Page 85 of Shared By the Mountain Men Triplets

“Oh, god, Wren, you feel so damn good. Better than anything. Ever.”

I almost want to laugh, but one look at Boone’s face tells me he’s not joking. Charming Boone is gone, and the man inside me is all heat and muscle and hunger, only he’s still Boone, so there’s tenderness there, too.

He’s careful to keep one hand behind me, shielding my back from the edge of the counter, but aside from that, there’s nothing cautious about the way he drives into me.

He’s a man and a machine, and he was built for my pleasure, because his cock hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars. I cry out his name over and over, until I’ve probably scared away all the skittish wildlife in the county, and Boone keeps fucking me harder and harder, until I dig my hands into the hard muscles of his back and come again, so hard it’s like I’m being turned inside out, and then Boone’s coming right after me, his hands tightening their grip, his cock stiffening, then swelling, then releasing deep inside me, pulse after pulse until I’m full and his seed is leaking out of me.

“Wren.” He says my name on a gasp, then his forehead drops to my shoulder as his body shudders hard against me.

Boone stays inside me for a long time afterward, until we’ve caught our breath and our heartbeats slow. Then he carries me into the bathroom and cleans me up with a tenderness that nearly makes me cry.

Back in the kitchen, we avoid stepping on the lost carrots as he helps me get dressed, though he looks reluctant to put my shirt back on.

“If you keep your distance from the stove, you could go topless,”he suggests.

I just laugh and grab my shirt out of his hands.

When all my clothes are on and Boone’s cleaned the countertop, I inventory the carrots that didn’t escape. “I guess dinner’s going to be late tonight.”

“Absofuckinglutely worth it.” He looks over at me from the sink. “I’d punctuate that with a kiss, but I can’t guarantee I won’t get carried away again.”

When Rhett comes back in, Boone’s standing at the stove stirring butter and flour like nothing ever happened. I’m chopping the carrots I finally finished peeling, and I’m pretty sure my cheeks are still pink.

He looks from my swollen lips to Boone’s bare feet, and lifts one eyebrow. When his eyes come back to me, there’s no jealousy there, only heat, possession, and a satisfaction that makes my belly flutter.

CHAPTER 38

BOONE

My eyes fly open in the dark, and I reach for my rifle before I even fully know where I am.

Cabin. Couch. Living room.

I’m on my feet before the alarm pulses again. North perimeter.

Rhett’s door opens down the hall as Cade’s voice comes through my earpiece. “Movement north. More than one.”

I pull on my plate carrier over my T-shirt and shove my feet into my boots. “West?”

“Checking,” comes Cade’s reply.

Wren’s bedroom door opens, and if any part of me wasn’t wide awake, it is now.

“Safe room,” Rhett and I both tell her at the same time.

Her hair is messy from sleep, but her eyes are wide awake, and she already has her pistol in her hand. There’s fear inher eyes, but not panic, because our girl doesn’t panic easily.

“How many?” Wren asks, looking between us.

The receiver pulses again, then again from a different sensor.

Fuck.“Don’t know,” I tell her. “More than one.”

“Wren.” Rhett says her name like a warning.

“Safe room, sweetheart. Please.”

My request does what Rhett’s order doesn’t. Wren nods once and heads to the reinforced storage room off the hall.