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Bryce looked confused. “My stuff?”
“He means whatever’s still left in that hotel room that we didn’t bleed all over,” added Jaxon. “Which probably won’t be much.”
Bryce looked at Oakley, still perplexed.
“You didn’t think we were putting you back up in the Sayonara, did you?” Oakley smirked. “With the rats and cockroaches?”
Slowly, a smile began forming on Bryce’s face. I had to admit it looked good on him.
“I dunno,” he said, pondering. “By now, some of those cockroaches are my best friends.”
“Yeah, well you have new friends now,” Oakley elbowed him. He pointed in the direction of the living room. “You also have a warm fire and a soft couch, until we get these rocks all figured out.”
~ 54 ~
CAMRYN
A week and a half. It was the kind of interval that could go pretty fast, if you didn’t pay attention to it. On vacation for example, ten days could fly by in the snap of two fingers.
But for a horny little minx accustomed to being at the complete sexual disposal of three ripped, musclebound lovers, trapped within the confines of a cozy mountain cabin?
Well, in that case ten days seemed more like ten years.
I mean, it was a busy ten days, no doubt. The boys had tons of catching up to do after the storm, on top of everything required to fence a literal Sultan’s ransom of uncut diamonds. It wasn’t something that had to be done all at once, of course. But it required the right contacts. More importantly, it required discretion.
And so their time was filled with searching and seeking, while I worked on my book. Road trips to the Great Falls, Helena, even Missoula, to find buyers with deep enough pockets to make the right deals. We’d decided upon selling only part of Sarge’s secret cache, and saving the rest for when opportunities came knocking. And they would come knocking, we knew. Judging strictly on the reaction from buyers so far, that part was obvious.
Over the course of his ten days with us, Bryce learned many of the things he was missing in regards to his brother. Theguys filled him in on all the missing pieces of Sarge’s life; all the things he did and the places he wentafterthe two of them had become estranged. Each day ended with us sitting around the fire, the boys drinking and toasting and telling stories that Bryce just couldn’t get enough of. At the end of every night, he’d fall face-first into the couch to begin snoring away.
It was during those times it felt almost like it was before, with me sneaking naked from room to room. I hopped into bed with Oakley, or slipped beneath the covers with Jaxon, or Ryder. Our trysts were silent, and solo, and more often than not, frustratingly reserved. There were times I wanted to scream and make noise, or beg the boys to jackhammer me like they had before. I wanted to take them two and three at a time. I wanted them to fuck me so hard the upstairs of the cabin would sound like a murder scene, if Bryce happened to wake up on the couch.
Instead, we kept things as silent as possible, for as hard as we got each other off. More than once I had an onrushing orgasm rudely and exasperatingly interrupted; by my lover who’d stop, tilt their head curiously, then clap a strong, calloused hand securely over my mouth.
I got carried into my room at the end of the night, happy but never entirely sated. Which is why, as much as I’d grown to like him, taking Bryce to the airport was so very exciting.
“Remember,” Ryder told him, pulling up to the departure gate. “There’s always a place for you here. Next time you’re ready to visit Montana—”
“Are you kidding?” The big man shook his head and laughed. “That won’t be for a while. Sorry, but it’s just too fucking cold here. Unlike my brother, I always hated this weather.”
Oakley and Jaxon hopped out of the Marauder; to help drag his bags to the gate. I could see them giving Bryce one last once-over. Almost as if saying farewell to Sarge’s ghost.
“I’m headed for a warm beach,” Bryce went on. “One where I can feel the sun on my face, the sand beneath my toes.” He poked me playfully. “Sheknows what I’m talking about.”
Grinning back at him, I folded my arms and shook my head. “Sorry, I’m a mountain girl now. Haven’t you heard? I’ve run snowblowers. I’ve made snow angels. I’ve—”
“Yeah, yeah.” He kissed me quickly on the cheek. “You’ve been cool, I’ll give you that. Thanks for putting up with me for so long. And, also, well…” he added a secret wink. “Sorry if I cramped your style.”
The knowing look he gave me made me turn bright red. That look said everything — without saying anything, which was nice.
After a round of bear hugs that would’ve shattered most rib cages, we took off for home. The boys were uncharacteristically silent as they led me back into the warm, finally silent cabin. I’d been on cloud nine every day since finding the diamonds. But now, alone with them at last, it felt like I was on cloud ninety.
“So what are we doing tonight?” I asked coyly.
They stood around me, the delicious muscles of their folded arms already bulging. Their body language was off, though. I could sense a playful but somewhat nervous energy from all three of them.
“Besides you?” asked Ryder.
“Yeah.”
