Page 103 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
“After a few more rounds maybe,” he teased. “After all, youdid say we needed to make you our girlfriend.”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I guess I did.”
My stomach erupted with butterflies, as two hot mouths closed over my breasts simultaneously. I looked down at Ryder and Oakley, then up at the ceiling in rapture. Their tongues began rolling in wicked circles, as I stroked Jaxon up and down.
I still marveled at the absurdity of it all. I’d started with nothing — a freezing cold cabin, a broken down car. And now I had diamonds. A half-finished novel. A warm, beautiful cabin I was sharing with three gorgeous boyfriends, who already treated me like family.
Most of all I had the one thing I’d been missing for a long time now.
I had love.
“Fine…” I purred, finishing my stretch. “Make me your girlfriend, even if it takes all night. All morning, too.”
My hands sifted into two heads of soft, thick hair. Their mouths worked hungrily, as their fingers began roaming.
“Just guarantee one thing…”
“Anything,” Oakley murmured around my nipple.
I chuckled, merrily.
“Promise me we’ll take a midnight snack break.”
EPILOGUE
CAMRYN
I blinked and a cupcake appeared on my desk. Red velvet. Blue frosting. A lit candle, protruding from the top.
Someone sure knew the way to my heart.
“Happy birthday!”
I spun in my chair, and found myself marveling at how all three of them could sneak up on me at once. They weren’t exactly small, you know; not one single place on their tall, gorgeous bodies. And believe me, I’d checked every square inch.
“My birthday was back in August,” I protested. “Remember?”
The fond looks on their faces told me they’d remembered. My body sure as hell remembered. Certain parts of it, anyway.
“Ryder’s an idiot,” declared Oakley. “What he should’ve said is happyanniversary.”
“Anniversary…” Recognition slowly dawned on me. “You mean—”
“Yup! One year ago today, we carried you through our front door.”
My mouth dropped open. God, could it really be a wholeyearalready? It seemed like only yesterday I’d been a stranger in this cabin, sleeping on the couch my first night here. I’d hadan evil landlord. A fire-mangled hand. A bank account so empty, you could hear an echo.
But just after that, everything had moved incredibly quick. The boys and I rode out the winter and shared a spectacular Rocky Mountain spring. In no time I was soaking up the summer sun and enjoying cool, comfortable July nights, where the hills spread out beneath us, glowed with fireflies. Fall came, and the mountain exploded in orange and yellow and bright, beautiful gold. We camped out and enjoyed the crisp autumn air, until the leaves fell fast and winter roared back with vengeance on its mind.
And through it all? Love. Laughter. Success. I’d finally finished my novel, then released it to modest sales but resounding reviews. In time, it was the reviews that propelled it along, snowballing my writing career into something even bigger than I could’ve imagined. And now I wasn’t just working on my next story, anymore. I was working on a sequel, as well.
“C’mon, blow!”
I turned back to the candle, put my lips together, and obliged them. Shit, I didn’t even make a wish, first. Then again, was it really all that surprising? What should a girl wish for, when she already has everything she wants?
“Thank you!” I said, popping the candle between my lips. As the sweetness of the icing hit my tongue, I felt abruptly guilty. “I— I should’ve probably—”
“Gotten us something?” Jaxon smirked.
