Page 32 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men

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.