Page 32 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Chapter 12
Genevieve
If I keep up with indulging in wine every night, I’ll surely become an alcoholic by the time I got back to New York. I sipped from the glass of red wine that Brock had just poured for me. My third glass of the night. This would be my final glass, I vowed.
I lounged back against Brock’s warm chest on the sofa and smiled over at Tyler, who had taken possession of the rocker recliner across from us. I really wasn’t sure how this was supposed to work between the three of us. If it had been me there was no way I’d share either one of them with any other woman, the fact that they didn’t seem to mind sharing me was a foreign concept.
But who was I to complain? I’d felt awkward this morning, but after spending a day of intensely motivated writing, followed by a wonderful walk and all else that had happened, I decided that the best thing to do was count my blessings and take it day by day. I just had one rule for myself: Don’t get attached and don’t ever, ever fall in love with either of them.
The latter was a tough one for me. I tended to wear my heart on my sleeve and fell in love quickly. Love/lust—whatever way someone wanted to categorize it. I just needed to keep in mind this was a limited-time only offer. Period.
Looking up at Brock, I couldn’t help but ask his story. “I now know Tyler’s story. Why haven’t you wanted to get married or have someone in your life? Have you had any long-term relationships?”
He hesitated a moment before answering. “Never.”
“Never.” I readjusted myself against him so I could get a better look into his eyes. “Never had a girlfriend, or never had a long-term commitment?”
“Both.” Brock shrugged.
“Why?” The question was out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“Well, my entire family is athletic and goal-oriented. Our lives have revolved around the ranger patrol and skiing. It’s always been career first and family second. I spent most of my life training for the Olympics. I went to one game and got injured, I can still outski most people, but certainly not at Olympic standards anymore, my knees won’t allow for that. That’s when I followed in my family’s footsteps and started with the ranger patrol.”
“I see. Then there was no time for a woman,” I stated clucking my tongue off the roof of my mouth as I considered his words.
“None. Olympic training is grueling. You need to live, eat and breathe the sport. I moved here to settle down, but I guess I haven’t found the right one yet. It’s not like there’s an abundance of women in town and the tourists are just that—tourists. They come here, sometimes if one catches my eye, I’ll show her a good time and then they move on, or home, or whatever they do once they leave. Who knows?”
“Don’t you want kids?”
“Don’t you?” he countered. There was no anger or annoyance in his tone, more amusement then anything.
“Touché.” I couldn’t help but laugh, he had me there. I was drilling him on why he was still single and without kids while sitting in the exact same boat as he was.
“Touché, huh?” He cocked a brow at me and I saw a hint of something else in his eyes as our gazes locked.
I nodded. The room seemed to go deathly silent as our eyes met and my pulse accelerated. If I didn’t move away from him immediately then we were going to have a repeat of last night—but would that be such a bad thing? I’d been on cloud nine all day and my writing was coming along amazingly. It was as though being with them had sparked something in me—and I wanted more, so much more.
I’m not sure if it was me or Brock that made the initial move, but it was inevitable that our lips and bodies would come together.
His kiss, which tasted of the beer that he’d been drinking, wasn’t the sweet kisses of the previous night, but was filled with a passion and intensity that I’d never felt before. Just as suddenly as the kiss began, it ended.
“We’re not doing this here tonight,” Brock stated, standing.
“But…” My brow knit as I looked up at him. My God he was tall, towering over me. I’d never been with such a tall, muscular man in my life. Taking my hand, he pulled me to my feet and in one swoop bent and slung me over his shoulder.
“Come on, Tyler.”
I yelped, getting a sense of déjà vu.
I didn’t need to wonder where he was taking me as he crossed the room in several long, powerful strides, entering his bedroom. My hair cascaded over my eyes, blocking my view. Brushing my hair back, I looked up to see Tyler grinning at me.
“Not funny, Tyler. You guys know I can walk, right?” Despite my complaint, in this circumstance I enjoyed being manhandled.
“Are you going to complain that your constitutional rights are being infringed upon again?” Brock asked, giving my bottom a quick smack. The slap wasn’t so hard that it hurt, but it was hard enough to ignite the passion within me.
“Perhaps.” My answer got me another little slap before I was dumped onto the bed. I bounced twice and couldn’t help but laugh as I flicked my hair out of my face and stared up at the two gorgeous men before me.
This really couldn’t be happening—again. I was just a plain girl from New York who was a little to pudgy to be fitting into clothing in the regular girls’ section and had to shop on the big girls’ floor at Macy’s, but here I was lying on a bed in a cabin in Colorado with two of the sexiest men I’d even set eyes on staring down at me, intent on devouring me.
