Page 23 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
CAMRYN
The night was a slow progression; one that hurtled toward its inevitable outcome. It started with me throwing back the covers and dragging Oakley into bed with me. Once there we wrapped ourselves around each other, touching, feeling, and kissing for what felt like forever.
It ended hours later in sex-soaked delirium; both of us breathless, and sweaty.
We made love first, just the two of us, rutting beneath the blankets.
Oakley sank all the way into me as I spread my thighs wide for him, sighing into his ear as we reached the pinnacle of our physical connection.
The emotional connection developed soon afterward, staring deep into each other’s eyes.
Once we started kissing we couldn’t stop.
Our naked bodies rocked slowly together beneath the sheets and comforter, as we enjoyed the warmth and intimacy of being skin against skin.
I came incredibly hard, collapsing around him, my legs flexing to lock him in as my whole body shuddered through a world-ending climax.
It was so fucking good I had only a vague awareness of Oakley holding me tightly, pinning me down with those iron-like arms. He was still pumping away, drilling me straight through my orgasm and out the other side, when I felt the unmistakable heaviness of another pair of eyes on us.
“Damn, dude. Really?”
I opened my eyes, dreamily, and followed Oakley’s gaze. Ryder was standing shirtless in the bedroom doorway. His arms were held casually overhead in a way that perfectly showed off the delicious ‘V’ of his upper body.
“What?” he smirked.
“She’s mine tonight, remember?”
Ryder shrugged, noncommittally. “According to the chart, she’s supposed to be sleeping in your room,” he pointed out.
“So?”
“So, you’re not in your room,” he smirked. “And you two are definitely not sleeping.”
Throughout his sermon, we’d never stopped fucking. Ryder hadn’t averted his gaze, either. My own eyes crawled hungrily over his sculpted chest. They climbed over those beautiful shoulders, all flexed in an overhead pose.
“I can come back later, if you want,” shrugged Ryder. “Or I can run downstairs and write myself in on the calendar, if you need me to make it official.”
Oakley looked down at me, questioningly. I grinned up at him.
“Oh, just get in here already.”
He dropped his shorts right there in the doorway, and his beautiful erection sprang free. I salivated over it, wondering just how long he’d been standing there, watching us. It made me even hotter thinking about him touching himself, while doing it.
Once Oakley had given permission, I got straight to work. I threw back the blankets, rolled to my hands and knees, and swallowed him deep into my whimpering throat.
Oakley’s hands sifted into my hair, guiding my head up and down on his thick, pulsating rod. That left my ass exactly where I wanted it: high in the air, naked and dripping. I waved it back and forth, enticingly, in Ryder’s direction.
“Come get some,” I called, over my shoulder.