Page 37 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

Nico stills, my legs still locked around his waist as Booker curses under his breath and lets go. I taste the saltiness of his essence as it hits my tongue.

I swallow every drop while looking deep into his eyes.

I’m drunk with power, high from the arousal, twitching and trembling in the sweetest kind of agony. I’m the most beautiful woman ever lived, and despite the gargantuan gaps in my memory, one thing I know for sure.

They were made for me.

And I was made for them.

8

Chance

Much like a good dream, this was bound to come to an end.

We’re all feeling it. On a level, Anya must be feeling it, too. The return to the real world. It’s been incredible being up here on the mountain, away from everything—just us and this angel, reunited after so much pain and suffering.

“Where is she?” I ask Booker as he walks into the kitchen.

“Sound asleep,” he says.

With almost mechanical movements, he pours himself a cup of coffee and joins me at the breakfast table, where an early morning feast awaits: maple-glazed bacon, scrambled eggs, plenty of cheese and toast—these are part of the last batch from our fridge and pantry. Whether we like it or not, we have to go into town for supplies.

“And Nico?”

“Outside getting the truck ready,” I say. “We should be able to reach the main road into town by nightfall.”

“Am I a dick if I don’t want us rushing to get there?”

I give Booker an amused glance. “I thought you were the most righteous among us.”

“Well, I’m also conflicted,” he sighs, adding some eggs and bacon to his plate. He doesn’t seem to have much of an appetite, choosing to nurse his black coffee instead. “She needs to see a doctor, and she needs to know the truth.”

“Booker, we don’t know the whole truth,” I remind him. “And I need a computer tech from the sheriff’s department to help me scrub that USB drive. I tried everything with our equipment, but there’s not much I can do from here.”

“Anya still doesn’t know about the drive, does she?”

I shake my head. “We agreed to keep quiet on the matter. I kept quiet.”

“So did we. There’s no point in riling her up about something she doesn’t fully remember, and if the doc is right and we force the memory recovery process, we could do more damage than good,” Booker sighs. “Dammit, I don’t want to go back into town.”

“Neither do I. But we must. We’re low on supplies, too.”

He frowns and adds a few pieces of cheese, which he also moves around the plate with his fork, barely eating any. “This could’ve been a fresh start for Anya.”

“It’s not. I think it was more of a fresh start for us.”

Nico joins us in the kitchen, his cheeks and the tip of his nose red from the cold. “We’re going to have a frost on our hands again,” he warns. “I definitely need to get to town and stock up on gas for the backup generator, among other things.” He pauses, noticing the glum look on our brother’s face. “Still miffed about it, huh?”

“I’m not the only one,” Booker mutters.

“It has to be done,” Nico says. “We keep her safe until we know what we’re dealing with.” He points to a small tin box on the kitchen counter next to the coffee machine. “Grab that. We’re going to need it for Sheriff Mills.”

I reach over and take the box, then shake it once. I recognize the sound all too well. “The slugs from Anya’s car.”

“We need forensics on this,” Nico replies. “And Anya needs a doctor before we push for her to remember. The more we learn, the better prepared we’ll be.”

It doesn’t take long for Booker to regain his motivation surrounding the truth-seeking part of this mission. He nods slowly, staring at his coffee. “If Anya was coming up here to deliver that USB drive, and somebody wanted to kill her before she reached us, then they’re probably still out there.”

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