Page 11 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men

CAMRYN

The hot shower wasn’t just good, it was damn near orgasmic. The kind of life-changing experience you don’t realize you need, until you haven’t felt truly hot water on your shoulders in way too long.

Steam swirled around me in tornado-like eddies, as I rinsed the rest of the boys’ shampoo from my hair. I hadn’t had time to go shopping, and I didn’t think they’d mind me using some. Besides, for some reason they had the really good stuff.

Like everything else in their cabin, the upstairs bathroom was bigger than it needed to be. Their walk-in shower was an enormous wide-open rectangle, tiled floor to ceiling. There was no messy glass, no clingy shower curtain. I raised my arms, extended my fingers, and still couldn’t touch the walls

This is amazing.

Eyes closed, I spun in a slow circle and let out a contented sigh.

I wanted to absorb the heat into every tired muscle, every last cell of my warmth-starved body.

My soap-smeared hands found their way down my belly, around my hips, over my ass.

I sighed, thinking of Oakley’s hands on those hips.

How wonderful they’d felt, just resting there. How incredible it had been to kiss him…

Suddenly the steam swirling around me was whisked away, in the direction of the bathroom door. I heard it open and then close, very quickly.

“Ummm… HELLO?”

Fear gripped me as I sensed movement on the other side of the shower wall. It was followed by the soft plop of fabric, hitting the floor.

“I’m in here!” I called out.

A split second later, a very naked, very grinning Ryder hopped into the other side of the giant shower. He reached out and spun the hot water handle on the opposite shower head.

“What are you doing?” I cried, turning away.

“Showering.”

I had my back to him, and was covering myself as best as I could with both hands. It didn’t stop him from staring at my ass, though.

Or me… from staring downward at what he had to offer.

“What!?” I shouted in indignation. “WHY?”

And what he had to offer was quite substantial… as far as I could tell.

“This is a double shower,” Ryder said, dipping beneath the twin spray. Steam rose from his now glistening body, as the hot water quickly reached temperature. “No reason why one of us should have to wait for the other.”

Sure enough, the shower was double-sided. It had two spigots, two shower heads, even identical shower benches on opposite walls.

“Why the hell are there two showers?” I found myself demanding loudly. “Do you guys shower together?”

“No, actually,” he chuckled. His ice blue eyes traveled up and down my body with total impunity. “Not since we served together, and we had to.”

“Then why—”

“Because this was Sarge’s place before it was ours,” he cut in. “He built a double shower up here; one for him, one for his missus.”

I paused, as the shower once again filled with steam.

“Oh.”

“I guess he hoped they would shower together one day,” Ryder went on. “Too bad Sarge never had a missus,” he added with a measure of sadness. “But the man was always notorious for planning ahead.”

With that he began soaping up six feet away from me, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Holy shit.

Furtively, I watched over my shoulder. Ryder raised one arm and then the other, lathering the slick muscles of his big, striated arms before scrubbing his ribcage on either side.

I peeked back as he washed his face, his neck, his chest. When he finally slid those hands over that yummy-looking array of sculpted abdominals, I just couldn’t take my eyes from them.

“See anything you like?”

I whipped my head back so fast my hair spun in a wet tornado. I couldn’t believe he caught me looking!

“You wish.”

Ryder laughed, and his deep, masculine laughter echoed in the tiled enclosure.

“It’s okay if you look,” he told me. “I’m looking too.”

I could’ve left. In retrospect I should’ve left; the moment he’d entered the shower. Something stopped me, though. Maybe it was the nagging idea that somehow, leaving was akin to surrender.

Besides, why should I leave? I was here first.

With that in mind I went back to finishing my shower, letting my own hands slowly roam wherever the lather took them. Was I putting on a show? Maybe. But at times, when I’d turn just the right way and the steam between us would temporarily part… I was looking too.

I was halfway through my routine when I felt the presence behind me. Ryder’s hand slid casually to my hip, as he leaned forward with the opposite arm and reached around my body.

“Sorry, back brush.”

He took the tool from the bench on my side of the enclosure. Suddenly motionless, I watched his hand close over the long, wooden handle.

“Unless you want to do it for me?”

The question emerged as a whisper, barely an inch away from my ear. Even through the swirling steam, I could feel the heat of his breath.

“Or if you want, I could do yours?”

His voice was so gravelly, so sexy, it sent shivers rocketing through my body. The feel of his hand on my hip was absolutely electric. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t—

“Okay.”

Holy FUCK! Somehow the word had escaped my lips, completely unbidden, totally unwanted.

Unwanted? Really?

I heard the back brush clatter to the tiled floor, and a second hand joined the first. And then suddenly those hands were moving, touching, kneading. They were running themselves up my back and over my shoulders, working the lather already gathered on his palms into my skin.

“Hand me the soap.”

The words held very little meaning; that’s how lost I was, in the moment. Somehow I reached out and did it anyway, noticing that my arm trembled.

“Wow, you’re tense.”

I wouldn’t have known. All I could think about were those two impossibly strong hands, and the happiness they were now delivering.

They glided over my naked back, thumbs digging in gently as they drove every ounce of stiffness from my body.

Pleasure flooded in to take its place, filling every nook and cranny where the tension had left.

I wanted him to go on forever. To not only do my back, but to rub every last inch of my quivering body, until I was a straight puddle of warm euphoria, mixing in with the water; swirling down the drain.

Ryder leaned in, kneading my tired trapezius muscles, my deltoids, and eventually, my neck. And then without warning, our bodies were melding together. I could feel his hard chest, brushing against my skin. His shower-warm thighs, pressing gently against the backs of mine.

And then I could feel something else ..

HOLY SHIT.

The hard, thick knot between his legs became trapped between us. It pressed itself against the small of my back, growing even longer and thicker with the friction of our soap-slick bodies.

Before I could balk, Ryder made his move.

His hands slid forward and upward, cupping my breasts. I didn’t resist as they continued their journey, gliding across my two supple globes. The callouses of his big palms dragged against my nipples, eliciting a shocked — but not unwelcome — gasp of surprise.

“Tell me to stop, I’ll stop,” he growled, directly into my ear. “Tell me to go back to my side of the shower, and that’s what I’ll do.”

I couldn’t speak — my breath was caught in my throat. His hot body was practically wrapped around me, now. The feelings of comfort and security were indescribable.

“You’re not stopping me, are you?” he murmured into my ear.

His hands slid downward again. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I had the presence to slide them back up.

“That’s because you don’t want to stop me.”

Ryder took one of my hands in his, then twisted it behind my back. Fuck, that turned me on. When he pushed my palm flat against his rippled stomach, my knees buckled.

OhmyGod.

I focused on the feel of him, how hard he was, how strong and lean and utterly perfect. His abs were rigid, like steel. I could sense the strength of those muscles just beneath the skin.

“I love these tan lines,” he exhaled, dragging a slow finger upward, along my hip. I shivered as he let it trail downward, tracing my bikini line. “We don’t get much of these up here.”

As good as his touch felt, my hand was doing some exploration of its own.

It wandered downward of its own volition, past the sculpted ‘V’ of his hips and toward the inevitable bulge that lay between his athletic thighs.

Ryder took this as the green light I hoped he would.

His hands slid back to my hips and then around, drifting slowly, inexorably downward…

I let out a hiss of pleasure as the tip of his middle finger thumped past my clit. With tantalizing slowness it continued parting my folds, pressing ever deeper into my heat, my essence. At the same time, his molten hot mouth closed over one side of my neck.

MMMMmmmm…

I arched my back, desperately reaching behind for him with one hand. A moment later, my fingers were sifting through a wet tangle of dirty blond hair…

BANG BANG BANG!

We leapt apart, our bodies violently disentangling so quickly, I almost collided with the wall.

“YO!” Jaxon called from the other side of the bathroom door. “Wrap it up, already, I need to get to work!”

I reached out to steady myself against the tile. My heart was pounding so fast I could barely even think straight.

“Hey…”

A hand closed over my wrist, and I was pulled into a pair of incredibly strong arms. Ryder held me fast as he kissed me deeply, rolling his tongue against mine. It was so hot, kissing beneath the spray. Eyes closed, hands wandering over each other’s faces, I whimpered into his mouth…

When he cupped my ass and squeezed hard, my eyes flew open. Ryder chuckled, then slapped my rump playfully.

“Raincheck,” he winked, then spun from the shower.

I let the word rattle around in my wandering mind. I was still dazed, still dreamy, still reeling from the kiss. So much so, that I barely even noticed as Ryder wrapped himself in a towel, opened the door, and slipped back into the hallway.

Damn.

He left me standing there, all alone, dripping in more ways than one. My frustration might’ve been total, if not for the open-ended promise Ryder made before ducking away.

I knew full well what a raincheck was.

I just didn’t want to wait for one.