Page 54 of Two Times the Mountain Men
The one thing that the gun couldn’t do for me was help me navigate the rental truck over the ice- and snow-packed back roads at night. I was going at such a snail’s pace that it felt like it would take me forever to get there, but after several slips and near collisions with trees that seemed to jump right out in front of me, the cabin came into view.
I couldn’t wait to see the guys and their expressions when I pulled up and burst through the front door to announce that I loved them and wanted to spend the rest of my life with them. I couldn’t entertain the thought that they would change their mind over the past few days and no longer wanted me. That option wasn’t on the table at all.
As I pulled up to the cabin, there was a soft glow coming from inside and I could make out their outlines. Good, they were up. With it being close to midnight I wasn’t so sure and standing on the front porch pounding on the door to wake them up in the freezing cold wasn’t my idea of a good time.
Parking the truck next to theirs I cut the engine and pulled the key from the ignition, stuffing it into my purse before exiting the vehicle. I hadn’t even had a chance to close the truck door when the front door of the cabin was thrown open and my two men came charging out, with rifles pointed at me, wearing plaid flannel pajama bottoms and t-shirts.
“Umm. Guys? Not quite the welcome I was hoping for.” Closing the truck door, I took a couple steps toward them.
“Genevieve?” Tyler stepped away from the door and to the top of the stairs, lowering the gun, with Brock following suit.
I gave a nervous laugh. “Yes, it’s me. Who else would it be?”
“Wait. You’re supposed to be in New York.” Brock walked past Tyler and down the stairs to meet me at the foot of the step.
“New York isn’t where I’m supposed to be.” I gave him a weak smile, a little uncertain of this welcome. I’d envision them to be more excited than this, perhaps sweep me off my feet both literally and figuratively.
“I don’t understand. What are you saying?” Tyler came to stand beside Brock.
I kicked at a little ball of ice snow between my feet and theirs before looking up and gathering the strength to take the biggest risk of my life. “I’m saying that I’m in love with you two.” I looked at Brock. “I’m in love with you Brock.” Then turned my attention to Tyler. “And I’m in love with you Tyler. And if the offer still stands I want to be here with you guys.”
“For how long?” Brock asked, his expression still unreadable.
Taking a deep breath in, I slowly released it and smiled a little wider, “Forever if you’ll have me.” The guys looked at each other and they seemed to silently have a conversation that I wasn’t privy to. When they turned their attention back to me they were both smiling.
Brock was the first to place his rifle on the stairs and then step forward, wrap his arms around my lower waist and raise me up off my feet. I squealed as I wrapped my arms around his neck and look down into those brilliant pale green eyes that I dreamed about every night since I’d left them.
“I love you too, baby,” he whispered; every bit of love he was feeling was reflected in his eyes as he stared up at me. Holding tight to him, I lowered my lips to his. His kiss was electric, awaking every nerve in my body and making me ache for him. But the kiss ended way too quickly and before I knew it I was back on my feet and being spun around to face Tyler.
When Tyler stepped forward, he slipped a hand to the back of my head and looked deep into my eyes. The light coming from the open doorway against his profile gave him a dark and mysterious look that just increased his sexiness if that were even possible.
“Baby, I love you too.” His voice was so deep and smooth it nearly made my knees buckle under me. And when his lips came to meet mine as he pulled me into his embrace, I moaned. His kiss also ended much quicker than I’d have liked.
My heart was so full, I felt sure it was going to burst through my chest at any minute. “So now what?” I asked him.
Tyler’s grin returned but this time it had a wicked curve to it. “Well, considering you’ve been a bad, bad girl by leaving us, I think a punishment of some sort is in order.” He looked over at his partner. “Don’t you agree, Brock?”
“Oh I do.”
“Punishment?” I cocked a brow up at Tyler. “Care to be more specific?”
“Baby, I’m not going to tell you,” he bent and picked me up off my feet, with one hand under my legs and the other behind my back, pulling me tight to his hard wall of a chest. “We’re going to show you.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I nuzzled my face against the crook between his shoulder and neck and was greeted by the tantalizing smell of soap and aftershave. “I think I’m going to like that.”
“We’ll see.” He began to ascend the stairs and crossed the threshold with me eagerly anticipating what the night had in store for me. Not just tonight, but the rest of my life with my two mountain men.
