Double Dirty Mountain Men(17)

"That is the idea," Knox says behind me, pushing them in again, pushing me exactly to the edge and no further.

"So fucking good," I whimper, only able to form half-thoughts now.

Then he pulls his fingers out. My eyes fly open, and I look over my shoulder, but Knox is grinning and stroking his cock.

My mouth falls open as I realize what's going to happen.

"You begged for this last time, filthy girl," he says. "You said you wanted us both at the same time, one cock in your pussy and one in your ass. And right now, you're so fucking wet that your pussy is dripping down Logan's cock and onto the bed, so don't tell me you don't want it."

I swallow hard, because I do, but I also don't know if it'll even work.

"Trust us," Logan says.

Knox takes one hip in his hand, his thumb trailing down my crack, and I arch my back, offering my ass to him, Logan's cock already filling my pussy.

He nestled the tip against my tight, puckered hole.

"Relax," he whispers. I take a deep breath and try.

His hands spread my cheeks apart and he pushes, gently. I try to relax again, and then suddenly it's working, his thick cock slowly stretching my back hole as I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut.

He slides in slowly. I can tell from the noises they're both making that this feels incredible for them, too, even though I feel like I'm impossibly full, stretched so wide I can barely move.

"You're so fucking tight," Knox whispers, still easing into me. "You feel so good with another cock in you."

I just groan. I couldn't speak a sentence aloud to save my life, because my brain is nothing but the white noise of pure pleasure.

Finally, his hips are against my ass, both men fully hilted at the same time, and Knox takes my hips in his hands.

I don't think I can move on my own. I'm completely and totally overwhelmed, every tiny motion sending shockwaves through me. I might be coming but I can't even tell, I'm just bowled over by wave after wave of total ecstasy.

Then, slowly, they start moving. Knox moves my hips for me because I can't, and the moment they both start, I shout and it turns into a moan, then a whimper, then a shout again. There are no words, just noises, and I've got one hand clutched around Logan's shoulder, the other behind me, clutching Knox's head to mine.

"You're fucking beautiful with two cocks inside you at once," Logan groans.

I can't move. I can hardly breathe, it feels so good as they gradually speed up.

I feel like my body is falling apart. All I can do is hang on and let them fuck me in both my holes, whispering dirty things in my ear, stretching and filling me like I've never even dreamed of.

I just ride wave after wave of sheer pleasure, like I'm coming again and again with no break, no stop as they both move at once, lost to anything but how good this feels.

"I can't last much longer," Knox says into my ear.

"I'm gonna come too," Logan murmurs, his eyes half open.

"I can't fuck you like this without coming," Knox says, moving so they're both deep inside me at once. I cry out, a fresh wave breaking over me.

"Come inside me," I gasp.

They keep going, slow but hard, and finally they both groan.

"Jesus," gasps Logan.

I hit a new height, and white heat pours down by body, making me shake and scream. My vision goes white as I come so hard I can't even see, and then they both explode at the exact same time, both cocks pumping inside me together.

"I love you," I gasp, over and over again. "Fuck, I love you, I love fucking you, I love you."

Logan pulls me toward him and kisses me slowly.

"I love you too," he says.

And then Knox, gently turning my face toward his.

"And I love you too," he murmurs.

In that instant, I know I'm home, and I know I'm theirs forever.





Chapter Twenty-Six





Logan




Three Months Later



The front door opens and Rose comes in, looking a little disheveled. She's been working on cleaning out a storage shed in the back yard of this cabin so we've got somewhere to put gardening equipment.

Rose is very determined that she's going to have a vegetable garden, even though the soil up here isn't the best. I've been teasing her that she's going full frontierswoman, which she sometimes finds funny.

"There's a robin out there," she says.

I look up from the dishes I'm doing, and Knox looks up from some electronic thing he's trying to fix.

"Spring?" I ask.

She nods, excitedly. I think the long winter has been getting to her, even though she's trying not to let on. But it's hard to be snowed in for a couple of months, no matter how often your boyfriends make you come.

"Supposedly," she says. "I think some of the trees are starting to bud, too."

"Good," Knox says. "It's about time."

"It's the same amount of winter as every other year," I point out.

"And it's always about time for spring right around now," he says.

"Boys," Rose interjects.

She walks over to Knox, giving him a kiss, then comes over to me.

"How did we survive before you?" I murmur.

"With either more surly silence or more fighting," she says.

I think she's right, actually. Not that I particularly remember, because the years before we found Rose half-frozen on a dirt road feel like they've faded into the background, the past three months burning brighter in my memory than anything that happened before.

"I picked up the mail, by the way," I tell her and Knox.

She's standing at the sink, drinking a glass of water, looking out the window at the still-brown trees.

"Anything good?" she asks.

I know she means is there anything from my dad? The question still forms a rock in my gut, and I swallow, because there's not. No one's heard a peep from him since Rose left without saying goodbye, and while most of me thinks she's better off without him, I can't believe anyone would do that to their own child.

God knows if I had a daughter, there's no way I'd ever let her drive across—

You're getting ahead of yourself, I think.

"The course catalog came," I say.

Rose smiles, and she looks a little relieved.

"Good, I was starting to think I'd forgotten to request it or something," she says. "I think getting out of the cabin and into town once a week will be good for me."

I just laugh, because I know that living up here full time without much human interaction is... let's just say it takes a particular personality type. I think Rose likes it, but I think she also needs just a little more company than Knox and I can give her, sometimes.

I can't blame her. I know I'm the weird one in this situation.

"Study electrical engineering," Knox pipes in. "Maybe you can fix this damn radio."

"I don't think an act of God could fix that radio," Rose says.

"It was working the other day," he muttered.

"You mean before you dropped it into a half-melted snowbank?"

I have to force myself not to laugh. Knox just sighs.

"Why'd you have the radio outside, anyway?" I ask.

He glares at me.

"Trying to get a better signal," he says, shrugging. "It's been on the fritz, so I thought maybe it would help if I took it outside, without interference or something."

Rose and I just both look at him, eyebrows raised.

"Yes, where I proceeded to drop it into a snowbank," he grumbles. "Like you two are so perfect. I know that burn hole in the rug by the fire is your fault, Rose."

"We're not talking about me right now," she says, her eyes dancing.

Now Knox is smiling too.

"And you left the window open for it to rain on the storage room last week," he says, pointing at me.

"Okay, okay, point taken," Rose says, walking over to Knox.

She sits in his lap, her arms around his neck. He starts to look mollified.

"I'd like an apology," he says, straight-faced.

Rose laughs.

"I'm sure you would," she says.

"So would I," I interject, slowly walking over to them.

"For what?"

"I'll think of something," I say.

Rose laughs. She kisses Knox, then me.

And then we do dirty, dirty things to her, right there on the kitchen table.





Epilogue





Rose




A little over a year later



"I can't believe you blindfolded me," I say, sitting in the back seat of the truck. "Am I being kidnapped?"

"Yes," Knox says, his voice serious. "We're kidnapping you to the house we built you with our own hands."

"I'm just saying."

"We want you to be surprised," Logan says easily, as the truck slows. "And we're hoping it's a good surprise."

"If this is two old singlewide trailers duct-taped together, that'll be a bad surprise," I say.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat and hope we're close. It hasn't been all that long, but sitting in a car for much more than ten minutes at this stage makes my back start acting up.

Also, I have to pee. Again.

But then, the truck slows to a stop. I unbuckle myself carefully and open the door, trying to get out on my own, blindfold and all.

"Whoa, what do you think you're doing?" Knox's voice asks as he catches me by the elbows.

"I can get out of a car," I grumble.

"You're blindfolded," he points out.

"And whose fault is that?"

He doesn't answer, just leans forward and kisses my nose, then guides me gently out of the truck. Actually, I'm glad he's there. It's further to the ground than I remembered.