Page 19 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

“I’ll say it again, Anya… You are full of surprises,” Chance chuckles and kisses me softly, his hands coming up to caress my face.

Booker plants kisses all over my back as he gently pulls out. A few seconds later, we’ve moved under the hot shower stream, and the twins take such good care of me that I am rendered speechless.

“I don’t know what came over me,” I mumble as Chance takes his sweet time lathering me with a lavender scented foam.

“Me, either, but I’m not going to complain,” Booker says.

His fingers glide across my wet skin, carefully massaging my hips and thighs before I turn around to wash him. I revel in this idea of taking care of the men who are so selflessly taking care of me. I don’t know what tomorrow might bring or what the past holds. But I do know that I belong here.

“You’re safe here,” Chance tells me as he guides me back to the bed. His bed, I think. “You know that, right?”

I nod slowly and hook my arms around his neck, my naked body glued to his as we slip under the covers. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

“Good, because we’re just getting started,” Booker says as he joins us. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’m still coming down from the clouds.”

The afterglow feels like the sweetest haze, but then Chance rolls me over. I end up on my back, sinking into the mattress, as he lifts my knees and spreads my legs so he can dive face first into my pussy. Booker’s lips lock around my nipples, taking turns with each as his tongue swirls, as he licks and suckles and teases me right back into a delicious frenzy.

Before long, I’m coming again, ecstatically writhing as Booker nips the creamy skin of my breast, and Chance presses his tongue against my clit, while his fingers curl up inside me. Before long, Chance buries himself deep in my pussy, fucking my lights out until I explode, over and over.

Outside, the blizzard settles, and the silence of the first stormless night wraps itself around the lodge. Inside, I am comforted and sated, falling into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.

4

Booker

“We’re supposed to take care of her, not take advantage of her,” Nico scolds us.

Morning light reaches our kitchen for the first time in days. Chance and I just finished shoveling some of the snow off the porch surrounding the cabin, but we’re a long way from clearing a path off the mountain just yet.

I defend my decision. “She initiated it. It was… damn, Nico, you should’ve seen her, the way she opened up.”

“Anya is in a vulnerable state of mind,” he insists, adding sugar to his coffee.

Chance joins us in the kitchen. “What’s this about?”

“Our brother has some thoughts about what happened last night,” I say, my tone flat as I help myself to a cup of freshly brewed coffee. “Granted, I understand his concerns.”

“Nico, it was organic, I swear,” my twin replies. “She came to us.”

“She came to you.”

The raised eyebrow on Nico’s face irks me the most, considering that he, too, carries quite the torch for Anya. He’s always been the most affectionate and the most caring where she was concerned, and I saw the look in his eyes when we first brought her in from the wreck.

“The chemistry is there.” Chance shrugs as I pour him a cup. “Thank you, brother.”

“We should still be careful,” Nico advises, briefly lowering his gaze.

I shoot him a cool grin. “Or you could just drop the self-righteous act and join us. We all know it, and so do you. Anya’s different, man. On so many levels, it’s mind-boggling.”

“Given the circumstances, I’d rather focus on how she got here,” Nico replies, then gazes out the kitchen window again. “How’s it looking out there?”

Chance takes a sip from his hot coffee, closing his eyes for a moment. “We’re clear past the gate, but we’ll need to get down to her car sooner rather than later.”

We’ve yet to fully process what happened that night. We’ve yet to find answers to a lot of troubling questions. The blizzard has kept us cooped up in here long enough for all sorts of scenarios to worm their way into our heads.

Yet one thing has remained constant throughout: this sizzling sexual tension between us and Anya. What happened last night was unavoidable. And she’s the one who called the shots. Sure, we caved in without so much as a peep, but… Damn, we were her first. I’m still wrapping my head around that part.

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