Page 26 of Snowed In with Three Mountain Men

I slide my hand up the back of her neck, pushing my fingers into her hair and tugging back slightly so the dim light can hit her face. I want to see her reaction to this, every second of it, I want to drink it in. Sure enough, I can see that lust in her eyes, the need, the desire, her gaze not moving from mine as she rocks back and forth on top of my cock.

In all the time since she came crashing back into my life, this is what I’ve wanted. Whether I’ve been able to put it into words or not, this is what I’ve wanted, what I’ve needed more than anything. And as she moves down to kiss me again, I can tell that she feels the exact same way.

All the time that has passed seems to fall away to nothing as we move together again, my muscle memory popping back up into place to remember exactly how she likes to be touched, what she likes to have done to her. I skim my fingers over the small of her back beneath her jacket, listening to the little gasp she lets out as I touch her. When I kiss her, I swirl my tongue along the inside of her bottom lip, and her body presses into mine with even more urgency.

I can’t get enough of her. I can hardly believe it’s taken us this long to give in to what we both clearly need so badly, but damn, I’m glad that we finally got here…

I grip her hips again, moving up into her as hard and as deep as I can given the limited space around us, and I can tell she’s getting close. Her thighs are squeezing around me tight, and her body is hitting that pace it always does when she’s starting to lose herself to the pleasure—her jaw clenching, her breath coming hard and fast from her lungs, her body rocking and tensing against mine…

And then, at last, I feel it—the moment she goes over the edge. She gasps against my mouth as she reaches her release, her pussy squeezing around me. I drive myself up into her one last time and still myself there, the pleasure coursing out to every inch of my body as I reach my release inside of her.

All I can do is stare at her as she comes. I can remember all too clearly what it feels like, what it looks like to have her come for me like this. I have done my best to forget how fucking sexy she is, just for the sake of my own sanity, but it’s filling my head, my body, my system all over again, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

As she slowly begins to come back down to earth, her eyes drifting down to mine again, I know that whatever the hell is going on here has just gotten a whole lot more complicated.

And I have no idea how the hell I’m going to explain this one to the guys.

12

CHARLI

Lacingup my boots once more, I can’t help but notice that my hands are shaking. I do my best to ignore it, but truth be told, I know it’s more than just the terror of the attack that has me so freaked out right now.

The shooting from yesterday is still ringing in my ears, and I tossed and turned all night as I tried to put it out of my head. But how could I? I’m still scared that they could be out there, prowling the woods, trying to find this cabin so they can go after me and the guys.

And I know I could never forgive myself if something happened to them because of me. I just couldn’t. I still can’t believe that James has sent people out here as it is—I mean, I’ve been trying to convince myself that it was some mistake, some errant hunter who needs to get his eyes checked rather than someone actively trying to hurt us, but I know that’s not true. I know it’s him. I know the connections his father has, and how he’s used them to get what he wants before, and there’s not a chance in hell I would put it past him to use them to find me and make me pay for humiliating him like I did.

Callum and I haven’t spoken about what happened out there since we got back—not aboutanyof it, even the good stuff. Well, what I thought was the good stuff, anyway. Having sex with him again, it’s…it’s made everything a lot more complicated, that’s for sure. And yet, despite myself, I can’t really find it in me to give a damn, not when it felt so good to be with him again. His touch, his hands on me, his body against mine…it’s a reminder of everything I’ve missed all these years, and everything I’ve been doing my best to pretend to myself that I don’t crave.

But what about Dax? It’s not as though I can forget the kiss with him so easily. I don’t know if Callum has even told him about what happened in the woods—we arrived back late last night, and neither Chuck nor Dax said anything about it.

I get the feeling that Dax is going to flip out if he finds out he’s in any kind of danger—despite the kiss we shared, I can tell he’s still suspicious of me, not exactly pleased that I’m still hanging around even after all this time.

I’ve been hiding out in my room all day, but I need to get out and blow off some steam—and make sure there’s nobody skulking around the cabin. I can’t believe that they would give up so easily, not after they came all the way out to the woods to find me.

How did they even work out where I am, anyway? Did someone see the car? I have so many questions, so many that I know I’ll never get an answer to—but if there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that James won’t stop until he feels like he’s gotten the revenge that’s owed to him. And whatever that might be, it’s not going to be pretty for me.

Or for them.

Slipping out of my room, I head for the back door, past Dax and Callum who are sitting with their backs to me next to the fireplace. I can hear them talking, and I don’t want to interrupt. I figure there’s a lot they need to get out, and I’m not going to get in the way of it. God knows I’ve done enough of that as it is.

Outside, it’s actually pretty nice—I wish I could appreciate the sight of the sunshine a little more, but it feels almost exposing to be under such brightness right now, as though I’m in the midst of a police interrogation. It’s just so unsettling, knowing that there’s someone after me, and not having any idea what kind of story James has spun to everyone else.

At least I don’t have to worry about him turning my friends or family against me—it’s not like I had any of those left as it was, not by the time he was done with me.

I hear a slight humming a few yards away from me, and my head whips around to see Chuck in his greenhouse, crouched over and tending to one of his plants. I let out a breath of relief. God, I need to let go of some of this paranoia. These guys have been living out here for a while—I have to trust that they know what they’re doing when it comes to keeping a threat at bay.

Chuck seems to sense me watching him, and he glances up and flashes me a smile. I try to return it, but I feel like it reads as more of a grimace than anything else. He cocks an eyebrow at me, clearly not convinced, and jerks his head inside the greenhouse to indicate that I should come join him.

I hesitate for a moment, but then figure it’s a good plan. Anything to get my mind off the mess that’s going on inside my head. I make my way toward the greenhouse, and he pushes the door open to let me inside.

“Thanks,” I mumble, ducking under his arm. It’s warm in here, thanks to the sunlight being trapped by the glass planes around us, and feels almost cozy. Even though anyone could look in and see us, there’s something nice about how quiet it is, apart from the slight rustle of the leaves of the plants he’s tending.

“You’ve done a really good job with this place,” I remark as I take it all in. “I never had the patience for plants…”

“Really?” he replies, picking up the shears he was working with before I interrupted him. “I find it peaceful. Relaxing, even.”

“Even when you know you’re trying to provide food for your brothers?”

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