Page 79 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
I was still staring out the window, wondering what became of our little clearing. We’d made a huge snowman together, amidst the ruins of our epic snowball fight. Sir Flakes-a-lot had sticks for arms, and a pine bark nose. Before going inside, we’d even rolled him up a smaller companion that Ryder had named Chill.
“It ends when it ends,” Oakley breathed, his voice still thick with the satisfaction of having come so fully and completely inside me.
We’d fled to the safety of the cabin afterwards, and my hands had been absolutely freezing. The boys had taken off my wet gloves, and slipped my palms into their large, calloused ones. They took turns blowing into them, warming me up. All while making hot chocolate, restocking the firewood, and stoking the white-hot ashes of our everlasting fire.
AndGod, it felt good to be so taken care of.
The storm started up again after that, raging even harder than before. The huge, white flakes swallowed everything all over again, leaving nothing but deep indentations where we’d dug paths through the snow.
“Do youwantit to end?” Oakley asked abruptly.
I looked up at him now, taking a deep dive into those lethal brown eyes. Were we still talking about the snowstorm? Or something else entirely?
“I guess we can’t stay here forever,” I shrugged.
He paused for a moment, as if actually considering it.
“No. I guess not.”
“Not that I’d mind it much,” I tried to smile. “There are worse things than being snowed in at some warm, beautiful cabin,” I went on, pressing a finger playfully into his chest. “Especially with three sexy hunks at your beck and call.”
Oakley sighed, then smiled. “Is that what we are?”
“Hunks?” I grinned. “You bet.”
“No,” he shook his handsome head. “At your beck and call.”
A twig snapped in the fire, momentarily distracting me. When I looked back at Oakley again, his expression had changed.
“I just meant—”
“Don’t get me wrong, Camryn,” he said, plainly. “It’s a lot of fun having you here. It’s even fun being at your disposal, sexually and otherwise.”
He stepped forward and leaned in, pursing his lips. Of course, I pursed mine in turn. Instead of kissing my mouth however, he angled upward at the last second and planted his lips on my forehead.
“Just don’t let what you want get in the way of what you have,” Oakley winked, before letting me go. And with that, I watched him pad barefoot all the way to the stairs.
“And vice versa,” he called back.
~ 45 ~
JAXON
You got used to getting snowed in, living up in the Rockies. What you never really got used to, however, were the days and nights blending into one.
“Hey…”
The voice that floated in was barely a whisper.
“You still up?”
Days, mornings, nights, evenings — it was all the same. The windows into the outside world became cheerless, lightless. Everything was dark, or gray, or both.
Camryn poked her head in from the hallway, her face painted with the same usual, happy glow. I was propped up against my headboard, sketchbook in hand. I motioned her in with a pencil.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“One in the morning.”
