Page 28 of Snowed In with Three Mountain Men

“I think I could use a little more help,” I confess, glancing over my shoulder at him. He doesn’t move his hands from mine, giving me a slight smile, as though he can tell what’s going on inside my head.

“I guess I can manage that.”

He moves my hands to the next plant that needs shearing, and moves the tool toward it. He has to inch slightly closer to me to get to it, but I can feel his chest against my back, the steady thud of his heart through his shirt.

“And just squeeze down on it like this…”

He puts a little pressure on my hands again, and this time, the shears slip slightly—I let out a gasp and stumble backward, trying to dodge them before I manage to impale myself or something, and they clatter to the ground before me.

“Hey, you alright?” he asks, sounding concerned. I inhale a deep breath, and nod.

“Y-yeah,” I murmur. “I’m fine. I just…gave myself a fright, that’s all.”

“You’re good,” he adds—and I realize that his hands have come to my belly to keep me steady, and that I’m pressed against him, nearly flush to his body. A throb of excitement moves through me.

What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Charli?I scold myself internally, but I can’t deny how good it feels to be this near to him, his hands resting on my stomach, his chest pressed against my back.

I wait for him to pull away from me. But he doesn’t. He stays right where he is, his strong hands holding me steady, and I try to convince myself to shift away from him, but…

But I don’t want to. I can feel my breath hitching in my chest. I couldn’t be making this more obvious if I tried, but it’s hard to give a damn, not when he feels this good, this close to me…

“You can let me go now,” I whisper to him—but it’s as clear to him as it is to me that I’m just saying what I think I should, not what I truly believe. I feel his mouth graze over the back of my head, his nose brushing into my hair.

“Do you want me to?”

“I…”

My head is spinning. His breath is warm on my neck, and his strength against me is comforting, soothing, after the mess of what happened yesterday. It’s not that I don’t trust Callum to keep me safe—at least, not when it comes to my physical safety. But something about Chuck is so steady, so strong, so seductively tempting…before I know it, I’m leaning back into him, embracing the feeling of his arms around me as I turn my head to kiss him for the first time.

His mouth meets mine with a soft caress, like he’s testing the waters at first. But as I move in closer to him, he deepens the kiss, his hands moving to my low belly, just above the cut of my jeans, easing up my shirt to brush his fingertips over the spot just above my mound.

I gasp as I feel his hand moving downward, and he breaks the kiss, shifting his lips to my neck instead. I glance down to see those strong, calloused hands moving toward my most intimate spot.

He pops the button on my jeans and dips his hand inside as he traces his tongue along my neck and up to my ear. His lips seal around my lobe, and he sinks his teeth lightly into my flesh, drawing a moan from between my lips. It crosses my mind, just for an instant, that he might have been thinking about this for a whole lot longer than I realize.

He cups his hand around my panties, his fingers massaging me softly through the fabric for a moment or two before he pulls them to the side. I rest my head back against his chest as he moves his lips down to my neck again, his fingers parting my folds with ease and teasing along the edge of my slit.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan. It’s clear he knows exactly what he’s doing, but I can’t help but wonder how long it’s been since he’s shared this kind of intimacy with a woman. Honestly, the thought of being his first in a long time is sexy as hell. Knowing that he’s waited for so long, but I’m the first in all that time to make him change his mind and decide that he wants to break his dry spell…

I angle my hips forward, letting his fingers push just an inch or two inside of me. He lets out a low growl against my ear at the feel of my pussy, and I’m already so wet from just his proximity that he easily slides himself another inch into me.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he murmurs against my neck, the movement of his mouth tingling across my skin. He guides his fingers all the way inside of me so his hand is pressed flat against my pussy—right here in the greenhouse, where either of his brothers could walk out the door and catch us at any second. Instead of scaring me into stopping, I find myself even more turned-on by the thought of it, how much danger we could be in, what might happen if we were interrupted, and I begin to rock my hips against his hand.

“That’s it, Charli,” he continues, his voice low and throaty, his head hooked over my shoulder so he can watch me moving against him. “Make yourself come for me. Make yourself come on my fingers…”

His orders are firm, almost demanding, and I find myself picking up the pace, beginning to move with more intentionagainst his hand as I draw closer and closer to the edge. I squeeze my thighs around his hand, holding him in place, and he arches his fingers slightly so he’s hitting my G-spot, that point of near-painful pleasure that draws another whimper from between my lips.

“I can feel how close you are, baby,” he murmurs, tongue teasing over my lobe in between his words. “I want to feel it. Just let go. Just let yourself come…”

I close my eyes, and with one more buck of my hips, I finally feel it—the orgasm breaking through me, coursing from the top of my scalp all the way down through my body, my toes curling in those oversized boots. I cry out, and he quickly covers my mouth with his, like he’s capturing the sound of my pleasure before anyone else can get to it.

I can feel myself pulsing around his hand, the throbbing pleasure of my orgasm taking control of me. For a moment, I forget about everything. I forget about James, I forget about having to flee my own wedding, I forget about the accident and being shot at yesterday. I forget about everything in the world but the deliciously selfish indulgence of letting myself come against his hand, his fingers stilling inside me as he allows me to grind myself down, taking exactly what I need from him.

When he finally pulls back from me, and I start to come back down to earth, I can feel the pressure of his cock against the small of my back. Instantly, another rush of desire moves through me. His fingers aren’t enough, no. I need all of him. And I need it now. I don’t care how risky it is, how likely it might be that we’re busted. I just want him, and it’s overtaking every other inch of good sense in my body.

I flip around and hop back up onto the table behind me, parting my legs and snaking them around his thighs to pull him in close. He pushes his hand behind my neck, pulling me toward him, and his eyes are dark with a desire that’s damn near intoxicating. This man wants me—all of me. And right now, there’s nothing I desire more than the feeling of his cock moving inside of me.

He kisses me again as my hands scrabble for his zipper, our tongues coming together in a hungry, needy frenzy. But before I can so much as undo his fly, a sound draws our attention, and we spring apart at once.

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