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“Want me to go get her so you can snuggle together? I can meet you three upstairs, in our suite.” Cole stands. “It’s much more comfortable than the streaming room. I’ll bring some fucking electrolytes too. Gonna need to hydrate after that.”

“I thought we were finished?” I tip my head. Lingering—cuddling with them because they have some misplaced sense of duty, or worse, their guilt—is even more dangerous than the idea of letting three strangers fuck me on the internet.

Because my soul is tender and exposed.

Vulnerable to fairytales even more outlandish than Santas and their special elf.

True love.

Destiny.

Is my heart doing snow angels in my chest because these guys were my firsts, or is there really something else here? Even if I’m greedy and want more, surely three men like them could bag someone a hell of a lot sexier, more sophisticated, and more experienced than me.

“You’re not required to stay any longer.” Gabriel’s cold tone only reinforces my fears. Is my welcome worn out already?

Cole glares at him.

“Actually, it might not be safe for you to leave. Didn’t you notice the storm getting worse as you came up the mountain?” Pax asks quietly.

“I was a little preoccupied.” My shoulders slump. How awkward will it be if they wish I was gone but we have to hole up together?

“Let me call our driver and see what he thinks, okay?” Pax swallows hard as if he’s hoping I’ll tell him not to. But this is…a lot. I’m not sure where I stand with each of them. The urge to run is building again.

I nod.

The air is heavy as our silence lingers while Pax gets on the phone and relays the situation to their driver. His lips press together right before he hangs up. “I’m sorry, baby girl. The pass is closed. It won’t be open again until after the holiday, most likely.”

“I’m stuck here? For Christmas? With you three?”

“Such a shame.” Cole’s grin is at odds with hisaw shucksintonation. “Guess we’ll just have to make the best of it.”

CHAPTER 11

Ivy

Their idea of making the best of the holidays started with pampering me.

They let me sleep in, which was simultaneously thoughtful and disappointing, because I’d hoped to enjoy some private time with them in their massive bed. They were right. It put the sleigh bed to shame both in size and comfort. Between the mattress, which didn’t even have any springs jabbing me in the ribs, and their warmth radiating into me, I crashed all night and feel rested for the first time in…maybe ever.

Usually, the slightest sound will rouse me.

Not even the raging blizzard did that.

So it was a little too private when I woke, and there was only Snowflake to greet me with a purr and a head butt, as terrific as that was.

As soon as they heard me flush the toilet in their ensuite bathroom, which is bigger than my apartment, they sent Pax in to say good morning and check that I was alright.

He did so from a disgustingly safe distance and with all his clothes on.

Sure, he took incredible care of me—drawing a steaming bath, filling it with herb-scented salts, providing a robe so fluffyI’ll look like an unshorn sheep once I wear it, offering to wash my hair—in between asking me ten thousand times if I am sure they didn’t do any lasting damage when they ravaged me last night.

While I soak, only my shoulders and head are visible with my hair piled on top of my head and a six-inch layer of bubbles floating on the water. Each of them has come in to say hi and check on me.

Annoyingly polite.

Downright gentlemanly.

Cole at least had the indecency to show up without a shirt, his torso slicked with perspiration, and a pair of cotton navy shorts hanging low on his hips after what was obviously a brutal workout. I’m not surprised they have a gym in this place. It’s farmorethan I imagined anyone really had.

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