Page 32 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
My thoughts were conflicted, even as my own rising arousal dragged me kicking and screaming, closer to orgasm. I hadn’t wanted her here for several reasons, the least of which was in the event of something like this. She was just too beautiful, too adorable, too much of a distraction. I couldn’tblame any of us for wanting her, but wanting her took away from our goal, and our goal was already slipping away.
Still, I didn’t want this woman here for another reason; one that had nothing to do with what the three of us were trying to accomplish. I wanted her gone because being here was simply too dangerous. Whoever had left those tracks in the woods was getting bolder, and edging closer to the house. They were a complete unknown, and that concerned me enough. Even worse than that however, was the disquieting fact that they seemed totally unafraid.
My mind drifted invariably back to my dick, still comfortably ensconced in the blast furnace of her womb. Camryn’s beautiful blue eyes fluttered open, and awareness returned. They focused on me as if seeing me for the very first time.
“Come in me.”
Oh my fucking God.
Her wicked hips started up again, doing that churning, rolling, washing machine thing that she’d learned in some other universe. I couldn’t take it. I tried to prolong the pleasure, but the prolonging was only agony. Besides, I was defying her direct order; something she made me very aware of as she leaned forward, pressed her tits to my chest, and hovered those wet, pouty lips only a inch away from mine.
“I’m not asking, Jaxon,” she whispered, her eyes flaring dangerously. “I’mtellingyou.”
She kissed me softly, and I felt those lips curl into a demonic smile. And then that was it. That’s all it took. Surrender had never been sweeter as I lay back, stiffened all over, andlet that warm wave of familiar endorphins finally wash over my brain.
Fuuuuuuck!
I came like the world was ending, and maybe it was. One second I was desperately trying to kiss her back, the next I was exploding inside her, filling her with long, powerful jets of my hot, sticky seed. She was already so wet, already a mess, and maybe that’s what made it even better for me. There was a strange, twisted exhilaration in knowing she’d given herself so freely to all three of us, one by one by one. And as confusing as that initially seemed, it was an excitement I looked forward to exploring some more.
Camryn rode out the entire length of my orgasm, using those talented hips to drain every last drop I had. Eventually I pulled her down to the pillow beside me, and for the next minute or two we just stared at each other in silence, sharing a secret smile.
“I guess I should—”
I shushed her with my finger, then slid a protective arm over that warm, womanly body. I curled my hand beneath her waist, locking her in, pinning her against me whether she liked it or not.
She was our guest here now, and I supposed nothing could be done about it. She could live in the house. Sleep in Sarge’s bed. Come and go as she pleased.
But for right now at least, she wasn’t goinganywhere.
~ 17 ~
CAMRYN
They filed into the kitchen at pretty much the same time, rubbing their eyes and crudely adjusting themselves as men often do. I was way ahead of the game, though. I’d been up almost an hour already.
“Coffee?”
They dropped into their chairs, where I’d already set out a mug for each of them. Without waiting for an answer, I filled them with steaming brown liquid, then set the pot back on the warmer for safekeeping.
“Eggs are over easy, unless one of you wants them another way,” I sang cheerily. “Biscuits are in the oven. So is bacon. We’re out of pancake mix, though. Unless one of you is hiding it somewhere, because I searched the whole kitchen.”
Ryder smiled wearily at me, and raised his mug. I saluted him with the spatula, and got to work.
“Once I get my car started again, I’ll do a little shopping for—”
“Your car’s already downtown,” said Jaxon, nonchalantly. “At the shop.”
I spun around, excitedly. “It is?”
He nodded through a yawn. “I told Samson to tune it up, and winterize it as best he could. He’s throwing on a set of snow tires, too. They’re not the best, but you should be okay for a while.”
My stomach sank. I was torn between relief and worry.
“And… how much do I owe Sampson?”
“Nothing,” replied Jaxon. “He had those tires lying around, and he still owes me for some black and gray work he had done.” He made a dismissive gesture. “Call it a wash.”
He pointed to my keys — minus the car key — hanging from a hook on the wall. I wasn’t even sure how he’d gotten them.
