Two Times the Mountain Men (Menage MFM Romance)

by Terry Towers

  Genevieve was snoring softly, while Brock’s snores were vibrating the entire cabin! Okay, perhaps was exaggerating, but he was damned loud; how I hadn’t awoken sooner was beyond me.

  This wasn’t the first time we’d shared a woman. It’s not like it was an everyday thing, but we’d shared from time to time. It wasn’t as though this was going to be one of those happily-ever-after deals. I’m pretty sure she knew the score, bedsides she was a New Yorker, it’s not like she’d give up everything the big city had to offer for a cabin in the woods.

  Sitting up, I stretched my stiff muscles once more before leaping to my feet and getting to work, getting the fire up and going again. Once going it wouldn’t take the fireplace and wood stove long to heat the cabin up to a toasty temperature.

  Once satisfied with the fire, I straightened. There was a shit ton to do today, and as they say time and tide waits for no man. But first off, there was a breakfast to make, the most important meal of the day as far as I was concerned. The grumbling in my stomach confirmed food was needed.

  Ducking into my bedroom, I quickly put on a pair of jeans and black t-shirt. Walking barefoot back into the main room, I made a quick detour to the front door and opened it. “Fuck!” Jumping back, I was shocked to see the amount of snow that had fallen overnight. It was a solid three feet tall and still coming down with a vengeance! Looking out to the driveway, the snow was nearly as high as the hood of our truck.

  “Fuck my life,” I groaned, running a hand through my hair and shutting the door to keep from letting any more snow inside.

  My stomach growled again, accompanied by a clenching in my gut. The snow could wait, food couldn’t. Between Brock and myself we could clear it up relatively quickly and go about our day.

  Opening the refrigerator, I peered inside. Grabbing the eggs and milk I made the decision that it was going to be a pancake day. We’d carb it up nice and have a good day today.

  “Damn, my back is killing me,” I heard Brock groan from the living area.

  Depositing the ingredients for the pancakes on the countertop I peered around the corner at Brock who had yet to wiggle out of Genevieve’s embrace. I grinned. “Good morning sleeping beauty.”

  “Fuck that. Tell me again why we didn’t move the party to the bedroom?”

  I shrugged. “The rug and fireplace seemed like a good idea at the time. Romantic and all.”

  “Sure. That was it.” He took care to squirm out from under Genevieve and covered her still-naked body up with the knit blanket they’d been sharing. Surprisingly enough, she didn’t wake. The amount she’d drunk last night she might be passed out until the mid-afternoon.

  “I’m making pancakes. Don’t bother opening the front door, we’re snowed in.” I kept my gaze glued to his face to keep from mistakenly getting a look at look at my partner’s junk. That was one of the major problems with sharing a women, ensuring your junk doesn’t collide with another dude’s.

  “Wonderful.” He looked down at the mess of snow near the door. “Think you could have cleaned up the mess?”

  “Like I said. I’m making pancakes.”

  “Yeah.” He disappeared into his bedroom and re-emerged fully dressed then went straight to work mopping the water the snow had left in its wake. “Have you checked on the fugitives?”

  “No, not yet. If you could get on it then that would be great.” With the pancake batter whipped up, I put a frying pan on the woodstove burner and waited for it to heat up.

  “With any luck those guys are long gone and someone else’s problem. We have enough to do as it is.” I walked over to where Brock was sitting at the computer and checking alerts.

  “Our luck isn’t getting any better, I’m afraid.”

  “Why’s that?”

  He sighed and leaned back into the black leather computer chair. “Apparently, they were spotted in town. They robbed the Route 66 diner in town. No one was hurt, thank God.”

  “Fuck,” I groaned. Just what we needed. But with money, perhaps they were well on their way out of here. It wasn’t like I wanted them to get away; it’s just that we weren’t prepared to deal with them on top of everything else. I looked over at Genevieve, still sleeping soundly in front of the fire. There was always a chance that if they did show up she’d be hurt, or worse. Perhaps it was a good thing she had a gun and knew how to use it.

  “We’ve got to be prepared in case they show up. You never know,” Brock said, standing. He nodded toward Genevieve. “What about her?”

  Walking back to the stove, I noted that the frying pan looked about ready for the pancake batter. Grabbing the bowl, I began to prepare breakfast. “What about her?”

  “We can let her sleep until the pancakes are done.”

  “I mean about the fugitives, idiot.” Brock walked over to the cupboard and grabbed some dishes and began to set the table. “We’re going to be gone most of the day over the next few days at least. What if something happens?”

  “She said herself that she’ll be fine. She’s got a gun,” I replied.

  Setting the table, Brock asked the more pressing question. “What about us and her?”

  I shrugged. “What do you mean?” I knew exactly what he meant, but never missed an opportunity to fuck with him.

  “I mean, what happened last night wasn’t exactly on the menu.”

  “Ohhh, you mean…” Grinning, I poured the last of the pancake mix into the frying pan.

  “Yeah…. I mean…” Brock waved toward the still-sleeping Genevieve. “Maybe it shouldn’t have happened.”

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Genevieve

  As I began to emerge from the land of the sleeping, I heard the men that I’d just spent the night with indulging in chatting. I’m not usually an eavesdropping type of person, but I couldn’t resist pretending to sleep, if only for a few minutes.

  “I mean, what happened last night wasn’t exactly on the menu.” That was definitely Brock. Hmmm.

  “Ohhh, you mean…”

  “Yeah…. I mean…” There was a pause. “Maybe it shouldn’t have happened.”

  My heart sank. It shouldn’t have sunk, I mean, it didn’t really matter. I knew the score. Why would I care?

  “There was no harm done. She’s not a stupid woman. She knows last night isn’t going to lead to anything.” Tyler replied.

  That’s what I had told myself last night. I didn’t even know them. Two days; that was the length of time I’d known them. This was day three; it was sex and only sex.

  “Perhaps.” Brock said. “I just don’t know how long we’re going to be in this situation and the last thing we need is for there to be drama or for things to be awkward.”

  Tyler laughed. “I can’t see that happening. She doesn’t seem to be the type of women to fall in love easily.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  I need to let them in on the fact that I’m awake, the voice in the back of my mind screamed at me. Before something is said that’ll hurt…

  I groaned—loudly, sitting up and interrupting their conversation, taking care to hold the blanket tight to my chest, covering my breasts.

  “Ahh, you’re awake. Just in time for breakfast.” Brock smiled at me, that swoon-worthy smile that made my heart skip a beat, the moment that I stood and as gracefully as possible attempted to keep myself covered.

  I smiled back at him, though inside I was feeling uneasy. I’d never been in a threesome before and had never had casual sex before. Last night it felt good and natural to be with them, but now that it was morning and I’d heard them talk about me just being a fling it didn’t feel as good. Not at all.

  I just have to distance myself from it—that’s all.

  “I’ll just go get changed really quick and be right out.”

  “Of course, how many pancakes do you want?” Tyler asked.

  I peered over at the platter of pancakes, Tyler had made enough for an army and they were quite large. “I’ll take two. That should be plenty. And
some apple juice if you have it.”

  “You got it,” Tyler said giving me a wink.

  Damn him for being flirty with me; it made my attempt to distance myself hard and I could feel the heat color my cheeks. “Thank you.”

  Without another word, I scurried into Tyler’s bedroom and closed the door behind me. With the door closed, I leaned against it and released a loud sigh. I just had to regroup and pretend that last night didn’t happen.

  Easier said than done, the voice in the back of my mind taunted. Yeah…

  And I needed a shower. I smelled like sex. It may have been my imagination, but either way a shower was definitely in order. With the idea of a shower in mind, I pulled the blanket from my body and quickly threw on a pair of jogging pants and a t-shirt. No doubt the guys would spend the day clearing the yard and checking on nearby residents so I’d have plenty of time after breakfast to clean up.

  Not being able to resist my own curiosity, I gave my appearance a once-over in the mirror. My cheeks were glowing and my hair was a tangled mess. Grabbing a brush, I quickly removed the tangles so I looked somewhat presentable. Taking a deep breath in, I slowly released it and opened the bedroom door.

  I could do this. It was just sex and it meant nothing.

  The guys were already seated at the table and eating.

  Brock looked up and motioned toward the empty seat with a plate in front of it and a glass of apple juice. “We’ve already served you up a plate and you lucked out; there was some apple juice left.”

  I forced a smile to my lips and forced myself to remain calm and not allow myself to reminisce about the previous evening. “Thank you.”

  Trying to avoid eye contact with the guys, I grabbed the syrup and poured some over the pancakes. As the guys began to discuss what they had in store for the day, I focused my attention on my food. It was delicious; everything the guys cooked was amazing and they did it on a wood stove! Amazing. It made me feel as though my cooking skills weren’t as up to par as I’d once believed.

  “You must really be enjoying the pancakes…. Genevieve?”

  My head jerked up and I looked at Tyler and then Brock, not sure who had spoken to me. “Sorry.” I flashed both men a smile. “I’ve got a bunch of ideas forming in my head for my book and I’m a little anxious to get started.”

  The men looked at each other and grinned.

  “Don’t suppose we had a little to do to help you out with that, did we?” Brock asked, giving me a wink, causing my cheeks to grow warm. I really didn’t need to be reminded of how incredible the previous night had been; I was fully aware and that was the problem. That being said, it had sparked a number of ideas for future books and given me firsthand insight that I wouldn’t have had otherwise. I could thank them for that at least.

  I cleared my throat and chose to ignore his attempt to engage me in conversation about last night. “Is it okay if I take a shower after we finish with breakfast?”

  “Of course.” Brock’s grin widened. “Unless that’s a request for us to join you.”

  Rolling my eyes, I responded. “I think I can handle a shower on my own. I appreciate it though. I just wasn’t sure what type of facilities you had, is all.”

  “We just ask you keep it relatively brief since hot water is at a premium here unfortunately.”

  “Of course.”

  “Then shower away. We have a lot to get done today and we’ll be gone a good chunk of the day I suspect.”

  “That’s fine.” Were the asking my permission to leave?

  “I mention it because the fugitives were spotted in town and robbed the Route 66 diner by gunpoint,” Tyler explained. “We need you to keep the blinds closed on the windows and door locked; do not open the door for anyone other than us.”

  I nodded.

  “You might want to keep your firearm handy, but don’t use it unless absolutely necessary.” Brock gave me a hard stare as if I was a naughty child.

  “I’m perfectly capable of handling myself. I’ve told you two that already before you kidnapped me.”

  “Oh Lord, it was for your safety, and considering the blizzard going on out there and the fact the fugitives are on the prowl in the area I’m glad we did.” Brock stated.

  As much as I didn’t want to admit it to either of the guys, I was also grateful they’d forcibly removed me. Sometimes common sense wasn’t my greatest gift.

  Chapter 9

  Genevieve

  The guys were still outside clearing the yard and vehicles when I stepped out of the shower and padded my way barefoot across the cabin to Tyler’s room, stopping long enough to peer out the window and watch the guys for a minute. I was struck once more over how powerful they both were; the snow was being shoveled at nearly superhuman speed, both men working fast and hard without any indication of stopping anytime soon.

  “Wow.”

  Would another go with them be such a bad idea, really? While overhearing them say it didn’t mean anything had hurt, it wasn’t as though I’d been misinformed or misled. Maybe I could even learn a few things for my books if I gave them a few more rounds…you know, research purposes only.

  Smiling, I dropped the curtain and made my way to Tyler’s room to get dressed. The creative juices were indeed flowing. I’d thought of a dozen different book ideas and plot twists for the novel I was currently working on. Maybe all I needed all along to get rid of the writer’s block was a little cock? Who’d have guessed it?

  After getting dressed in a pair of jeans and t-shirt, I heeded the guys’ advice and retrieved my gun from the drawer of the nightstand. Taking a second, I ensured it was loaded and the safety was on before taking it with me to the desk I had set up as my workstation and setting it next to the keyboard. Maybe later I’d go outside and do some practice shooting. It had been some time since I’d been to the range and if it did come down to me having to defend myself it would be nice to ensure I wasn’t rusty. I doubted I’d get a second chance to take the fugitives down if I missed the first time.

  I’d gotten about an hour’s worth of writing in when I heard the guys coming back inside the cabin.

  “Hey Genevieve!” Tyler called out.

  “In here,” I called back. Perfect timing: I’d just finished off the chapter I’d been working on.

  A moment later Tyler poked his head into the room. “Mind if I change?”

  Laughing, I nodded. “It’s your room. Need me to leave?”

  He raised a brow at me, the sexy grin appearing. “Considering last night, I don’t think I have much reason to be shy, do you?”

  Damn him for making me blush again! “Suppose not.”

  “All the shoveling has got me drenched.” He pulled his sweater over his head and then the t-shirt that was under it. I hadn’t had much of an opportunity to look at his tattoos the previous night, but I took the time now. He had some random black and gray work on his arms, but it was his back that was truly amazing. It was a landscape piece of a mountain, with a pack of wolves being the highlight at the foot of the mountain.

  “Your back tattoo is beautiful.”

  Pulling a fresh t-shirt on, Tyler turned to face me grinning. “Thanks. I didn’t notice any tattoos on you. Do you have any?”

  I shook my head. “None. It’s a combination of me being scared of the pain and not sure what I’d want to get. That being said, I do appreciate the look of a beautiful tattoo. The person who did your back is quite talented.

  “Thank you two times.” He chuckled and gave me a wink. “We’re going to be going out and checking on some of the neighbors, or at least as many as possible considering the conditions. I have no idea how long we’ll be.”

  “That’s fine. I’m on a roll.”

  “Excellent, I’m really glad to hear it. We’ll try not to be very long.”

  “I’ll be fine,” came my reply after glancing at my gun within arm’s reach.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Brock

  “There’s still some daylight left.
We should get Genevieve out of the house and maybe go for a walk. She must be going stir-crazy by now.” Tyler raised a brow at me, giving me a glance from the passenger seat of the truck. We’d been doing our best to plow the main road, but the snow was still coming down hard so it wouldn’t last long.

  “The snow is a little high don’t you think?”

  “We have snowshoes. Shit.” Tyler paused. “And there’s the fugitives to worry about,” he added. “We should be with her when she goes out, in case they’re up here.”

  “Considering they were in town, I can’t see them trying to make their way up the mountain in the woods in this storm. Chances are they’re holed up somewhere in town.” I reasoned. “No one in their right mind would come up here.”

  “That’s the thing. They aren’t in their right mind.”

  “If they managed to escape then they can’t be too stupid,” I countered.

  “What I’m saying is that the snow will show if there’s any tracks and if we don’t get her out and about she’ll go stir-crazy. Might even give her inspiration.” He raised a brow at me. “She writes erotica—”

  “Erotic romance,” I corrected him. “Apparently there’s a difference. She was quite clear there was a difference.”

  “Either way, I think last night got her creative juices flowing. She couldn’t wait to get back to the computer this morning,” Tyler noted.

  “Or perhaps she felt uneasy and wanted to get some distance between us and her,” I suggested.

  I turned onto the road leading to our cabin. We were roughly five minutes away. What we’d cleared a few hours prior already had close to a half of a foot of snow piled back onto it.

  “All the more reason to get her out and spending time with us. An excursion will be just what the doctor ordered. We won’t travel far from the cabin,” offered Tyler.