Page 12 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Chapter 5
Genevieve
Where in the hell am I? The bed was damn hard and my back was screaming at me as my eyes fluttered open and I surveyed the room. It took a moment, but the memories of the previous day came rushing back to me.
I’d been kidnapped and was being held prisoner! Well, not exactly, but close enough. I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere and so here I was, for God knew how long. At least the prison guards were hot enough. Despite being angry I couldn’t have helped feasting my eyes on their tight asses and broad chests—I was only human after all.
“Jesus, my back,” I groaned rolling over from my back and onto my stomach. Pulling myself up to my knees, I reached high above my head and stretched. I could feel the cracks as my joints and muscles pulled and stretched. Sitting back on my heels, I felt marginally better. Damn, I was only twenty-eight; hard bed or not my back shouldn’t be feeling this bad. Maybe it was time to start hitting the gym, maybe some yoga?
Sliding off the bed, the unmistakable smell of bacon drifted to my nose. Oh yes, now that was definitely the way to wake up!
The guys hadn’t grabbed any of my pajamas so I’d been forced to borrow a pair of Brock’s pajama bottoms and matched it with a tank top of my own. With him being a foot taller than me I had been forced to roll the pant legs up so I wasn’t tripping over them.
Going to the full-length mirror screwed onto the back of the door, I gave myself a good look-over. My hair was mussed and I looked kinda frumpy. My lips formed into a grimace. I was tempted to try and clean up, but in reality it wasn’t like I was trying to impress my captors anyhow.
Screw it, they can see me at my worst, what do I care?
I slowly opened the door, inviting the chitter chatter of both men to my ears, and peeked out. To the right of me were both Brock and Tyler, both in blue jeans and t-shirts that hugged their chests and torsos. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of them. Damn they were sexy. Were they that sexy last night?
Didn’t matter. I pulled myself up to my full height of 5′4. It’s not like anything would ever happen between me and either of them anyhow. I was only here until they released me. The thought of being “released” only made me angry all over again. I was stuck here until they let me go.
Tyler turned and his gaze immediately caught mine. “You’re up. Great. We’re almost done making breakfast. We were debating whether it was safe or not to come and wake you.” His lips turned into a teasing grin.
As much as I wanted to remain angry, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling back at him. He had the cutest smile, with dimples on either cheek. It was no wonder he had a drawer full of condoms and other stuff. I imagined he got a lot of action. I would wager that he had slept with most of the good-looking women in town. Then there happened to be the tourists that came through to indulge in the skiing. Why would he have a girlfriend when he had a buffet of women I was sure would fall to their knees for a chance with him?
“It would have been safe as soon as I smelled the bacon.”
“Ahhh. A bacon woman, are ya?”
“Everyone loves bacon, don’t they?”
He shrugged. “Anyone with taste, I suppose. Not sure I could trust a woman who didn’t like bacon.”
I shrugged. “I don’t think I could trust a man who didn’t like it.” We shared another smile. Maybe they weren’t so bad…
Hell no, you’re not going to fall for either of them. They’re trouble and severely out of your league, a voice in the back of my head warned. I hated that voice. It had kept me from going out of my comfort zone many times over the years. It kept me safe and secure…and single.
I groaned inwardly. Either way, it didn’t matter. I was pissed at them and having an attraction to them wasn’t going to change that.
Brock turned and looked at me. “Hey, morning. How did you sleep?”
I grimaced. “Okay, I guess. The bed was hard, but it wasn’t a big deal.”
“Yeah, Tyler likes it hard.”
My eyes narrowed as I caught my lip between my teeth. Was he teasing me? That was a tad inappropriate considering I’d just met the both of them.
“I’m messing with you, Genevieve. I meant nothing by it.” He nodded to the small four-person table. “Have a seat, it’s about done. I’ve got bacon, scrambled eggs, pancakes and breakfast potatoes. All, or just a portion of it? Pick your poison.”
“Fix me whatever. I’m famished,” I replied, my stomach grumbling its confirmation. Walking over to the table, I sat down, feeling a little uncomfortable with the fact they were serving me. I wasn’t used to people serving me outside of a restaurant environment.
“Great.” Brock smiled and went back to the wood stove that he was using to prepare the meal while Tyler set out the plates and began grabbing the food as it became done and dividing it between the plates.
I couldn’t help but ogle a little bit as I watched them work; it was surprisingly sexy. They seemed to have a fluid rhythm going that only a couple of people who knew each other extremely well could possibly have.
Once the four items were finished being cooked and plated the guys brought the three plates to the table, along with a pitcher of orange juice. They placed a plate of food in front of me, with the men sitting on either side of me each with a heaping breakfast. The smell of the eggs and bacon drifted to my nose with intensity. It smelled delicious. I prided myself on my skills at preparing breakfast, but Brock’s certainly looked even better.
“Is that bacon and cheese in the eggs?”
