Page 72 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
I pressed closer to the window, spreading my palms against the logs on either side. The stripped pine walls that kept us safe were thick and strong. In my heart though, I knew the mountain could be stronger.
You’re very lucky.
I sure was. That much I knew for certain.
In a whole lot of ways.
If I’d tried riding out this storm in my little cabin, I wouldn’t have made it. I would’ve run out of food, or firewood, or both. Yet here I was, safe and sound and extremely grateful. Our voracious, log-eating fire was nice and warm. The wine in my belly, even warmer.
The hour was late and the room grew quiet, as we finished out the long, interesting day. I was only vaguely aware when Jaxon’s formidable but reassuring presence shifted into me from behind. He stared out the window with me, his hot breath kissing my bare shoulder.
“You tired?”
I nodded dreamily, as two enormous hands slid to the front of my hips. Those long fingers climbed even lower, delivering a gentle but rapturous pressure at the junction between my thighs. Almost instantly, I felt a trickle of warmth inside my thong. It was incredible, how quickly and easily they turned me on.
“I’m taking you to bed,” he whispered into my ear. “No dreams. No nightmares. Not with you in my arms, and me wrapped around you.”
Just the thought of it made me tingle all over. The softness of his bed; the warmth of his hard body, beneath the blankets. Those big arms and powerful legs, clutching me tightly. Shielding me from the cold outside…
“But first…” he growled, rolling his fingertips forward. “I’m going to spend myself between thesefuckinglegs.”
A breathless gasp escaped my lips. I was practically gushing.
“The two of you have had enough of her for today,” he called back to his friends. “Tonight, she’s mine.”
There was no answer, other than the howl of the wind, and the crackle of the fire. Jaxon turned, scooped me into his arms, and held me tightly against his chest. I could only smile and wave three fingers at the others, as he carried me upstairs, and into his bed.
~ 41 ~
CAMRYN
I’d seen savage, unrelenting rainstorms in Florida that dumped down water and flooded streets. Spectacular thunderstorms, as beautiful as they were terrifying, that drenched everything in a matter of minutes while ripping the sky a whole new asshole.
Still, I’d never seen anything remotely like this.
All night long and throughout the entire next day, the blizzard raged full-blast. There was no stopping it, no slowing it down. It covered everything in a thick blanket of pure white snow, smoothing the world into a series of unblemished hills, bumps, and valleys.
“Roll already,” I smiled, pushing the dice toward Jaxon. “And remember, you need doubles.”
Jaxon grumbled, but scooped up the little plastic cubes. They rattled noisily in his big hand, as he threw a five.
“Fuck.”
His little silver boot remained in Monopoly jail, where it had been for the past two turns.
“You could just pay the fifty dollars,” Oakley pointed out.
“I don’t have fifty dollars.”
Ryder rolled his eyes and thrust some money his way. “Here,” he chuckled. “I can’t stand to watch this anymore.”
“Oh yeah?” Jaxon gritted his teeth. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have let her off the hook when she landed on Boardwalk. With a hotel, no less.”
I sat back smugly, fanning out my wad of five-hundred dollar bills as casually as if they were ones. This was my best game ever. I’d never won a Monopoly game in my life.
Then again…
“I didn’t let her off,” Ryder protested. “We traded, remember?”
