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We step out of the sleigh, sinking into snow up to our knees. The guys grab the rest of the bags and follow Jo and me up the steps and into the cabin.

"I have to admit that I've been looking for a reason to do a cabin like this for ages. I'm glad Charlie called and gave me the excuse," Josays, slipping off her hat and goggles to reveal bright blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes.

"What do you mean 'like this'?" Theo asks from behind me.

"You'll see," she winks, grinning at us.

Her smile is infectious, and I can't help but return it as I follow her into the main living area. I only make it a few steps before I stop short, my brain short-circuiting. Thick honey-colored beams soar above us, leading the eye to the far wall, which is made of one massive window, offering an incredible view of the mountains. It's spectacularly beautiful. Henry lifts me, shuffling forward several feet, and sets me down inside the room so the rest of the guys can come in.

"I really hope you like it here," Jo says, her eyes sweeping the cabin like she's trying to make sure she didn't miss anything. "I've always wanted to design something that would work for non-traditional relationships, and when Charlie called me, I knew it was a sign. The other cabins are only suited for couples, so this was outside the box for us." She prattles on, but my attention is drawn by the cozy fireplace and the gigantic rug in front of it.

"I'm sure it's going to be perfect, Jo." I shiver as Henry sweeps his hand down my back intimately, letting me know exactly what he's thinking.

She leads us over to the kitchen, opening the fully stocked refrigerator.

"There are all sorts of drinks in here. Wine, beer, canned cocktails, water and juices. There's a coffeemaker on the counter and a kettle on the stove for tea and coffee. There's a full bar at the lodge, as well. You'll find a daily menu in the notebook on the dining table. You can come to the lodge to eat or we can bring your meals here, just let us know. If you decide you want to cook, just text me an ingredient list, and I can have it for you the next day. Charlie gave me a list of basics, but if anything is missing, we can get it for you." She leads us out of the kitchen to a door on the opposite side of the cabin. "Fresh wood will be delivered to your porch daily. Cleaning will come whenever you request it. We won't just show up to clean since so many of our guests want privacy. And now the pièce de résistance." She throws thedoor wide, revealing a large suite with a mammoth bed, easily big enough for six people.

"When we pulled up, of course I thought it was beautiful, but I was worried about the bed situation. You have no idea how much this means to us," I tell her, relief flooding through me.

"I'm so glad we could accommodate," Jo says, her eyes shining with pride. But this isn't even the best part." She steps inside the bedroom, walking to another door on the far wall. She doesn't say anything as she opens it; she just watches our faces. I nearly melt on the spot when I see the gigantic sunken jacuzzi tub

"Are you serious!" I squeal, walking to the edge and bending down, swishing my hand through the steaming water. Three weeks isn't going to be nearly long enough.

Jo shows us how to drain the tub and the panel on the wall that controls the water temperature and jets. Lastly, she shows us how to work the shower. The walls are made of stacked boulders, the showerheads buried into the walls and ceiling. There's plenty of room for the four of us to shower and dootherthings without hitting our elbows.

"Any questions?" Jo asks, walking back to the family room and perching on the armrest of a beautiful, tufted leather couch.

"I don't think so," I answer, shaking my head, still thinking about the tub.

"If you think of anything, it's probably answered in the notebook, but feel free to text me anyway. I'll leave you to 'unpack' now," she says, air quotes around unpack, giggling as she pulls her hat and goggles back on and steps out into the snow.

I don't even have the door closed completely before Dylan presses me against it, his hips pinning me in place. Theo approaches, but Dylan blocks him. "I don't want to share right now," he says roughly, boxing me in with his arms.

Theo holds up his hands and backs away. "Fucking hell, Dylan. Isla, are you okay with us taking turns today?" he asks, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Yes," I breathe, gasping as Dylan drags his tongue down my throat.

"I get her last," Henry says, his heated gaze capturing mine from across the room, promising all sorts of dirty things. I'm not sure how I'm going to survive three weeks of this, but I'm sure as hell going to have fun trying.

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Dylan scoops me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom, slamming the door behind us with his foot.

"Let me at least shower off first," I gasp, melting against him as he nips at my collarbone.

"Why?"

"Because I'm pretty sure I still have jizz dripping out of me from last night."

"Is that supposed to deter me?" He sets me down, pushes my jacket from my shoulders, and tosses it onto the bed.

"I kind of thought it would, to be honest."

"I wouldn't share you if somebody else's semen bothered me, Freckles."

I lift my arms, allowing him to pull off my sweatshirt, and before I can blink, my bra is on the floor by my feet.

"Fucking finally," he groans, palming my tits, pushing them together, dragging his tongue from one to the other. I pull him closer, moaning as he pulls one nipple into his mouth, teasing with his teeth before sucking hard. He walks me backward until my knees hit the mattress, pushing me down. "God, you're beautiful," he murmurs, hisgaze like wildfire on my skin. He takes his time unlacing my boots and pulling them off, then climbs up on the bed, hovering over me like a heartbreakingly beautiful fallen angel, coming to do all sorts of bad things to my body. When I can't stand it any longer, I pull his face down to mine, running my tongue along the seam of his mouth before sinking my teeth into his lush bottom lip.

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