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  Rocking my hips, I push back hard against Colt, crying out as his shaft thrusts inside my ass.

  Colt gasps at the sudden movement and grabs my hips. He holds me tight and leans against me, his voice a growl. “Goddamn, woman.”

  Wes hugs me to his chest, his lips at my ear. “You want it rough, dirty girl?”

  “Yes,” I pant. “And don’t tease me.”

  “Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart,” Colt warns me, his grip tightening at my words.

  “Fuck me like you mean it,” I hiss over my shoulder, rolling my body with need.

  He growls and digs his fingers into my hips aggressively, forcing me back onto his shaft with strong hands. He slides all the way in, his balls slapping against me, and I arch my back, tensing for a moment, my breath caught in my chest.

  There’s a burning sensation deep inside me at the sudden intrusion, but it’s brief, quickly overtaken by a wave of bliss.

  I relax my muscles, and he repeats the motion, making me cry out.

  Wes matches his aggressive tempo, both of them thrusting into me with hard strokes. A string of moans and curses rise up my throat as they move inside me. I’m drunk on the feeling of having two of them at once, my body so incredibly, satisfyingly full of both men’s cocks.

  Colt’s palm descends on my ass, the slap stinging my cheek. I draw in a sharp breath as the impact of his hand makes my blood rush. He smacks me again, making me moan as the heat from his palm spreads to my pussy.

  Wes wraps his fists in my hair, his teeth on my neck as he groans beneath me. His hips thrust with a fierce rhythm as he fucks me from below, while Colt keeps the same pace inside my ass.

  Another orgasmic haze takes me over, and I throw my head back as I come, gushing my climax over their balls. That triggers Wes’s orgasm and he cries out a loud roar, his pace faltering as he comes in my pussy.

  He wraps his big arms around me, holding me to his muscular chest, his cock still hard as his brother continues moving inside me.

  Colt’s strokes slow down, but they’re long and forceful, plowing into me with a possession I’ve never experienced before.

  Oh. My. Fucking. God.

  I never knew I could feel this good.

  Sandwiched between them — my body clasped to Wes’s chest with Colt’s strong grip on my hips — I’ve never felt so fully owned.

  Or so fully, completely fucked. It’s an addictive feeling.

  I collapse completely on top of Wes, letting him take all my weight as Colt slides his hands up my back. He wraps his fingers around my shoulders as he thrusts, burying himself deep, his body stiff as he releases inside me.

  He bucks twice, his cock pulsing in my ass, a long, low groan of pleasure vibrating through his body. He leans down, his chest on my back, pressing me into Wes. He rests there, breathing hard, his fingers playing in my hair.

  A contented bliss claims me, and I close my eyes, soaking in the sensation of my smaller frame squished between their big, muscular bodies, the heat of their skin on mine, all of us sweaty and out of breath.

  It’s fucking glorious.

  Colt kisses between my shoulder blades and smooths his hands across my hips before pulling away, falling to the mattress beside us. I roll off Wes in the other direction and lift my blindfold.

  I blink, my eyes adjusting to the soft glow of light in the room, my gaze roaming over the two beautiful, naked men stretched out on the bed, contented smiles on both their faces.

  The fitted sheet has been pulled off one corner of the mattress — that would be my fault — and there are several large wet spots dotting the white fabric, also my fault.

  I’m thoroughly exhausted and absolutely satisfied, a warm buzz flooding through all my muscles. I’m going to be sore as fuck tomorrow, but I’m not even the least bit sorry.

  I glance around, alarmed, because Remi is missing, and I want all three of my sexy men in here. Just as I scoot to the edge of the bed to go see where he’s gotten off to, he comes back into the room.

  He’s got a towel wrapped around his waist and he’s pushing an elegant room service cart. The savory aroma of steak fills the air and my stomach leaps, a pang of hunger shooting through me.

  Remi rolls the cart over to me and lifts a silver lid from one of the platters, exposing a high stack of fried oysters drizzled with a rich Bearnaise sauce.

  “This is to get us started on tonight’s activities.”

  “Started?” I sputter, nearly choking on the burst of laughter that escapes me.

  Wes rolls on his side and gives me a playful slap on the ass. “I told you I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up, didn’t I?”

  I throw my hands up in a huff of resignation, accepting my fate. “You guys might kill me. Like actually kill me, dead.” I wave, gesturing at the spacious bedroom. “This is where I’m gonna die. Death by orgasm.”

  Remi just gives me a wicked smile. “Is there a better way to go?”

  I roll my eyes with a chuckle, but he’s right. I’m so damn happy right now, I can’t imagine a better way to leave this world than surrounded by these men, my body in the throes of ecstasy.

  Colt lifts his head, a devilish grin on his lips. “Fuel up, kitten. You’ve got a big night ahead of you. A big, long, hard night.”

  I shake my head and squint at him with my lips pursed, trying not to give him the satisfaction of the laugh that bubbles up in my chest.

  “I ordered all the food that’s rumored to be an aphrodisiac, just like you requested.” Remi lifts another lid, displaying an arrangement of sliced purple figs and bright red pomegranate berries, alongside an assortment of chocolates truffles.

  He pops one of the fig slices into his mouth and groans his approval. “Mmm, I feel it working already. You better eat fast, princess.”

  Remi pulls at the tucked edge of the towel draped around his waist and it slides off him, dropping softly to the floor. I glance down as he moves toward me, and sure enough, I know my evening is far from over.

  7

  AFTER JUST A FEW PRECIOUS hours of sleep, we’re back at Tank’s house, where Natalie’s serving up a late-morning, farmer’s style breakfast. It’s become a beloved tradition of hers — feeding anyone who drank a bit too much the night before at the bonfire and wound up crashing on whatever floor space they could find in the house.

  That’s not exactly our situation. But we certainly do drag into their place looking like we’re nursing serious hangovers. Only, we haven’t been up all night drinking. Fucking, yes.

  A whole lot of that, in every way Addie wanted.

  Staying up until dawn to make her feel that satisfied? Best thing in the world. I’ll lose sleep for that woman anytime.

  I thought I had stamina, but damn, Addie is something else. Thank fuck my brothers seem to crave her as much as I do, because I don’t know how one of us would ever be enough. Once we got her going, she was damn near insatiable.

  Right now though, God, she’s fucking adorable. I haven’t seen a woman looking this bashful the morning after since I was practically still a teenager. Then again, last night was something my younger self couldn’t have even imagined.

  It takes me a minute, but I finally figure out that smile Natalie’s giving Addie, and I suddenly get the shyness Addie has right now. No wonder she looks a little self-conscious this morning, sitting around this big table with a dozen sleepy-eyed strangers.

  Natalie knows.

  That look on her face tells me she not only knows what really kept us up all night, but that it wasn’t just one of us. She’s gazing at Addie all wondrous and sly and curious. She knows Addie had herself a buffet of brothers last night... all night.

  I didn’t think about how it would look — the four of us leaving the bonfire together only to show up for breakfast in the same clothes, moving all slow and stiff like we ran a marathon last night.

  But Addie needn’t worry. Tank and Natalie are great people. They’re damn near family. And they’d never judge us, not
like that.

  No, if anything, Natalie’s just in awe of the woman who could get the three of us to stop squabbling long enough to focus our attention on the same thing — her.

  I had no idea the guys and I had even been missing something from our lives. We’ve been doing just fine up there in the mountains, tucked away in our cabin all by ourselves. Life’s been plenty good that way for years. But now... now the place seems so damn quiet and empty when she isn’t there.

  It’s fucking crazy, is what it is. In the grand scheme of things, we’ve only just met. But I already know.

  I’ve known from the moment she sashayed out of the bathroom wearing my t-shirt that first day. I’d never seen anyone look so damn good — her hair wet, no makeup, just in simple leggings and my shirt.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I had that experience I’d only read about in books, where someone’s heart skips a beat and their stomach does a flip-flop thing. That was me.

  Standing there staring at her, I suddenly knew what that was like. And I knew right then, I was hers.

  But I can’t think about that right now. I can’t think about what happens when her trip is over and we all go back to the way things were before she tumbled into our lives.

  Instead, I’m going to enjoy every moment I can, while she’s still here. My brothers seem to feel the same.

  Neither of them has mentioned a word about the orders waiting on us in the workshop. We still have that fucking supply run to do, but otherwise, we just want to soak up every bit of Addie we can and take advantage of the time we have left.

  So, after breakfast we head to our cabin to get ready for the day. We take the quads out for a joyride across our land, showing off more of our property to our girl, stopping to tell her stories as we go.

  She takes turns riding with each of us throughout the day and clings tightly to our backs, squealing with glee as we play in the snow, sliding sideways, doing spins, and hitting a few jumps.

  I show her my favorite hunting spot, Remi gives her a tour of the small patch of red oak we only harvest one tree from a year, and Wes points out the treehouse Granddad helped us build as young boys. It was our first woodworking project and what sparked our interest in carpentry.

  That summer we spent as much time up here as we could, camped out in the treehouse when we weren’t busy exploring the nearby streams and rock cairns. That’s when we fell in love with this land, and it’s had our hearts ever since.

  Getting to share this stuff with Addie is wonderful.

  And bittersweet.

  As great as our day has been, there’s a sinking feeling in my chest as I turn onto the drive for the resort to drop Addie off for the night.

  Fuck, I know we can’t just kidnap her and keep her up in the cabin with us for the rest of her vacation... or longer... I mean, she’s got her own life to live and we’ve got a fucking pile of work to get done, not to mention the supply run we’ve put off until the last goddamn minute. But the urge is so tempting that I have to grip the steering wheel tight just to keep from whipping us around in a circle and driving back out of here before she gets out.

  I reluctantly pull our big-ass truck up to the front of the resort, parking next to some low profile car that looks like it was modeled after a torpedo. Every line on it screams extreme speed, but fuck — one good snowfall, and it’d get buried.

  The low clearance on it wouldn’t survive more than a month in the winter here, not with how the pavement gets roughed up from the plows and the freeze-thaw cycles create potholes on the roads.

  Don’t know what the fuck it’s doing in the mountains.

  Damn tourists driving around here in their impractical fucking luxury sports cars.

  That’s exactly it, though. When she’s with us, I forget that this is the world Addie belongs to. Maybe not the luxury part of it, but the conveniences of civilized life, for sure.

  One that doesn’t involve roughshod dirt roads and one-room cabins in the middle of nowhere and having to go days without power.

  She’s begun to look so natural in those Carhartts and snow boots that I forget she’s a city girl.

  A grumpiness is settling in as we all get out of the truck to say goodnight to Addie.

  I’m ready to get it over with as quickly as possible because goddamn it, I don’t like dropping her off in the first place, but it’s even worse knowing that soon it’ll all be over.

  How much time do we have left with her?

  Subtracting the time it’ll take for us to make the supply run... shit, we’ve only got a couple days at most.

  My mood is growing darker by the minute, and I want to get back in the damn truck before I snap at someone, but Wes suggests we act like gentlemen and walk Addie to her room.

  I grimace a little — it’s going to be even harder leaving her room than it is leaving this parking lot. Plus, another trip into Silverthorne isn’t going to help tame the snarl I feel building in my chest.

  We enter the front doors, and the place bursts to life, colorful and loud as fuck, with crowds of people everywhere. It’s definitely not the quiet, deserted place it was when we snuck in here last night.

  I take a quick look around. Yesterday I was too busy staring at Addie’s backside as she led us to the elevators to notice much. And early this morning I was still half-asleep when we stumbled out of here to go to Tank and Natalie’s for breakfast.

  Silverthorne is big, looking at it from the outside, but it seems to grow once I get inside. The first floor lobby is a sprawling space, with a wide galleria of stores on one side, a swanky coffee bar on the east wall, and a huge reception desk flanked by sweeping staircases that swirl upward.

  It’s lit up in grand Christmas style, with at least half a dozen Christmas trees as well as garlands and lights strewn everywhere. A jazzy version of a classic holiday song is playing over the speaker system, and the voices of tourists are echoing off the vaulted ceiling.

  It reminds me of being in a suburban mall during the holidays. When we were young, Mom used to take us into the city each year to shop the weekend after Thanksgiving. I looked forward to it more than Christmas, I think. Just Mom and us, no Frank — which was the best part of the whole damn trip.

  But that was before things got really bad.

  Now, I can’t stand this shit. It feels fake as fuck. And this lobby looks like Saint Nick just threw up all over it.

  Everywhere around us, people are smiling and talking excitedly, joyful expressions on their faces as they stroll by, soaking in all the merriment.

  Not me. There’s a reason we don’t Christmas anymore.

  Not since that day.

  I’m wishing I’d stayed in the goddamn truck. Wes and Remi are looking a little anxious to get the fuck out of here, too.

  An air of apprehension comes over Addie’s features as she pats her pockets. “Ugh. I must have left my keycard at Natalie’s or at the cabin.”

  “Do we need to go back for it?” I ask, eager to scoop her up and make a beeline right out the front doors.

  “No, it’s okay,” she says. “I can ask for another at the front desk. It’ll just take a minute.”

  We all follow Addie to the reception desk, feeling a bit like a zoo exhibit. It’s hard not to notice how many eyes are on us.

  Our jeans are spotted with mud and God knows what else from zipping through half-frozen terrain all day on our quads, our beards don’t have that slick hipster style to them, and our jackets are faded and worn from long days of hard work in the freezing ass cold.

  Yeah, we know we don’t fit in, standing here in the lobby of your swanky-ass resort, but those are our goddamn mountains you fuckers came out here to gawk at.

  I make eye contact with a guy who’s staring particularly hard. He’s wearing a plaid button-up, but it’s paired with a fucking cashmere scarf and those ridiculously tight skinny jeans that look like they’re suffocating his nuts.

  As Addie talks to a lady at the front desk, my eyes narrow into a ha
rd glare at him, that snarl that’s been growing inside me quickly rising in my throat.

  The guy glances away finally, but not before I see the gleam of contempt in his eye. Yeah, fuck you too, buddy.

  You want to come to my mountains so you can act like some fucking tough guy in touch with nature, but you sneer at me because I have mud on my fucking boots?

  I look down at myself. Okay, so damn... the mud splatters are pretty extensive. And I was taking the quad a little too quickly through the woods and ripped my favorite flannel shirt when a tree branch snagged the pocket. I see that a piece of it is tangled around the hood string of my jacket, dangling down like a red-checkered flag.

  But fuck, this is what being outdoors really looks like. Not sitting in a multi-million dollar resort with your thirty-dollar martini while you get a manicure.

  I turn back to Addie and the front desk, where the receptionist is in mid-sentence.

  “...and your massage appointment has been confirmed for this evening. Oliver will be up to your room in an hour.”

  Addie gives her a warm smile. “Thank you. A massage is going to be glorious after the adventurous day I’ve had.”

  The receptionist’s eyes flit to me and my brothers before asking, “Will you be eating out tonight, or would you like this evening’s menu for room service delivery? Our chef has just added a lovely assortment of seasonal specials.”

  “Ooh, that sounds fabulous, yes. I don’t think I’ll be leaving my room once I get there,” Addie admits, sounding exhausted. The fatigue from the lack of sleep last night combined with the full-throttle playing we did today on the quads is beginning to show on her pretty features, too.

  The receptionist hands her the new keycard as well as a stiff parchment paper with the room service menu. Addie thanks her and begins making her way to the bank of elevators, with the three of us right behind her.

  We pass all these little boutique shops along the way. They were closed up tight last night, but today they’re bustling with activity. A guy in an expensive looking suit is adjusting a display outside the entrance of one of the stores when he spots Addie. He catches her eye and signals for her to come over.