Jessie Belle Johnston has always fantasized about being taken by two men but her agoraphobia prevents her from going out and fulfilling her fantasies. Besides, fantasies and reality are two different things…or are they? When the real thing shows up in the form of two hot mountain men at her secluded Canadian Rocky Mountain cabin, Jessie Belle will find out exactly how it really feels like to be taken by two mountain men.
Other stories by Jasmine Black include:
Taken by Two Doctors, Taken by Three Doctors, Taken by Two Bikers, Taken by Three Bikers, Taken by Two Billionaires, Taken by Three Billionaires, Taken by Two Bosses, Taken by Two Cowboys, Taken by Three Cowboys, Taken by Two Firefighters, Taken by Two Carpenters, Taken by Two Personal Trainers, Taken by Two Santas, Taken by Two Elves, Taken by Three Bodyguards, Taken by Two Cops, Taken by Two Prison Guards, Taken by Two Lifeguards, Taken by Two Mountain Men and more!
Genre: FICTION / Erotica / BDSMThis series sells well in the English language.
Chapter One
“You're kidding? Troy made a pass at you? I thought those two mountain men were gay?” I asked Chrissy and giggled at the split screen on my computer where my two closest friends, who were identical twins, smiled back at me.
“From the bulges tenting Troy and Bridger’s pants after Chrissy politely said she had a boyfriend; they might have been reacting to her hunky boyfriend, whom she’d pointed to at the table where he was waiting on her for her shift to end,” my other friend, Megan said and winked.
We all laughed.
The three of us were servers and motel cleaners at the restaurant and adjoining small wilderness motel that Chrissy and Megan’s parents owned. The business was on a secluded road, which was an offshoot from the major highway that ran between Banff and Jasper National Parks in the Canadian Rocky Mountains.
The business was isolated and catered to tourists year-round who wanted a remote experience in the Rockies. It was a meeting point for wilderness guides who took their clients into the interior by float plane or interior camping or fishing via canoe on the nearby string of adjoining lakes.
Troy and Bridger stayed at the motel and ate at the restaurant when they came down from their trapping. Sometimes they were gone months on end, living off the land in the mountains, and they’d certainly grown from the gangly pimple-faced teenagers into handsome hunks since I’d seen them several years ago when I’d spent my last summer here at my grandparent’s cabin.
I was lucky to have this little stone cabin to live in. It was perched about a half mile up the side of a mountain and a mile from my workplace. So, I walked to and from work and my cabin was rent free, thanks to my grandparents who owned the place and their parents who’d owned it before them.
