Page 57 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
“Looks like this won’t be a problem after all,” I heard Jaxon growl. He was gripping his erection like he could barely control it, swinging it my way. It looked less like a dick, and more like a baton.
“You’d probably hurt me if you wentreallyhard,” I breathed, with more confidence than I felt. “But I kinda like it. So…”
Not to be outdone, Jaxon flipped me onto my back. He flung my legs high over his shoulders and pushed forward until the gargantuan head was poised against my slick, swollen starfish.
“Say when,” he challenged, with a gleam in his eye.
I curled my lips back from my teeth and stared up at him, totally in heat.
“When.”
All the air left my lungs as he plunged into me, resulting in the sigh of all gratifying sighs. I clutched the back of his head, making sure to stare straight into his eyes as he continued to pound me, over and over, in obscene, secret places no one but him would ever be able to reach.
I was cursing, grunting, screaming, all while begging him to go harder. He sure as hell didn’t disappoint. Those tattooed arms slid to my shoulders for leverage, folding me nearly in half as he drilled me in the ass. Jaxon pounded into me like a pile driver, again and again, until the sweat dripping off the tip of his nose was pooling in the hollow of my neck. It was scary and thrilling and savagely beautiful; our oil-slick bodies twisting and undulating, glimmering in the firelight, while the others lay back to look on, spent and speechless.
And through it all, those deadly brown eyes; the same eyes that had peered through the scope of a high-powered rifle, and seen the death of countless enemies. Those eyes bored into me now. They stared through me. But not without me staring back, all the way past the pain, the anguish, the yawning, seemingly endless chasm of loss. My blue eyes sliced through those brown orbs with laser-like focus, to penetrate his soul infinitely more deeply than he was penetrating my body, right now.
When he slid a hand between us to rub my clit, I went out of my mind. I exploded the second he touched it, contracting around himandthe fingers that were suddenly inside me. Again and again I squeezed him, through strange new waves of deep, orgasmic bliss. And yet somehow, we never broke eye contact. Even when his own climax was triggered, we kept on staring, searching our souls for deeper meaning as Jaxon’s jaw went tight, his lip twitched, and he began pumping me wonderfully, gloriously full.
A half hour later we were back with all new bedding, but no less naked than before. We’d showered in tandem, tagging each other in, passing the soap like the baton in some fucked up midnight relay race. Clean and dry, we fell back into the fire-kissed realm of the living room floor, which was made soft again by all new blankets and pillows. The kissing began almost immediately. The guys, now rested and still horny from watching me with each other, were more than ready to spread my legs and do it all again.
And it was at that very moment, I realized that I was probably spoiled for life.
~ 32 ~
CAMRYN
The next week was a busy one, in more ways than one.
I spent the mornings writing my little fingers off; the first one while sitting on a pillow and contemplating my most recent life’s choices. Apparently my little adventure back there hadn’t come without some consequences. But as they say, the juice was worth the squeeze.
Meanwhile, all three of the guys were in an especially good mood, strutting around the house like they’d conquered Mount Everest. It was definitely amusing, watching them drop double entendres and tell butt jokes to each other when they were sure I was listening. But it all added to the fun. I loved the extra attention, the ass-pats, the butt rubs, and the long, deep kisses they’d deliver whenever they passed me in the hallway. or caught me downstairs pouring yet another cup of coffee.
Not surprisingly, I made good progress with my novel. When I wasn’t typing away, I was brainstorming by staring out Sarge’s picture window into the beautiful landscape of the snow-capped Rockies. I still couldn’t believe I was here. Even now, after everything that had happened since I drove past the sign that announced I was leaving Daytona, I still had a hard time believing my current life was actual reality, and not some crazy, sex-soaked fever dream.
Oakley was in town early each morning, doing sheriff’s deputy things, and Ryder was busy teaching tourists how to fall on their ass instead of their face while learning to snowboard. The Willow Creek resort was busier than usual, and he even spent the night sometimes in order to maximize his time. That left me and Jaxon alone during the day, since we both worked nights and evenings. By mid-afternoon, I was showering to get ready for my shift at the diner. Coincidentally — maybe, anyway — he just happened to finish his workout routine, and was looking to shower at the same time.
This led to all kinds of great afternoon sex, both before and after we’d lathered each other clean. Jaxon would towel me off and pull me into his bedroom, or flat out carry me into mine. Once, when I happened to be working out downstairs, he marched into the gym with a primal, almost frightening look in his eye. Without saying anything, he ripped my yoga pants open, bent me over the bench, and fucked me silly. He walked out without so much as a word, leaving me breathless, swollen, and full.
The animalistic aspect to our arrangement turned me on, and I usually arrived at the diner dripping wet, and with my pussy still tingling. Work, however, was only a temporary reprieve. By the time I got home, Oakley and Ryder were already there, horny as hell, raring to go. Sometimes they’d take me before dinner, or even right in the kitchen while I was trying to cook. Other times they’d wait until the quiet night hours, where one or both of them would sneak into my bedroom, kiss me all over, and make love to me slowly. I enjoyed those times especially, and always slept naked. That made it so much easier for me; to be awakened, groggily, to someone slipping between my warm, always eager, thighs.
By the end of the week, I was looking forward to a couple days off. Not from the boys of course, but from the constant background din of the noisy diner. My feet kept reminding me to buy new shoes. I also wouldn’t miss smelling like french fries for half the day.
Besides, we were supposed to do something together, the four of us. One of them had snuck a ‘date night’ onto the calendar, circling Saturday. When I excitedly asked about it, the boys gave me nothing but shrugs. All I knew was that all three of them were involved, and it required us going into town. I couldn’t wait.
And so there I was on Friday night, dancing around the house, enjoying the fire Jaxon had built before taking off to the tattoo studio for the night. The others weren’t home yet. I had enough time to write a little more before whipping some dinner together. Or maybe writing a lot, and ordering up some Chinese food. Preferably from the place with the really good dumplings.
I was feeling pretty amazing about everything, really. Daydreaming about the guys, and counting my blessings.
That’s when the explosion of a gunshot shattered the stillness of the evening… and stood all the hairs on my arms instantly on end.
~ 33 ~
OAKLEY
The burst of orange and yellow subsided, leaving nothing but a faint wisp of smoke curling from the end of my rifle. The shot had no echo. It was swallowed by the stillness of the surrounding woods.
Fuck.
