Page 54 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men

CAMRYN

A week and a half. It was the kind of interval that could go pretty fast, if you didn’t pay attention to it. On vacation for example, ten days could fly by in the snap of two fingers.

But for a horny little minx accustomed to being at the complete sexual disposal of three ripped, musclebound lovers, trapped within the confines of a cozy mountain cabin?

Well, in that case ten days seemed more like ten years.

I mean, it was a busy ten days, no doubt.

The boys had tons of catching up to do after the storm, on top of everything required to fence a literal Sultan’s ransom of uncut diamonds.

It wasn’t something that had to be done all at once, of course.

But it required the right contacts. More importantly, it required discretion.

And so their time was filled with searching and seeking, while I worked on my book.

Road trips to the Great Falls, Helena, even Missoula, to find buyers with deep enough pockets to make the right deals.

We’d decided upon selling only part of Sarge’s secret cache, and saving the rest for when opportunities came knocking.

And they would come knocking, we knew. Judging strictly on the reaction from buyers so far, that part was obvious.

Over the course of his ten days with us, Bryce learned many of the things he was missing in regards to his brother.

The guys filled him in on all the missing pieces of Sarge’s life; all the things he did and the places he went after the two of them had become estranged.

Each day ended with us sitting around the fire, the boys drinking and toasting and telling stories that Bryce just couldn’t get enough of.

At the end of every night, he’d fall face-first into the couch to begin snoring away.

It was during those times it felt almost like it was before, with me sneaking naked from room to room.

I hopped into bed with Oakley, or slipped beneath the covers with Jaxon, or Ryder.

Our trysts were silent, and solo, and more often than not, frustratingly reserved.

There were times I wanted to scream and make noise, or beg the boys to jackhammer me like they had before.

I wanted to take them two and three at a time.

I wanted them to fuck me so hard the upstairs of the cabin would sound like a murder scene, if Bryce happened to wake up on the couch.

Instead, we kept things as silent as possible, for as hard as we got each other off. More than once I had an onrushing orgasm rudely and exasperatingly interrupted; by my lover who’d stop, tilt their head curiously, then clap a strong, calloused hand securely over my mouth.

I got carried into my room at the end of the night, happy but never entirely sated. Which is why, as much as I’d grown to like him, taking Bryce to the airport was so very exciting.

“Remember,” Ryder told him, pulling up to the departure gate. “There’s always a place for you here. Next time you’re ready to visit Montana—”

“Are you kidding?” The big man shook his head and laughed. “That won’t be for a while. Sorry, but it’s just too fucking cold here. Unlike my brother, I always hated this weather.”

Oakley and Jaxon hopped out of the Marauder; to help drag his bags to the gate. I could see them giving Bryce one last once-over. Almost as if saying farewell to Sarge’s ghost.

“I’m headed for a warm beach,” Bryce went on. “One where I can feel the sun on my face, the sand beneath my toes.” He poked me playfully. “ She knows what I’m talking about.”

Grinning back at him, I folded my arms and shook my head. “Sorry, I’m a mountain girl now. Haven’t you heard? I’ve run snowblowers. I’ve made snow angels. I’ve—”

“Yeah, yeah.” He kissed me quickly on the cheek. “You’ve been cool, I’ll give you that. Thanks for putting up with me for so long. And, also, well…” he added a secret wink. “Sorry if I cramped your style.”

The knowing look he gave me made me turn bright red. That look said everything — without saying anything, which was nice.

After a round of bear hugs that would’ve shattered most rib cages, we took off for home.

The boys were uncharacteristically silent as they led me back into the warm, finally silent cabin.

I’d been on cloud nine every day since finding the diamonds.

But now, alone with them at last, it felt like I was on cloud ninety.

“So what are we doing tonight?” I asked coyly.

They stood around me, the delicious muscles of their folded arms already bulging. Their body language was off, though. I could sense a playful but somewhat nervous energy from all three of them.

“Besides you?” asked Ryder.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you should go check the calendar.”

My smile turned even more devious as I sprinted off to the kitchen; to see where this was going.

I couldn’t wait to see the list of exquisite perversions they had planned for me tonight.

Whatever they’d written, whatever slutty little roleplay their collective hearts desired, I couldn’t wait to fulfill their every last fantasy.

Instead, I found the entire dry erase board empty except for three simple words:

BE OUR GIRLFRIEND

My face registered pure, unblemished shock. My lips formed the words in a breathless whisper.

“Be our…”

I turned around. Oakley was standing just inside the doorway, flanked by Ryder and Jaxon.

“So, what do you think?” he asked quietly.

There were no words, no coherent thoughts I could put together as an answer. Not immediately, anyway. My heart was filled with so much love and adoration, it actually hurt.

“I… I—”

“We love you, Camryn,” Ryder said quietly. “And we don’t want you to leave. Like… ever.”

“Ever?”

“Well, not ever, ever,” Oakley chuckled. “It’s not like we’re keeping you prisoner or anything. But yeah, ever. As in, we want you to be ours. ”

“But…” I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. “That’s… that’s not fair.”

“To who?”

“To you!” I exclaimed. “I mean, look at the three of you. You’re incredible. You could have any woman you wanted, all you have to do is—”

“But we want you,” Jaxon said simply.

My eyes met his. Jaxon was always guarded, his emotions private. For him to say something like this, especially in front of the others, really meant something. Something significant.

“You already have me,” I shrugged. “You’ve had me since the moment you first carried me in here. Shit, I’m in love with all three of you. I just… I can’t imagine…”

“Being with us?”

Ryder looked actually worried. The pain in his eyes made my stomach queasy.

“No,” I said quietly. “Just the opposite.”

I could tell by the looks they exchanged they weren’t getting it. Before my heart broke, I had to make it clear for them.

“You think I want to walk out of here like Bryce just did?” I faltered. “The idea of it kills me! Of course I want to stay. I want to be with you.”

“But?”

“But at the same time, I’m a realist,” I went on. “One day, eventually, I’ll go my way and you’ll go yours. I’ve been dreading it the whole time I’ve been here. I can’t even imagine what happens next in my life, if none of you are in it.”

“Then don’t imagine it,” Ryder pleaded quickly. “You don’t have to.”

“Oh, but I do,” I countered carefully. “Don’t get me wrong, I love this place, the time we’ve had together, all the things we’ve been doing.

I could say yes to being your girlfriend, and we’d have a blast. For a while, anyway.

But I want a future, too. One day I want a husband. I want marriage. I want children…”

I was trying my best to hold it together, but it was a losing battle. There was too much emotion, too much of an investment. Despite my best efforts to remain calm, a tear streaked down my cheek.

“Don’t you think we want those things too?” asked Oakley.

I shrugged. “I guess so. When you meet the right women, you’ll—”

Jaxon stepped in, swiping my tear away with a gentle finger. His expression was softer than I’d ever seen it.

“We’ve already found the right woman,” he said quietly. “She fell into our lap, when we were least expecting it.”

Very slowly, I lowered my chin. “T—That’s sweet, but—”

“Hey,” he countered, tilting my face back up. “Look at me. Look at us. ”

My eyes scanned deliberately from man to man, blinking back tears.

They lingered on Oakley’s ruggedly handsome face, Ryder’s fierce but devilish smile.

They returned to lock onto Jaxon’s chestnut brown eyes, and for the first time I noticed those irises were flecked with a beautiful starfire pattern of deep gold.

“Be our girlfriend first,” he said gruffly. “Let us love you with our hearts wide open, in all the ways we haven’t gotten to yet.”

I sighed involuntarily as his fingers sifted into my hair. They moved so delicately and with such love it brought my heart to bursting.

“But in time,” he went on, “you’ll also be our fiancée, our wife, the mother to our children. I already know this, because I can see it in the depths of my heart. So can my brothers, here. And believe me, these men are my brothers. My forever partners in life.”

Jaxon took a deep, shuddering breath. I could tell he wanted to pull me in — to crush me with those tattooed arms against that broad, beautiful chest. But there were three of them, and each of them owned a part of me. Just as I knew I possessed a part of them, as well.

“We know a lot about unbreakable bonds, Camryn,” Oakley took over. “Sarge aside, none of us have had such a connection with anyone else. Ever.”

The others shook their heads, in total agreement.

“Anyone else, until you .”

Ryder came forward next, slipping his hand in mine. The way he squeezed it against his thigh made me feel safe and secure and very, very loved.

“There’s not another woman on this planet that could satisfy all three of us,” he said with a wink. “And you’re someone we love to share. You might not think that’s fair, but it is. Nothing is diminished by the fact there are three of us, and only one of you.”

“But how can that possibly be?” I bit my tongue even as I asked the question

Oakley moved closer, shifting to complete the circle. “Well, you just said that you love us.”

“I do!”

“So do you love each of us with one third of your heart?”

I was shaking my head before I’d even thought about answering.

“No,” I said immediately. “Of course not.”

“So then what’s the problem?”

They were so close now, I could feel the heat of their bodies. My God, could they really want this? Moreover, did I want it?

Yes.

Did I really want to be the shared girlfriend of three big, beautiful—

Yes!

Ripped, dominant—

Fuck yes!

Amazingly awesome, breathtakingly handsome, stupid rich…

Could this be something that might actually work?

I threw myself into the nearest pair of arms, and began kissing whoever it was. It turned out to be Jaxon, then Oakley, then Ryder. Each of them held me for a swelteringly hot moment, drinking from my wet, eager lips before passing me to the next lover in their frenzied little circle.

It was a circle that had no end. A cycle that just kept going, and going, and going…

“Alright,” I said breathlessly, breaking momentarily away. “I’ll be yours. But on one condition.”

“Anything,” Ryder grinned happily.

I took his hand, brought his thumb to my mouth, and bit it seductively.

“You boys take me upstairs,” I said, in a low, sultry voice. “And make me your girlfriend.”