Page 43 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
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The ensuing fight was epic, to say the least. Camryn came armed with her own well-made pile of snowballs, but it wasn’t until Ryder circled around to flank us that things really got intense.
For ten crazy minutes, the field we’d just carved from the backyard drifts became a chaotic battle zone.
We hadn’t expected much from Camryn, especially being from Florida.
To her credit though, she held her own. She hid behind Ryder a lot, and called a few iffy timeouts.
But she was quick and nimble, and had fairly good aim.
Eventually the four of us were covered in snow, heaving, and exhausted. I tackled Camryn between reloads, rolling her through the back of the field several times over. I finished by holding her arms down, with my thighs straddled on top of her.
“Alright, already! I give!”
Her beautiful face was pink and wet, but still sour with defeat. The long strands of blonde hair peeking out from her fuzzy hood made me desperate to kiss her.
“What do you give?”
She pouted up at me for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. “What terms would you like?”
“My terms, huh?” I looked around at the beautiful, sun-kissed field, where snowball dust now glimmered like diamonds.
“Yes.”
“I guess I’ll take your unconditional surrender.”
Trying to look innocent, she chewed her bottom lip in the most adorable way. “And what’s that entail?”
“I’ll show you later. For now though…”
I rolled off her quickly, and began doing jumping jacks on my back. Once finished, I pulled her to her feet and looked down.
“Whoa!” Camryn swore.
“Never made a snow angel?” I guessed.
She threw herself down, and got straight to work. The childlike enthusiasm with which her arms and legs moved up and down made me laugh.
“I’ve made sand angels before,” she grunted, while still working. “But the sand at Daytona is hard. It’s nothing like this.”
Eventually I helped her up, so she could admire her handiwork. Our angels were so different in size, they looked like adult and child-sized versions of each other.
“This is better,” Camryn declared happily. “Way better.”
“And why’s that?”
“Well for one, you don’t end up with an asscrack full of sand.”
I chuckled at the visual: Camryn standing on some beautiful stretch of beach, her arms and legs still covered in fine white sand. In my daydream, it coated her smooth, tan thighs. It was all over her backside, clinging to her bikini bottoms.
“The best snow angels can only be done naked,” I theorized, having never thought of the subject before. “In case you’re wondering.”
“Umm-hmm,” she obviously didn’t believe me.
“I’m serious.”
“Alright, why?”
“Well for one, no jacket marks,” I pointed downward. “See all that texture? It ruins the illusion that—”
Camryn extended a gloved finger and poked me straight out of my bullshit. “And number two?”
“Number two, your body heat melts the snow uniformly,” I tried to say with a straight face. “It smooths everything out. Makes for a more perfect angel.”
Two tiny fists grabbed me by my jacket. With surprising strength, Camryn pulled me down to eye level.
“If you think I’m getting naked and jumping into the snow,” she breathed huskily, “you’re out of your fucking mind.”
Before I could even laugh, she kissed me.
“Later on however…”
She winked, and the wink was so sexy and full of promise it made my dick stir in my pants. We kissed, and then kissed some more, until there was no more room in my boxers at all.
Fuck.
Staring into her eyes made my heart race; faster than I’d felt since the heat of battle.
Camryn was so fun, so amazing, so utterly perfect.
And she was all ours, at least for now. Trapped within our walls, tucked away in our own little world, she’d brought warmth to the cabin.
A distinct, feminine charm it was sorely missing.
But she’d also brought happiness; in its purest form.
Laughter, unlike the three of us had shared since Sarge was alive.
We were always close, and would always be brothers, but we’d drifted apart emotionally since our mentor’s passing.
It had been the burden of updating the cabin; and the stress of tearing up the grounds, in an attempt to find Sarge’s lost legacy.
Somehow, without even trying, this woman had brought us together again.
We were on the same wavelength. We could feel our old connections again, and those connections flowed through her.
You love her.
I did! And I wasn’t the least bit ashamed to say it, either — at least in my head.
Yes it was scary. And yes, I knew our arrangement was temporary, too.
But not even those looming issues could diminish the depth of the feelings I had for this incredible woman.
And if I knew my brothers-in-arms… the feelings they had for her as well.
Ryder and Jaxon finally made their way over, as if summoned by my own errant thoughts. The two of them were pushing a snowball the size of a small car. Camryn’s mouth gaped open at the size of it.
“Please tell me we’re making a snowman!” she said excitedly.
Jaxon’s chin tilted upward, his eyes flitting toward the sky. The blue had gone out of it when we weren’t looking. It had been replaced by a swirling gray; one that looked angrier with each passing minute.
“Only if we hurry,” he nodded.
She rushed forward to help, and I joined right in; the four of us pushing the snow boulder back and forth across our little clearing.
It felt good to be outside again, stretching our arms and legs, filling our lungs with the crisp, frosty mountain air.
We were all for Camryn, and she for us. Together we felt invincible, as if nothing could stop us.
Nothing but the one nagging thought that kept me from immersing myself so fully and completely in this blissful winter fantasy:
If only this could last forever.