Page 27 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
RYDER
We fed another few logs into the fire at her request, and dimmed the lights. We even let her pick the movie. What we didn’t let her pick however, was her spot. That was chosen for her.
“All good?” she asked sweetly, before settling in between us.
Oakley had shifted over a little, giving her the room to sit down. But not much. If he had the same idea I did, he wanted to feel one of those warm, supple thighs pressed against his. It was only natural. Camryn had the most beautiful face I’d ever kissed, and curves in all the right places. I’d memorized her body in the shower, burning a blueprint of it straight into my brain.
I wanted her badly; in ways I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. And now she was relaxing beside me, in a sweatshirt that went down just far enough to make her seem naked beneath it. It seemed almost a shame to throw the couch blanket over all three of us, but the blanket was part of my plan.
“Popcorn?”
She planted the bowl in her lap, which was perfectly situated between us. Then, smiling, she started the movie. It was some Netflix romcom, of course. She’d promised it wouldn’t be too sappy, and witty enough to keep our interest. How she knew all this about a movie she hadn’t seen, I didn’t have a clue. But I wasn’t here for the movie. I wasn’t here for the popcorn.
I was here for the raincheck I’d promised her earlier.
The fire crackled with new life, warming the room even further as the movie played out. By the time the popcorn was empty, I was holding her hand. Our bodies relaxed, our legs touched. Within the warm womb of our shared blanket, her bare thigh was like fire against mine
“Be right back.”
Oakley abruptly got up, leaving the two of us all but cuddling on the couch. Camryn’s eyes were on the movie, her angelic face lit by the TV’s glow. Beneath the blankets however, her soft skin was sliding against mine. She inched even closer, relaxing into me.
She straightened up however, as Oakley returned with a glass of ruby red wine.
“Is that—”
He held up the bottle, and her whole face lit up. Her pretty mouth dropped open in recognition.
“How the hell did you know?”
He grinned. “I saw an empty bottle of it back at your cabin. Figured you could probably use some, after what you’ve been through, so I made a quick stop.”
I shot him a dirty look as he set the bottle down and handed her the glass. Camryn drank deeply, then toasted him with the biggest, brightest smile in the world.
You little shit, I mouthed silently, behind her back. But Oakley only flipped me off in return.
Eventually we returned to the movie, pulling the blanket back over us. She was leaning into us both heavily, now. In fact,the more she drank, the more she melted into the soft leather couch.
The movie played on, and this time Camryn’s hand found mine. I rubbed it gently, letting my fingers play in her palm. They traveled up and down her arm, then transferred to her thigh. All while she sipped wine and watched the movie, with the most contented expression in the world.
Eventually her glass was empty, so I reached for the bottle and poured her another. Camryn thanked me with a grateful sigh, then cuddled deeper into my arm. It was all the go-ahead I needed to let my hand — the one still beneath the blankets — travel further north, tracing along the inside of that warm, beautiful thigh.
I pierced her sleep shorts, and kept going. There was no way I was missing out. I’d slipped a finger through those warm, wonderful folds while in the shower, so I’d already planted my flag. This was my territory. I’d already claimed it, and so—
My mind was blown as I finally reached my goal. Oakley’s hand was already there, his fingers working slowly but steadily in and out of her. I should’ve known by her breathing. I should’ve known by the little noises she was making, or how far apart her legs had fallen.
I glanced at Oakley. His smirk was legendary. He winked at me, and I growled.
Damn, I couldn’t believe he’d beaten me to the punch!
Down beneath the blankets, Camryn’s loose-fitting sleep shorts were pulled over to one side. She was slick and warm, and now her breathing was coming in quicker, more ragged gasps. With Oakley already working her over, I did the only thing I could do:
I shoved his hand aside and took over.
Camryn gasped as I slid two fingers inside her, biting her lip against the blissful agony. She arched her back a little, until Oakley began kissing her, and then I was jealous of that too.
Fuck!
Lifting her sweatshirt exposed her bare breasts, and I leaned forward to take one pert nipple into my eager mouth. After kissing her some more, Oakley followed suit. Together we feasted on her incredible breasts, her smooth skin smelling like toasted marshmallow, and somehow, tasting just as sweet.
