Monroe, Melody Snow - Brittany's Destiny [Pleasure, Montana 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 5

  Having sex with him after the recent reunion would be yet another poor choice she might regret. Nope. She was not going to sleep with any one of them. At least for a while.

  The image of Brody popped into her head. Don’t even go there. He shouldn’t even enter into her decision-making process. She’d hurt him enough. While she’d loved Evan and Sparks in high school, that kind of love wasn’t the same as what she’d felt for Brody. But now that she’d been with both Sparks and Evan, she could see how the love could bloom into something more special and more permanent, but it would take time.

  Focusing on the task at hand, she set out the cleaned rollers and carefully opened the paint can. She let her mind wander as she pulled and pushed the roller over the walls. She couldn’t help but see Sparks in his flannel shirt meticulously painting her wall. How he managed to look sexy every minute, she didn’t know. When had this transformation occurred? She was still amazed some woman hadn’t scooped him up.

  By eleven, she’d finished with the living room and was cleaning the brushes when the rumble of a truck pulled into her drive. Quickly washing her hands, she slipped off her oversize paint shirt and rushed to the door. Evan was striding up the front walkway.

  She pulled it open before he had the chance to knock. “Hey!”

  He stomped the snow off his feet and came in. He studied her handiwork for a moment. “The room’s a lot brighter with the lighter color.”

  “You like it?”

  “I like everything about the room.” His gaze focused only on her.

  “Thanks.”

  Shit. The thrill at seeing Evan hadn’t diminished even after kissing Sparks. How was it possible for her body to react to two men in two different days? Make that three men in a week. Maybe it was the altitude that had messed with her brain. In no time, her body would adjust, and Sparks, Evan, and Brody would become ordinary men to her. Right. She had a better chance of winning the state lottery, which would never happen since she never purchased any tickets.

  “Conditions are clear. I’d like to take you to this really neat spot I found a few years back.”

  “You taking me on a date?”

  “You bet.” He wasted no time instituting a full-court press.

  “I’m guessing Sparks talked to you about our conversation?” She wanted no misunderstandings.

  “About sharing?” She nodded. “You bet.”

  Now was the time to back out. I want them, but I need time. “Ah, my skis are at my parents’ house, and I forgot—”

  “No skiing involved. We’ll take the snowmobile for part of the trip, and I brought an extra pair of snowshoes for the rest of the hike. I got some bottled water and a few snacks. You game?”

  “Sure. Sounds great. Let me put on some warm clothes.”

  She hurried into her room and threw on three layers of clothing, along with a ski cap. Next time she visited her folks, she’d have to raid her closet for more winter gear.

  As soon as she tied the scarf, she rushed out. “I’m ready.”

  “Come on then.” His grin and upbeat attitude implied he was excited to show her his mountain. Acting as if she might slip, he took her hand and led her to the truck. “Hop on in.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “How about I show you instead of tell you.” He winked, and she couldn’t believe the rush of joy that slammed into her. He was so handsome and sexy.

  Evan carefully drove along the mountain roads, making sure to slow down at all the curves. He must have remembered how jittery she got when they were on the winding roads. When she was in ninth grade, she’d been in the car with her dad. Out of nowhere, some stupid teen, who was coming from the opposite direction, came around the curve. He must have been texting or gotten distracted because the teen’s bumper scraped their side door, nearly causing them to go over the edge. From then on, she’d feared tumbling to her death every time there was a ridge and no guardrail. When she’d bought her cabin, she’d made sure the road to her place had no steep drop-offs.

  “You okay, honey?”

  She must have zoned out. “I’m good.” Evan knew the story of the near-fatal crash.

  When they came to a parking area, he pulled over and cut the engine. “Ready for some hiking?”

  “You’ll have to take it easy on me. Most of the time I’ve been gone, I’ve spent in a classroom. I’m a little out of shape.”

  He smiled. “Then I guess I’ll have to start working you out.”

  She inwardly groaned. Did all the men in Pleasure talk in double entendres? Or did she have sex on her brain? Whatever.

  Evan opened her door. “Give me a sec to unload the snowmobile.”

  She stepped out and immediately tied her scarf tighter even though the air wasn’t as cold as it could be this time of year. The wind wasn’t blowing a lot, which helped reduce the chilling effect. Regardless, to her California self, it was still cold.

  Evan attached a ramp to the truck’s tailgate and pulled the snowmobile to the ground. After repacking the back, he donned a helmet and started the engine. A second later, he was by her side.

  He handed her an extra helmet. “I got the snowshoes, water, and power bars packed.” He held out the backpack. “You mind wearing this?”

  “Okay.” If he’d worn it, she wouldn’t have been able to snuggle behind him. She threaded her hands through the straps.

  Evan stepped in front and adjusted the pack with care. Then he pulled the helmet on over her ski cap and snapped the strap closed. “You’re all set. Hop on.”

  She slid behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. When her chest met his back, all sorts of erotic thoughts spread through her, despite both wearing thick clothing. He patted her hands, as if he wanted to let her know she was in for a good time, then put the machine in gear.

  He sped out of the lot, drove across a large field, then headed up the side of the mountain. Holding on for dear life, she tried to take in the scenery, but every time Evan moved, she swore she could feel his muscles bulge under his jacket. Her mind seemed to stray to sex way too often. Slow down.

  They must have hit a bump because for two seconds they were airborne, and her heart froze. The machine landed smoothly, and he jetted off under a copse of trees. The branches, laden with pristine snow, made the pines look like aging old men who were begging for alms.

  Fifteen minutes later, Evan cut the engine and pulled off his headgear. “Now we explore.”

  She got off first and handed him her helmet. “How far to your special place?”

  “Maybe a forty-five-minute walk.” He pointed down a path east of here. “You up for that?”

  “Sure.” That would take them close to the side of the mountain where no one dared ski. Avalanches had been known to happen over there. “You sure it’s safe?”

  “You’ll just have to trust me.”

  There was the word he liked to use. This time, however, she couldn’t quite tell from the small lift of his lips if he was referring to the fact she often didn’t trust him enough to share all of her thoughts, or if he was flirting with her. She now understood his intentions, so maybe he was trying to get to know her better.

  He handed her a pair of snowshoes, and she slipped them on. He unhooked the pack from her back and placed it on his. “You ready for your adventure?”

  “Absolutely.” Side by side, they headed down the narrow tunnel formed by the snow-laden trees. “It’s beautiful here.”

  “I think so, too.” Evan helped her over a fallen log. “Careful.”

  For the next few minutes, she followed behind him. It was safer to step where he’d gone. One never knew where there might be a small creek running beneath the snow. Despite the relative flatness of the path, she was almost sweating from the exertion and had to unzip her jacket. Soon the tree coverage gave way to a small meadow surrounded by tall pines. She sucked in a breath.

  “It’s beautiful, isn’t it.” His gaze traveled around the perimeter.

  “I never k
new this was here.”

  He smiled and grabbed her hand. “Listen.”

  She strained to hear anything. Other than the snow crunching under her shifting weight and some wind through the trees, silence surrounded them. “I hear nothing.”

  “Precisely. This place was made for us.” He grinned. “And for creating Mr. Snowman. Come on.” He bent down and made a snowball, and then he rolled it in the snow. “How about making the head?”

  Not having played in the snow in forever, she laughed at the wonderful idea. It felt good to let loose and pretend she was ten again. She decided to make the middle first instead of the head. No surprise, she finished before Evan did. When he was done, together they hefted her large snowball on top of his.

  “He’s cute,” she said.

  Evan moved closer. “Cuter than me?”

  She arched her brows. “Way cuter.”

  He picked up a handful of snow and shoved it down her shirt. The wet, cold snow robbed her of breath. “I don’t believe you did that.”

  He laughed. “Here, let me help get rid of it.” His hand was down her jacket front before she could grab his wrist.

  She pulled away but laughed so hard, she barely had the breath to yell at him. “You jerk!”

  No one was going to best her. She picked up a snowball and threw it at him. Too bad he’d anticipated her attack and ducked in time. He crouched and made a snowball. From his low position, he hurled it at her and nailed her in the thigh.

  All was fair in love and war. She gathered a handful and raced toward him. With her snow-filled hand hidden, she’d planned to stuff the snow down his back, but he grabbed her before she succeeded. With a quick bump to the back of her knee, he dropped her to the ground. Evan slid next to her and pulled her on top of him.

  “Ev-an!” She laughed.

  She wasn’t sure how to react, nor could she figure out if he was acting like a ten-year-old or the man he’d become. Given his grin, and the fact his hard cock was pressing into her, the man seemed to mean business.

  Cupping the back of her head, he brought her lips to his. He lowered his hands to her shoulders and deepened the kiss. Her heart pounded too fast, and the increased speed wasn’t from the exertion of throwing snowballs.

  He nibbled her bottom lip. When she opened her mouth, his tongue darted in. The intensity overwhelmed her. This was Evan, the boy who’d lived in Brody’s shadow. Now he took what he wanted without asking. She had to adjust to the newness of it all. He tasted a little like pine, almost as if he’d chewed on some of the needles.

  When his hands roamed to her hips, he pressed downward, and she got a real introduction to the fullness of his cock.

  Danger, danger.

  This was going too fast, and she pulled back.

  His eyes widened, but only for a second. Then he smiled. “I liked that.”

  “I did, too.” Too much.

  These reunion kisses had knocked her off-balance. Maybe seeing Brody had tilted her equilibrium off-center. Added to that was seeing Sparks. His new appearance had really thrown her for a loop. Of all the men, she expected Evan to be the last one to kiss her, but then again, he and Sparks had been conspiring to have a ménage relationship with her, supposedly before she even arrived.

  “Come on, we need to make the head.”

  It took her a second to realize they hadn’t finished building their snowman. He rolled off her and lent her a hand getting up.

  He picked up a handful of snow. “How about I roll and you find his eyes and mouth?”

  She loved playing this game. “Great, but no more surprise attacks, or you’ll be sorry.”

  “Oh, sure.” His wink convinced her he had no intention of ever having snow stuffed down his shirt.

  She scurried off to find the perfect face. The eyebrows were easy. She picked long pine needles. One curved stick and one straight one made the ideal mouth and nose. Acorns, still hanging from a branch, finished the eyes. She brought her stash back to the middle of the field where Evan was patting the head into position.

  “Help me place these.” She could have created the face herself, but she liked standing next to him and working together.

  When they were done he pulled out his camera phone. “You mind donating your scarf for a quick shot?”

  “Nope.” She wrapped the wool around Mr. Snowman and stepped back.

  “No. Pose by him. I want to keep this photo for posterity.”

  She didn’t know who that would be exactly, but she did as he asked. Instead of smiling, she stuck out her tongue.

  “Perfect.”

  “You so are not going to put that on Facebook, are you?”

  He stuffed the phone in his pocket. “Depends on whether you’re good or bad.”

  She couldn’t help but chuckle at that line. “I’m not sure I want to know what that means.”

  “You’re not supposed to until the time comes.” He wrapped an arm around her waist. “Let’s drink some water and have a power bar then head back.”

  There was a large rock at the entrance to the path leading back to the snowmobile. Evan brushed off the snow and motioned she sit. He pulled out two bottles of water from the pack and handed her one.

  While she wasn’t thirsty, she understood the need for hydration. The power bar gave her much-needed energy.

  “I’m curious, Evan. How often do you get to come out here and relax?” She envied his lifestyle. It seemed simple yet important. Not only did he and Sparks watch for forest fires, but they comprised the search and rescue team.

  “Not often enough. I spend a lot of time checking the inhabitants who live in isolated cabins, not on finding romantic spots where I can steal kisses from beautiful and exciting women.”

  When had he turned into such a romantic?

  He leaned in close. His eyes darkened and she couldn’t even swallow. Then his gaze switched to something behind her. “We need to get out of here. There’s a front to the west I don’t like.”

  Damn. She wanted another kiss. “Meaning?”

  “Snow.”

  “Oh.” She took a look. A ridge of black clouds sat high in the sky, which appeared rather ominous.

  They repeated their trek back to the snowmobile. While she was convinced they’d walked on level land to get to the field, the way back seemed uphill the whole way. How wrong was that? Her stamina gave out three-fourths of the way there.

  “I need to rest a sec.”

  Evan lifted her chin. “You okay?”

  “Just out of shape.”

  He fished out another bottle of water and handed it to her. “Drink something.”

  She had to admit, the extra hydration helped. “I’m good.”

  He stepped closer. “You need me to carry you?” His serious, concerned face brought out her smile.

  She debated tossing more snow in his face, but the retaliation might be more than she could handle. “Not on your life. Now get your ass moving, Mr. I’m-so-tough-forest-ranger.”

  He laughed. “I’d wrap an arm around your waist to help, but our snowshoes would get tangled.”

  “Go!”

  Chuckling, and thoroughly enjoying his antics, she followed him back to the snowmobile. They repeated the switching of the backpack and storing their snowshoes inside. Once Evan was seated, she climbed behind him. This time she drew him closer, relishing this free time with him.

  By the time they got back to her cabin, it was late afternoon. “You want to come in and have a hot cup of coffee?”

  “Thought you’d never ask.”

  Inside they both took off their outerwear. “If you want, you can toss a few logs in the stove to heat up the place.”

  “My pleasure.”

  She figured his wink meant that if the room were toasty warm, it would allow them to cuddle without as many clothes. While she adored Evan, she also cared a lot for Sparks. Could she be with both at the same time? She tried to picture them naked next to her in bed, but the intensity of the image was too much f
or her.

  She compared the two. Both knew more about her than maybe she did. The one exception being that Evan had no idea about the pregnancy, and she wanted to keep it that way.

  She fixed coffee and put in two scoops of sugar for him. Hopefully, he still drank his that way. Carrying out two mugs, she set them down on the coffee table in front of him. “I want to thank you for a nice afternoon. I don’t remember the last time I had such fun.”

  His eyelids lowered and his lips parted slightly. “It doesn’t have to end.”

  The words reverberated in her head, and the meaning became clear. She didn’t know whether to shout for joy or protest. Most likely since she didn’t respond, he took it as assent. He lifted the cup out of her hands and set it on the table.

  “Come here.”

  As if she weighed less than a hundred, he clasped her waist, lifted her, and drew her onto his lap. Her knees straddled his thighs. She didn’t dare move, believing she’d probably be able to feel his hard cock under her pussy. When they were in the snow and kissing, things were safe. They couldn’t get naked and have sex. What was stopping them here?

  Evan pulled her closer, his lips to her ears. “You know what I would love to do with you right now?”

  She could come up with a lot of things. “No, what?”

  He inhaled and ran a tongue over the bottom of her ear. Soft tingles raced up her face and made her smile. Twisting her head, her lips met his. The movement shifted her hips forward, and she ran straight into his cock.

  He groaned, and she knew her decision was near.

  Chapter Five

  This time it was Brittany who opened her mouth first. Decision made. She had to taste him. Though if she were honest, what she really wanted to taste was his cock—at least for starters.

  His hands traveled down her behind, and he squeezed both cheeks. “I love your ass.”

  She couldn’t believe that his tone held a hint of awe and maybe even reverence. Who was this man? He’d been rather shy growing up, but he now seemed to be so much more comfortable in his skin.