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“What about you guys?” she asked.

“What about us?” they parroted, making her laugh.

“You know what I mean.”

Mark looked at Chris. “No offense, and you know I love you, but I’m not going down on you, and don’t think you want that right now, either.”

“Hell, no,” Chris said. “Got any lube?”

“I’ve got lotion in my pack,” she said. “Unscented.”

“Perfect!” they parroted.

And that’s how she found herself in the middle, being kissed by both men as she held their cocks, their hands over hers as they thrust. All she had to do was lie there and enjoy it.

Which she did. There was something so tender and sexy about them that made her wish this could go on forever after they returned.

Ifwe return.

She banished that thought and tried to stay in the moment, to enjoy it. Mark came first, followed by Chris, both falling silent for a long, relaxed moment.

“Goddammit, now I have two of you to wrangle,” Mark playfully groused.

“Warned you,” Chris said.

“Warned him about what?” she asked.

“I told him it’s easy to collect sparkly unicorn vampires when you speak their secret language. Now he’s in double trouble.”

“That’sthe fuckin’ truth,” Mark muttered. “Now I got me not one, buttwopet sparkly vampire unicorns.”

She didn’t expect to giggle, because the situation wasn’t funny and she damned well knew it.

But…

She couldn’t help it. There was something so charming about Mark and his fake brusqueness, the cold, crunchy shell hiding his warm, gooey center and his love for Chris.

And how he talked as if he had no desire to get rid of her once they were rescued.

Please let us make it out of here.

CHAPTER 15

MARK

The afternoon of day six in the tent, while the snow had stopped the skies still looked steely dark and the gusty wind sent the trees rocking and creaking. The past few days had been filled with wind, snow, cold temps, rain, and more snow. Currently, low clouds blanketed the land, cutting their visibility.

It grew increasingly difficult for Mark to keep his hopes up. They’d been careful with their rations and could make it a couple of days before their food ran out.

To keep themselves occupied they talked, fooled around together, and napped.

Usually with Jesse snuggled between them.

Thank god for hand jobs.

The men took turns gathering firewood and brushing snow off the tent. They’d cut Jesse’s tent into pieces for additional insulation inside their tent. They could keep the temperature inside over fifty degrees, even in the middle of the night. During the day they frequently left the tent flap open to allow cool air in.

“When do you want to build the signal fire?” Chris quietly asked as they sat at the tent opening while Jesse napped.

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