Page 41 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
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?”
“Yeah right,” grunted Jaxon. “You were stupid enough to trade Boardwalk and Park Place for a blowjob. Hotels and all!”
Ryder shrugged. “It was a really great blowjob.”
“It sure was,” I winked.
That little transaction had taken place ten minutes ago, in full view of the others. My lips were still a little tingly, and pleasantly swollen.
“Besides, it was blowjob and immunity from landing there in the future,” Ryder pointed out. “For at least five stays.”
“Hey!” I elbowed him playfully. “I thought it was three?”
“Three?” he squinted. “Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure, yeah.” I looked to Oakley for confirmation. “That was the deal, right?”
Stretching his huge arms overhead, Oakley yawned. He was delectably naked from the waist up; the happy result of having mortgaged his shirt for $75, instead of paying Luxury Tax.
“I can’t remember anything after you gave me that lap dance,” he bemoaned, “and all my railroads disappeared.”
I shrugged diabolically. “A deal’s a deal.”
“Yeah, well all these ‘deals’ are killing us,” said Jaxon. “It’s unfair.”
Casually, I popped a cheese-covered cracker in my mouth, and crunched down on it.
“And why’s that?”
“Because only you can trade sexual favors!” he fumed. “It’s not like we can make these deals with each other.”
My evil grin turned even more wicked. “Who’s stopping you?”
All three of them groaned and threw money at me, with Jaxon throwing Oakley’s money since he had none of his own.
We’d had so much fun all day, stretched out on the floor, eating from our charcuterie board and playing beside the fire.
The collection of board games we found in Sarge’s closet was a bit beat up, and probably from his childhood.
But he had some really great ones, like Clue, Parcheesi, and an original 3-D version of the Game of Life.
“Forget this one already,” Jaxon said, waving his hand. “She won.”
“Wait, hang on,” protested Oakley. “I still have Marvin Gardens. And the Electric Company.”
“The Electric Company is shit,” spat Jaxon. “And you can’t build houses, because you’re never getting Ventura. She won’t give it up.”
Oakley turned to me and delivered his best, ladykiller smile. “Trade you a back rub for it?”
As heartbreaking as it was to refuse him, I had to shake my head.
“A back rub and Connecticut Avenue?”
“Sorry, honey.”
His mouth curled into a frown. “A back-rub, Connecticut Avenue, and…” he gathered up most of his money. “Three-hundred and fifty dollars?”
“Nope,” I sighed sadly.
“But you gave Ryder a blowjob!”
“Yes, well, Ryder had Boardwalk and Park Place.”
“And hotels,” Ryder grinned.
“Exactly,” I agreed, blowing him a kiss. “Now, if you had something like that to bargain with… well…”
I laughed as he threw his properties at me.
Teasing the boys throughout the game had been fun; everything from taking their clothing, to letting them motorboat me for a hundred dollars a clip, to trading kisses for extra die rolls.
It was only a matter of time though, before they all jumped me together.
Two of them would grab my arms, rendering me helpless, while the third would yank my bottoms down.
A minute later I’d find myself bent over the couch, getting railed savagely from behind.
Just like after I’d beaten the three of them at Scrabble.
“Do we have any more strawberries?” I asked abruptly.
“Maybe,” Oakley said offhandedly. He knew as well as I did we’d gone through a lot of the fruit we’d bought, right before the storm.
“Because I’d do a lot of things for some strawberries right now,” I sighed, falling back against the couch.
Suddenly I had their interest. “Really?”
“Oh yeah.” Slowly, teasingly, I parted my legs. “Fun things. Filthy things…”
My shorts were loose. Very loose. As my thighs fell to either side, I could only imagine the things that became visible.
Only I didn’t have to imagine. I could see them reflected in three pairs of very hungry eyes.
“In fact, I can’t think of much I wouldn’t do. If one or more of you came up with—”
They scrambled from the room together, Ryder and Oakley. The sound of them hitting the kitchen was so loud, I wondered if they’d pulled the fridge door right off.
Jaxon however, stayed exactly where he was.
“You’re not going after them?” I asked, slightly amused.
Staring at me without blinking, he pulled his shirt slowly overhead. I watched each yummy muscle as it was gradually uncovered, gawking over the sheer size and strength of his magnificent physique.
“Why should I race those chumps to the kitchen?” he shrugged eventually, pulling me in. I slid into his lap, his hands beneath me. His fingers and tongue roamed my body, top and bottom, until I was sighing into his mouth.
“After all,” he chuckled, “everything I want is right… fucking… here.”