Page 61 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men

“Alright now… no peeking.”

“How the hell can I peek?” she laughed. “You blindfolded me.”

I waved my hand back and forth in front of her face just to make sure, then slid both plates in front of her. Jocelyn’s freckled nose wrinkled cutely, as her nostrils flared.

“Taste one, then the other,” Kayden said unnecessarily.

“And then I can devour both?” she sighed.

“Sure. But first, you have to pick a winner.”

Jocelyn reached out clumsily and struck one of the plates, rattling it against a dining room table of black walnut cut from a single slab. Whatever tree died to make it must’ve been hundreds of years old.

Eventually she inhaled one of the burgers. Chewing slowly and sensually, she moaned into the bread.

“Holyfuckingshit,” she murmured.

She took the other one, and ate it just as slowly. She looked sexy and seductive, whether she liked it or not. Maybe it was the blindfold. Or maybe it was the way she was licking her plump, beautiful lips.

“Holy hell,” she breathed, when she could speak again. “Can’t I pick both?”

“No way,” I replied, almost offended. “None of this participation trophy bullshit.”

Kayden nodded his agreement. “Totally. There has to be a clear winner.”

Jocelyn tilted her head, then took bites from each burger again. She sipped her wine to wash it down, and I found myself staring at her long, sensuous throat.

We shouldn’t have brought her here.

Those were Kayden’s words, whispered to me three times so far since we got here. At first I blew him off as being overly cautious. Any danger we faced was still days away, and it was obvious that Jocelyn sorely needed the company.

At the same time though, I also agreed with him.

There were other dangers in bringing our best friend’s sister back to this place, and plying her with wine.

For one, I couldn’t stop staring at her.

Her tall, voluptuous shape was rounded off in all the right places, and now that she’d fully grown up, she had all the right curves.

I kept imagining burying my face in her neck, and pulling her against me.

Pressing those beautiful breasts against my chest and kissing her deeply, until my hands wandered down to those perfectly indented hips.

Jocelyn and I had flirted all throughout high school, and even beyond.

Each time I came back from deployment the jokes grew bolder, the innuendo more direct.

Our eye contact grew into long, lingering staring contests, some of which had progressed from silently undressing one another, to outright challenging each other to make the first move.

Even as Jason’s sister, the truth was, I’d always wanted to take her for a test run.

But then again, so had Kayden.

“Alright fine,” she announced at last. “I’ve made my decision.” Pointing slowly, with one long finger, she tapped the burger on her right. “This one.”

“YES!”

I threw my fist into the air, as Kayden’s confident smile broke into a frown. In the meantime, Jocelyn pulled off her blindfold.

“Look at that,” I cheered. “I beat the chef!”

Jocelyn squinted. “Wait, I thought you were both chefs?”

“We are,” I said quickly. “I mean, I beat the executive chef.”

“What he meant to say is, he cheated,” declared Kayden, pointing. “Because that’s not a burger.”

Jocelyn, who’d already picked it up to finish it off, stopped mid-bite. “It’s not?”

“No, that’s a cheese burger!”

“So?”

“So, why would he put cheese on it? When we clearly stated—”

“I put cheese on it because I know the girl loves cheese,” I cut him off. “And I used provolone, because that’s her favorite.”

Jocelyn nodded and took another voracious bite. Smiling back at Kayden, she shrugged apologetically. “He’s right.”

“But—”

“Hey, don’t get mad because you didn’t think of it,” I taunted him. “The competition was best burger. It’s not like we made any special rules or anything.”

I watched with satisfaction as our ravenous guest bent over her plates and went to town. Jocelyn ate hungrily, pinning her long hair up in a quick bun before devouring both dishes, exactly as promised.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

She really was. The freckled tomboy we’d grown up with in small town New Hampshire had blossomed into a tall, feminine knockout.

We’d gone from teasing and torturing Jase’s annoying little sister, to having her torment us by her presence, her very womanhood.

She had us in the palm of her hand back then, and she damned well knew it.

Hell, she enjoyed every flirtatious minute of it.

And now some shitheads had hurt her, and hurt her bad. These were people she trusted. People comfortable enough and close enough to her, that they literally took everything.

And somehow, these fucks thought they could get away with it.

If there was anything Kayden and I completely agreed upon, it was the need for vengeance. And we were far too impatient to simply sit back and wait for karma to deliver.

“And that…” Jocelyn mumbled, throwing down her napkin. “Was outright fucking amazing.”

Both burgers had been reduced to crumbs. Kayden smiled and swept the plates away as I poured more wine, silently wondering how long it would be before we’d stop pretending either of us was ferrying her back to her hotel.

“So… what now?” she asked, lazily tracing the rim of her glass with a delicate finger.

“Monopoly? Clue?” joked Kayden.

“Ah, just like the old days,” she sighed nostalgically. “But the old days are gone.”

“Netflix and chill, then?” I smirked.

Jocelyn laughed musically into her wine glass. “You wish,” she told me for a second time. But this time, I noticed, she added a wink. “Not that I wouldn’t mind a little chill. God knows I could use some.”

The way she was staring back at us was suddenly different. There was mischief in her eyes now. And maybe a new hunger, but of a much different kind.

“Is that pool heated?”

She jerked a thumb over her shoulder, where a series of floor-to-ceiling glass doors opened into the tiled, landscape-lit atrium. The infinity pool glowed a myriad of different colors all night long, changing every hour. Right now it was a deep, indigo blue.

“Yes,” Kayden said, matter-of-factly. “It is.”

There was a new gleam in her eyes as Jocelyn smiled and nodded. It was put there, no doubt, by the bottle of wine.

“Well, I don’t have a bathing suit, obviously,” she said coyly. “But my bra and underwear are bikini-sized, and if you boys are willing to suspend your disbelief, so am I.”

She stood up and began shrugging out of her clothes, before either of us could say a word. Kayden and I looked at each other, but only for a moment. A split-second later, we were pulling our shirts over our heads.

“Wait!”

All three of us whirled at the sound of the new voice. Which, of course, I recognized immediately.

Fuck …

“Your little contest isn’t over quite yet,” the man behind us grinned. Kayden and I rolled our eyes in unison, as he approached Jocelyn and pushed forward a large plate with three forks.

“Not until you taste what I made for you.”