Page 44 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
I pretended to take time to think about it, then shuddered theatrically. “No. No, I don’t.”
“That’s the right answer, then.”
Long minutes ticked by, and I sat there propped up on one elbow, watching her sleep. Camryn had come here from so far away, all by herself, with no reservations. She’d had no family members to think about. No one to talk her out of it. That kind of solitude frightened the shit out of me, especially since I’d spent my entire life around other people, twenty-four seven.
But it was a ballsy move, too. The kind of move that took confidence, and will, and a ‘fuck it’ type attitude. Camryn was free in so many different ways, it was impossible to count them. But I admired her for every single one.
Eventually I slipped from the room, finally alone with my thoughts again. Was this right? Was it something she wanted too, or was she doing it only to please us?
I pictured Camryn in my mind’s eye, all peaceful and serene. The sex was amazing, but the last thing I wanted was to hurt her in any way. I wanted her to feel happy with us. I wanted her to feel safe, comfortable…
Most of all, I wanted to make it so that she never wanted to leave.
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CAMRYN
A midnight snack.
There was nothing in the world like it, really. Nothing as guilt-free and wholly satisfying than stuffing your face with free calories at one, two, even three in the morning. In those wee hours, no one was watching, and accountability was out the window. Even your conscience was sleeping.
Standing in the kitchen, warming my ass before the glowing embers of last night’s fire, I was happily crunching down on waffles and bacon. The latter I’d folded into the former, but not before layering my waffle bacon taco with real maple syrup, from a real glass jug.
“Unfuckingbelievable,” I sighed, licking my fingers.
True maple syrup was one of the first things I’d discovered upon moving up from Florida. It never occurred to me — at least not until I’d tasted the real thing — that the chemical amalgam of high fructose corn syrup and cellulose gum I’d been consuming my whole life had been nothing more than maple-flavored bullshit.
There was lots more I’d learned about since moving to the mountains, too. Real milk, for example. Fresh eggs. Was it weird that most of these were breakfast foods? I shrugged, not really caring. Some of life’s mysteries weren’t meant to be solved.
My belly sated — among other things — I turned my attention toward the cabin’s front door. For a brief, insane moment I considered stepping outside and looking around. I could find out what the boys were doing, maybe. See what the hell was going on.
Do they have an alarm system?
Not likely. When it came to the cabin’s technological amenities, the guys were up to date, even cutting-edge. But for some reason, security was lax. There were no cameras that I could see, no alarm keypads on any of the walls. I chalked it up to them being a trio of badass Marines. Wherever they’d roamed, they’d seen much more dangerous shit than this.
My thoughts drifted back to upstairs, and the delicious depravity of the previous evening’s sexual circus. Once again, I’d been seriously spoiled. I’d passed out this time, possibly in the middle of my umpteenth orgasm, only to wake up in Oakley’s bed, his strong arms wrapped around me. Apparently, he’d carried me there, because my own bed was ‘messy.’ His words.
It was a point I really couldn’t argue.
One more time I looked at the door, remembering the piles of dirt and rubble scattered around the house. At first I thought they were pouring a new foundation, but that made no sense. They weren’t digging footings because there were no form tubes. There was no concrete mixer, no pump truck. Besides, it was way too fucking cold for that.
No, the boys were either digging something up or they were burying something. And there were just too many holes, dug way too haphazardly, for them to be burying anything. Anything but…
A body.
“Really, Camryn?” I scoffed at myself. “Or should I say, Nancy Drew?”
I took the last bite of my waffle, and tucked the rest of the bacon back into the fridge. Then I wiped down the counter, cleaned up the crumbs, and eliminated every last trace of my midnight snack attack.
The door beckoned one last time, but sanity quickly took the reins again. I was barefoot. Barely dressed. And it wasn’t just freezing outside, it was outright deadly. With the wind chill it had to be twenty below. No, it was definitely best to head back to bed. If I moved quietly enough, I could slip back into Oakley’s bed before he even knew I was—
My whole body froze at the bottom of the staircase. I’d barely placed a hand on the banister, when suddenly every hair on the back of my neck stood straight on end.
There was a figure standing in the corner of the room.
It was behind me and to the right, just at the edge of my peripheral vision. It could’ve been a trick of the shadows, only it wasn’t. It could’ve been an optical illusion, except that illusions didn’t have arms and legs.
Keep moving!
