Page 100 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
I shrugged. “I guess so. When you meet the right women, you’ll—”
Jaxon stepped in, swiping my tear away with a gentle finger. His expression was softer than I’d ever seen it.
“We’ve already found the right woman,” he said quietly. “She fell into our lap, when we were least expecting it.”
Very slowly, I lowered my chin. “T—That’s sweet, but—”
“Hey,” he countered, tilting my face back up. “Look at me. Look atus.”
My eyes scanned deliberately from man to man, blinking back tears. They lingered on Oakley’s ruggedly handsome face, Ryder’s fierce but devilish smile. They returned to lock onto Jaxon’s chestnut brown eyes, and for the first time I noticed those irises were flecked with a beautiful starfire pattern of deep gold.
“Be our girlfriend first,” he said gruffly. “Let us love you with our hearts wide open, in all the ways we haven’t gotten to yet.”
I sighed involuntarily as his fingers sifted into my hair. They moved so delicately and with such love it brought my heart to bursting.
“But in time,” he went on, “you’ll also be our fiancée, our wife, the mother to our children. I already know this, because I can see it in the depths of my heart. So can my brothers, here. And believe me, these men are my brothers. My forever partners in life.”
Jaxon took a deep, shuddering breath. I could tell he wanted to pull me in — to crush me with those tattooed arms against that broad, beautiful chest. But there were three of them, and each of them owned a part of me. Just as I knew I possessed a part of them, as well.
“We know a lot about unbreakable bonds, Camryn,” Oakley took over. “Sarge aside, none of us have had such a connection with anyone else. Ever.”
The others shook their heads, in total agreement.
“Anyone else, untilyou.”
Ryder came forward next, slipping his hand in mine. The way he squeezed it against his thigh made me feel safe and secure and very, very loved.
“There’s not another woman on this planet that could satisfy all three of us,” he said with a wink. “And you’re someone we love to share. You might not think that’s fair, but it is. Nothing is diminished by the fact there are three of us, and only one of you.”
“But how can that possibly be?” I bit my tongue even as I asked the question
Oakley moved closer, shifting to complete the circle. “Well, you just said that you love us.”
“I do!”
“So do you love each of us with one third of your heart?”
I was shaking my head before I’d even thought about answering.
“No,” I said immediately. “Of course not.”
“So then what’s the problem?”
They were so close now, I could feel the heat of their bodies. My God, could they really want this? Moreover, did I want it?
Yes.
Did I really want to be the shared girlfriend of three big, beautiful—
Yes!
Ripped, dominant—
Fuck yes!
Amazingly awesome, breathtakingly handsome, stupid rich…
Could this be something that might actually work?
