Page 83 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
It was then that I realized I loved them, and not in the normal ‘new boyfriend’ puppy-love kind of way. No, when it came to these men I loved their verysouls. I worshiped them physically, with both body and mind, just as I adored them emotionally, investing in every aspect of their hopes and dreams.
I loved Oakley’s warm heart, and stubbled smile. Ryder’s raw strength and unapologetic presence; the one that so frightened me at first, until I saw the boyish affection that lay beneath. I loved the depth of Jaxon’s complexity; from his brooding outer shell to the kind, overflowing heart at the center of his being.
I loved them, sure. That part was easy. But there was another part, too. One I could no longer hide by pushing it down, and suppressing my rising feelings.
I wasinlove with them.
Fuck.
And not just one, but all three of them.
Triple FUCK.
The very presence of these men filled my heart with warmth and love, just as they nudged my thighs apart and filled me in other ways, too. Our days were laughter. The nights were love. I drifted off to sleep cocooned in the heat and mess of our never-ending lovemaking, spooned from both sides, buried beneath a pile of arms and legs and corded, steel-like muscle. I’d never felt so happy, so safe, so utterly desired. My thirst for them was unquenchable. Their hunger for me, unending.
And through it all, the storm kept raging… the snow falling, blowing, sweeping contentedly over us. It buried the cabin, buried the mountain, buried our very lives. An unstoppable force of nature, it created a perfectly untouchable bubble. Our own sacrosanct little world.
In every way, freezing us in time.
And so I loved and cherished and devoured them, every chance I got. And the boys did the same to me, engulfing mein their strong arms, pinning me down, taking me at will. They took turns loving me in countless new ways I’d never been loved before. Which of course was bittersweet, because I knew in my heart that in a million, trillion years… I could never hope to be loved like this again.
Which is why it was so terrifying, when the snow finally stopped.
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CAMRYN
“Crunchy eggs, coming right up!”
Ryder marched proudly back to the stove, as the others exchanged glances that made me chuckle. Jaxon sighed into his coffee and rolled his eyes. Oakley looked downright apologetic.
“Hey…” I whispered, gathering them close. “What’s the secret ingredient he puts in the eggs to make them—”
“Panko bread crumbs,” Jaxon said, without a hitch.
I thought for a long, awkward moment. “Eww.”
“You think that’s bad?” Oakley inquired glibly. “It used to be Grape Nuts.”
I actually winced. “The breakfastcereal?”
“Yup,” he chuckled. “The breakfast cereal no one likes.”
I giggled. “Is that their slogan?”
“It sure as fuck should be,” Jaxon grumbled.
The grumbling, I knew, was mostly for show — especially on a day like today. The morning had dawned bright and clear, the sun shining with a blinding brilliance that unfrosted the windows, and penetrated our souls.
Outside, it looked like freedom.
The boys had been up well before dawn. They’d cleared and started the Marauder, as well as blasted a path down to the street. Service had come back, and messages had come through. Mrs. Veraldi — an elderly widow higher up on the mountain than even us — hadn’t been heard from, and needed checking in on. Oakley received orders to report in if possible, which they knew he could, and Jaxon was dying to get back into town, for reasons unknown.
“And you’re absolutelysureyou want to stay?” Oakley asked me for the third time, stirring his coffee.
Reluctantly, I nodded. “I’m sure. With all the things you need to do, I’d only be in your way right now.”
Jaxon looked disappointed as he absently rubbed his bearded jaw. I winked at him, the both of us sharing the same secret as to why it might be sore.
