Page 51 of Snowed In with Three Mountain Men

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I assure him quickly, covering my emotions with a smile. “I just…I just can’t remember the last time that someone…anyone…was really there for me the way the three of you have been.”

Silence settles over the room for a moment. I know that’s a big statement, but it’s true. I’ve spent so long feeling like I’m utterly alone in the world. Being with James, it was as though I was cut off from every other person, knowing I had to keep his secrets at the risk of my own safety.

But here, I don’t have to try and hide that. Here, I can be honest with them and myself. After all, they’ve seen me at my worst, my very, very worst. I crashed into their lives fleeing a wedding in the middle of a blizzard, certain that I was doomed to be dragged back there one way or another. And they have shown me, without a shadow of a doubt, that there is so, so much more to the world than that. So much more than I could ever have imagined.

And I am beyond grateful to them for it.

“Thank you,” I whisper, looking around the room at the three of them. “Thank you for…for everything. I don’t think I would have survived this without you. Any of it.”

Callum leans forward and presses a kiss against my head. There’s something so intimate about the way he kisses me, even when the others are watching. I know I don’t have to hide how much I like all of them—there doesn’t seem to be that jealousy, that questioning about whether or not I’m serious about all of them when one of them touches me like this.

“Well, you did,” he murmurs.

“And I’m proud of you,” Chuck adds. I can feel Dax watching me from the other side of the room—his gaze is intense, and I’m sure he’s silently telling me that he’s right there with them. That he’s glad that they found me, and that I came here, and that we’ve finally taken the first steps to bringing down James for good.

“Now, let’s get you out of these clothes,” Callum murmurs. “You need to rest up.”

“Oh, that’s okay, I can manage the bath,” I reply, laughing lightly—but then I see the way they’re all looking at me, and something shifts in my stomach. Oh.Oh.

“I’d like to help too,” Chuck adds, moving in behind me. Slowly, he slips his hands around my shirt and begins to undo the buttons, one at a time. As each one pops open, Callum’s gaze drops down to my chest, my breasts exposed in the warm, steamy air—and as soon as the last one falls apart, he leans down to draw my nipple into his mouth.

I gasp at the feeling of his teeth against my breast, Callum’s tongue swirling around my nipple as Chuck wraps his arms around me and presses his lips to my neck. I can’t believe this is happening. Of course, I’ve been with all of them individually, but this…this is something else entirely.

I feel a pair of lips close over mine, and I reach up to pull them closer—it’s Dax. He’s kissing me. All three of them, their mouths are on me, exploring me, teasing me, like they can’t get enough, and all I can do is sink into the sheer pleasure of this sensation and let it get the better of me.

Chuck pulls me to my feet, and Callum drops to his knees and undoes my jeans, tugging them down, his breath just an inch or two from my pussy. Dax pushes a hand into my hair andguides my head back toward him as I step out of my jeans and underwear, his tongue snaking past my lips with a barely restrained hunger that sends shivers all the way through my body.

“Come on,” Chuck murmurs softly against my ear, and he guides me toward the bath—the water is warm and steamy as I sink beneath the surface, all three men gathering at each side of the clawfoot tub to gaze down on me.

I flick my eyes between the three of them, trying to work out if this is really happening, if this can actually be real, all three of them wanting me like this. These triplets, these physical copies of one another who are so different in who they are as people—but the one thing they seem to have in common is that they’ll do anything they can to pleasure me, and I don’t see why I should deny myself that for another instant.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this,” Chuck murmurs, trailing his fingers over the water and staring down at me. There’s something about the heat of their gazes on me that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, pleasure prickling through every inch of my body at once.

“You think so?” I reply, playing at innocent as I let my hand move between my legs. I want to put on a show for them—I want them to see how much they turn me on, how grateful I am that they’re so willing to let me break into this perfect little world they’ve built just to keep me safe. And as their eyes follow the movement of my hands, I watch as Callum moves his hands to the zipper of his jeans, pulling out his cock. I can see a glint of pre-cum glistening at the tip of it already, and I let out a gasp as he strokes himself a couple of times at the sight of me.

I begin to trace my fingers around the edge of my clit, just teasing myself—I’m in no rush to go over the edge. No, I want this to last. Glancing to Chuck and Dax, I raise my eyebrows with a playful expectancy.

“I want to see all of you,” I breathe to them, a little nervous—is this too much?

But then, without another word, both of them do the same as Callum, and draw themselves into their hands. Chuck’s cock is rock-hard, and he grips it tight, holding himself still, while Dax moves his fist up and down his shaft a couple of times, clearly keen to relieve some of the tension that seeing me like this has built up in him.

Once I’m sure they’re all ready, and I have every bit of their attention, I move my fingers to my clit and start to play with myself.

I let out a soft, demonstrative moan, the sound filling the room along with the steam still rising from the bath. I can feel their eyes on me, even as my own drift shut, and it’s the most erotic thing in the world—being on display for them in such an intimate moment, allowing them to see me like this, to drink in the sight of me getting myself off for their viewing pleasure.

“Jesus,” Chuck growls, and he reaches down into the bath, his hand slipping beneath my ass and squeezing hard. The way he touches me, it’s like he wants to own me—not to control me, but to make sure that everyone knows I belong to him, to them.

Dax’s hand moves into my hair and he guides me toward him to kiss me again. I can feel him moaning against my mouth, the sound of it sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. Callum moves his hand beneath the water to begin tomassage my breasts, his fingers brushing over my nipples and occasionally pausing to pinch and tug at them.

The sensations that are coursing through my body are so intense, so hard to control, that I find myself unable to think straight—all I can focus on is the way it feels, the way I want to give myself to these men completely and utterly. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do in this moment to please them, because they have shown me that there’s nothing they won’t do for me. The commitment, passion, care, and protectiveness they’ve given me since I arrived here…it’s more than I ever could have imagined.

My fingers are moving with more intensity against my clit as Dax sinks his teeth into my lower lip, Chuck’s hand moving a little further beneath the water to graze my asshole. Callum grabs my breast, squeezing softly, sending a shock of pleasure through my body beneath the water.

And when Dax pulls back, I open my eyes once more and take in the sight of them all around me. I have never felt more powerful in my entire life—seeing these three men on their knees around me, stroking themselves to the sight of me, kissing and touching and grabbing at whatever part of me they can get their hands on, it’s the sexiest thing in the world. I still my fingers against my clit, but the orgasm has already hit hard, a shock wave of pleasure coursing through my body as another whimper draws out from between my lips. I can’t control it, can’t even pretend to. My body bucks against my hand beneath the water, grinding into my fingers as I go over the edge and into the release I need so badly.

And it seems like the sight of me like that is all it takes to push them over the edge and into their release. Dax comes first, his mouth just an inch or two from mine, and the sound he makes when he reaches his release is everything to me—the low, deepgrowl, as though the pleasure is rising up from some place deep down inside of him that he can’t even begin to control. And then, a few moments later, Callum goes over the edge too—his eyes lock onto mine as he finishes, his body tensing for a moment as he reaches his release before he sinks back on his heels to catch his breath.

Chuck is the last to go, his hand grabbing tight to my ass as though he’s drinking in the feel of me one last time before he comes. And when he does, a smile cracks over his face, blissed-out, as he tips his head back and inhales deeply.

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