my mouth. Logan's behind me, kissing my neck, already pulling my shirt off, then unfastening my bra.

"House rules," Knox growls. "We owe you at least two orgasms per day."

"We christen every piece of furniture in the cabin by fucking you on it," Logan adds.

"You scream our names as loud as you want because no one's listening."

"Yes," I say, breathlessly.

Their shirts come off. I grab Knox's belt and pull him toward me, my knees spread as I sit on the bed. Logan pinches a nipple with one hand and pushes the other into my pants, sliding his fingertips through my wetness.

"You missed us, didn't you?" he growls.

I just nod, bucking my hips, hoping he'll put them inside me and I'll get some relief.

"You need a hard, thick cock to fill you up," he whispers in my ear. "You're so fucking wet, Rose, and I think you get wetter every time I tell you that we're going to fuck you slow and deep until you come so hard you can't come any more."

I moan. Knox is undoing his belt, looking at me with that hungry light in his eyes.

"You're our filthy little girl and we love you," he whispers roughly. "We're going to fill every hole, and it's because you're fucking beautiful when you're dirty as hell and loving every minute of it."

His cock springs out, and I grab it instantly, my hand around the huge, thick base. Knox groans, and I wrap my lips around it, already sucking as hard as I can.

Pleasure rushes through me, almost as if I'm receiving and not giving. His hand is on my head and he pushes me down his shaft, letting me take him in, licking and slurping. As I pull back, Logan lifts me up from behind and I pull my knees onto the bed, suddenly on all fours.

I arch my back, ass in the air, and he pulls my jeans off, his face instantly between my legs. He laps at my clit hard and furious, licks in slow swipes to my engorged, slippery lips. He fucks me with his tongue while I suck Knox furiously.

Then I feel his tongue on my back hole, and I gasp despite myself. Somehow, this feels even dirtier than having a cock up my ass — but it also feels amazing.

Logan chuckles.

"Love you," he says, then keeps licking.

Knox pushes my head down his cock, making me swallow it, my lips against the hairs on his belly.

"Love you," he growls.

I don't say anything, but I think they know.

After a moment, Logan pulls back. I'm busy, but I hear him take off his belt and pants, tossing them to the floor, and I look up at Knox, tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

Logan pushes my knees further apart on the bed, my back arching, and he wraps his hand around my thigh, his thumb just barely stroking my lips. The head of his cock teases at my clit, pressing against it, rubbing it just hard enough that I moan into Knox's cock and he grips my head harder, pushing me down his shaft.

Then Logan's cock is at my entrance, spreading my lips, stretching me, filling me, but this time he's going slow, his breathing labored. He thrusts shallowly, the tip rubbing against the front wall of my channel over and over again. It feels delicious, driving me slowly crazy even as I swallow Knox again, warmth building inside me.

But I need more. I need all of him inside me, his thick shaft filling my tight pussy until I can't take it anymore. I need him to fuck me until I can barely move, but he won't.

He's still teasing me, only giving me half his cock, each thrust going millimeters deeper.

Then he stops, just the head inside me. I whimper in frustration, my pussy clenching, like I can grab him and draw him in.

Then he spanks me. I cry out, my voice muffled by Knox in my mouth. It stings but it also feels good, the hand print tingling. He spanks the other cheek, and that tingles too, and this time I moan.

Logan kisses my neck, then pulls out. I make a disappointed noise, but he pulls me backward, away from the edge of the bed, and sits up against the pillows, his cock in his hand.

"Sit on it," he commands.

It takes me half a second to straddle him, his hands cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples, and then I impale myself onto him in a single stroke, his massive cock finally all the way in.

"Your cock feels so good," I whisper, my mind going hazy with pleasure as I start moving my hips, letting Logan hit every pleasure button inside me.

Behind me, a drawer opens, and then Knox gets on the bed. I turn toward him, wanting his cock in my mouth again, but he's behind me, a bottle in his hand.

"You know how sexy it is to watch you enjoy a big cock?" he whispers into my ear, his hand trailing down my back. Then he drips lube down my crack again, and I shiver as it slides over my tight back hole.

I arch and moan, still riding Logan, biting my lip. Knox's fingers find my other hole, and slowly, he slides one in, then two.

"More," I beg.

Knox bites my shoulder hard. I'm still riding Logan, and with Knox’s fingers up my ass, I can feel myself getting ready to explode, stuffed full of them, under their control. I'd let them do anything they wanted right now.

He adds another finger, and I gasp, my hands on Logan's chest. He grabs my wrists and holds them there, firmly planted on him.

"You like having one man in your ass and one in your pussy?" he asks, his voice a low growl.

"Yes," I whimper.

Knox pushes his fingers in harder, and I cry out, nearly at the brink.

"You're gonna make me come," I whimper.