Shared by the Mountain Men

by Eddie Cleveland

  “Thank you.” I look up at the drab, gray sky.

  Gunnar tilts his head at me and I laugh. “Wanna play fetch?” I pick up a smaller piece of kindling and whip it across the yard. He barrels after it enthusiastically and returns a moment later, but instead of dropping it so I can toss it again, he lies in the snow and starts chewing. “Suit yourself.” I shrug and go back to pulling wood from the pile.

  “Need a hand?”

  I turn to face Razor. I didn’t even hear him come out here.

  “Sure, I figure we should stock up in case this gets worse.”

  “Yeah, good idea.” He joins me next to the pile and begins grabbing a bunch of wood. “Caitlin looks like her fever has broken. She’s still asleep right now, so we’ll have to explain what happened with her when she wakes up.”

  “Except for the kissing stuff,” I answer.

  “Yeah, except for that,” he agrees.

  We finish grabbing stock from the pile in silence, each of us lost in thought. Making our way inside, Razor and I drop off a couple armfuls of wood. “We should probably check the generator.” I don’t wait for him to answer, I head back out. Gunnar is still munching away happily on his stick.

  “Sure, you check that and I’ll make sure the snow mobiles are good to go,” he offers, walking past me to the back of the cabin.

  Ninety percent of the time they don’t get used. But we still keep the maintenance checks on them. Normally we walk and Gunnar pulls our sled when we’ve got short distances to travel. However, the snow mobiles are there in case we ever need to get somewhere quicker.

  I pull the ripcord on the generator and she starts up like a dream. In the background, I can hear Razor making the snow mobiles sing as their engines roar to life. I shut everything back down and join him out back.

  “Gonna start the truck!” I yell over the noise and point to Bessie, our big blue Chevy. He nods with understanding and I tug the key free from my pants and open her squeaky door. Somehow it feels even colder inside the cab. I turn the key, but she just protests and sputters at me.

  I turn it again and she roars like a pissed off lion as she comes to life. Bessie doesn’t like having her sleep interrupted in the winter. She’s kind of like a bear, she likes to hibernate when the temperatures plunge. I let her run for a bit and then let her go back to sleep. Slipping free from the truck, Razor is waiting for me outside.

  “Hey, man.” He tilts his head and looks straight into my eyes. I can see he’s got something he wants to ask. Something he’s been working out in his mind.

  “What’s up?”

  “Uh, last night when I said Caitlin was hot you said you knew and all that, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So, were you just making a joke? Or, well, I know that you know she’s beautiful. But I mean, do you think about her more than that?”

  “Spit it out, Razor. What are you getting at?”

  “I guess I feel like I’m starting to care about her, you know? And, I need to ask… are you into her too?” He holds me steady in his stare, waiting for my face to give me away.

  “I am,” I finally answer, admitting out loud what I’ve known this whole time.

  “Figures.” He scowls darkly for a moment, but then his eyes brighten as I see an idea forming in his mind. “The thing is, I feel like she might be into both of us too, do you get that vibe?”

  “I don’t know.” I shake my head slowly. “I haven’t talked to her as much as you have, but even if she is, what are we gonna do about that? That’s not our style, man.”

  “I know, I’m just talking.” He looks back up. “Okay, then it’s settled, neither of us will make a move, right? Just leave well enough alone.” He holds out his hand and I would laugh if he didn’t look so serious. He wants to make sure that I don’t move in on a girl he’s interested in. I can respect that. The truth is, I don’t want him making a move on her either.

  “Deal.” I shake his hand firmly.

  “All right, let’s get back inside before we freeze our nuts off out here.” Razor smirks.

  “Sounds good.”

  12

  Caitlin

  I wake up to a raw throat and a quiet house. I don’t mind the scratchy feeling in my throat, but something about the silence gets to me. After a few years of living alone, it’s been nice to hear the hum of conversation in the background. I guess I never thought of myself as lonely. Independent, fierce and stubborn as a bull. Sure. But, I guess even a tough girl gets tired of never having anyone to share moments with.

  I stretch my arms wide and suddenly feel very alone in this bed. I have no reason to, I haven’t shared a bed with anyone since my divorce. Still, as I breathe in the faint manly musk clinging to the sheets and I lay my arms out to the empty spaces on either side of me, I just feel like something is missing. More like someone. Two someone’s at that.

  I flush with excitement at the thought. Lying back on the pillow I let my hand slide down over my gown and travel over my thigh to my center. Wait. This isn’t my gown. How is it every time I sleep, I wake up in clothes I never changed into. I sit up and stare down at the T-shirt I never put on. What is going on around here?

  “Knock-knock.” Razor opens the door holding a big mug of black coffee. Behind him, Ace carries a tray with a plate of food on it. The smell of bacon and eggs fills the room and brings my hungry stomach to life.

  “Oh, that smells amazing.” I stare down at the yellow pile of scrambled eggs and crispy strips of bacon with a side of perfectly buttered toast. My mouth waters and every thought I had in my head before they walked in here disappears.

  “We figured you’d be hungry.” Ace leans back against the wall, watching me as I dig in. The flavors burst over my tongue and make this food the only focus of my entire life as I gobble it down gratefully.

  “Your coffee is on the table here.” Razor nods down to where he left the big mug. “Now, before you give us shit again, you should know that last night you had some delirium because you spiked a fever.”

  I chew slowly and try to remember anything from last night, but I’m drawing a blank. All I can come up with is a couple of sexy dreams I had where I was kissing each of them. Then those dreams took a turn for the sexier when they sandwiched me between them in this very bed and shared me. I almost choke on my toast as a powerful flash of my dreams overwhelms me. I can almost feel their bodies pressed into mine. It felt so real.

  My pussy clenches as desire floods my core. Damn. How is it I went years without even thinking about sex, and now I’m entertaining naughty thoughts about fucking two guys at the same time?

  “I had a fever?” I try to get my thoughts back on track, but it’s difficult.

  “You just needed more cowbell,” Ace answers wryly from across the room and I laugh. I always loved that old SNL skit with Christopher Walken in it.

  Razor shoots him a look and they seem to have a silent conversation that only they understand for a second while I glance back and forth at each of them. Well, it’s no wonder they’ve got me all worked up. When I take a moment to really soak them in, it’s incredible. I’m pretty sure I’ve been rescued by two of the sexiest men in Alaska. And ex-SEALs at that. I mean, if their intense eyes and handsome faces don’t do it for you, and you’re not hot for their incredibly built, tight bodies, then the SEAL thing is sure to make any woman swoon a little.

  At least it does for me.

  “Anyway, you were sleepwalking and burning up, so Ace and I put you in the tub.”

  “In your nightgown,” Ace interrupts loudly.

  “Yes, in your nightgown. And once your fever wasn’t so bad I checked your cuts and put you in my T-shirt and back to bed. We were very professional about it, so I hope you’re okay with all that.” Razor looks at me intently, waiting with his shoulders tight and lips flat in a line for me to answer.

  I realize how much my outburst hurt them yesterday and it makes me feel awful. “Yeah, that’s perfect, guys. Thank you for helping me.
Again.” I look down at the breakfast they made me and can’t help but feel a little like one of those princesses my father used to read to me about when I was a kid. I always told myself I never wanted to be like those girls. That I didn’t need any guy to save me. However, now that I’m in the situation, I can’t say I mind.

  “And thank you for this.” I point to the almost empty plate. “Breakfast in bed is so sweet.” I reach for my coffee and hold the big mug with two hands. As I sip it down, I close my eyes and sigh. “Oh yeah, that’s sooo good.”

  The room is so quiet I have to open my eyes to make sure the guys are still there. They are and they’re both watching me with almost pained expressions on their faces.

  Ace clears his throat. “Well, don’t get used to it. We just weren’t sure you’d have enough strength to get out of bed today, but if you do, you can eat at the table with us.” He folds his arms across his chest and looks down at me, his eyebrows knitting together.

  “Of course. I didn’t think you’d do this for every meal or anything. You don’t need to wait on me. I really am feeling a lot better.” I smile. “I can even help out around here too. I don’t mind cooking supper tonight to repay the favor.”

  “That would be nice.” Razor lifts the tray carrying my empty plate from my lap. “In the meantime, you look bright-eyed and bushy tailed enough that you don’t have to spend all day in bed. Why don’t you come out of the room and join us? We can watch a movie or something.”

  “I’d like that.” I toss back the blankets and accidentally give them a peek of my panties from where I pulled up the shirt over my legs earlier. A blush creeps over me, I don’t need a mirror to know it’s a deep red. It’s not so much about the flashing of my underwear that’s got me squirmy, it’s that I had every intention of getting myself off by thinking of both of them. Snatching the covers, I yank them back up over myself.

  “I’ll get you your clothes,” Ace mumbles, averting his eyes and marching out of the room.

  “Thanks,” I call out. Razor leaves with the tray and Ace tosses the clothes in on the end of the bed like he’s afraid to step back into the room until I’m decent. He shuts the door, giving me the privacy to get changed.

  There’s some minor tears in my shirt and the legs of my pants where my injuries line up. But the clean clothes feel nice against my skin and there aren’t any blood stains, so that’s a bonus. I quickly get them pulled on and head out to the sofa. Without thinking I just plop down on the middle cushion. It just feels natural to have each of them sit on either side of me. It’s impossible to feel even slightly nervous when I’ve got two hulking, sexy men who’ve already saved my life bookending me.

  Do you mean sandwiching you?

  A shiver of longing trembles through me at the thought. Why don’t I act on this? What do I have to lose? Well, rejection could make things pretty awkward. I play the cringy idea out in my head.

  “Hey guys, want to have a threesome? I want to be with both of you, at the same time. No? Oh, okay, I’ll just go die of embarrassment now and lock myself in one of your rooms until a plane can come rescue me from my own shame.”

  No, it’s better to keep that little fantasy for my private moments.

  “Are you okay?” Ace looks down at me.

  “Yeah, perfect, why?”

  “Nothing, you’re just shivering a bit.” He glances at my trembling hands.

  “No, I’m fine.” I cross my arms and hide my hands from him.

  “Anybody got a problem with 50 First Dates?” Razor holds the remote pointed at the TV.

  “Seriously.” I arch an eyebrow.

  “What?”

  “I guess I just didn’t think you two would be into romantic comedies.” I laugh.

  “Not us two,” Ace interrupts. “Him, he’s the rom-com guy. But if you let me pick the movie we’ll be watching Predator, so I’m guessing you’ll go with Razor’s pick?”

  “Yeah, you guessed right.” I giggle.

  The movie fills the screen in the living room and we all watch the television, lost in the story. Even Ace, despite him supposedly not being into romantic movies. I watch as Drew Barrymore starts another day without any memories of the one before and start to feel a bit tired. I snuggle into Ace’s shoulder, leaning against him and let my eyelids win the battle I’ve been having to keep them open.

  Suddenly I feel Ace shift around and Razor grabs my feet. The guys turn me around on the sofa so I’m lying back against Ace’s chest and my legs are over Razor’s lap. It just feels so perfect, being held by both of them. Snuggled between them. I can’t help but get lost in the warm, fuzzy feeling that steals me from the movie and takes me into a deep sleep.

  13

  Razor

  “Read ’em and weep, boys.” Caitlin’s smug smile fills her face as she spreads out her cards on the table.

  “Okay, you must be cheating.” Ace folds his fan of cards and tosses them down on the table in disgust.

  “Full house, nice.” I nod to her hand and she begins to sweep the collection of junk food we’ve been playing with toward her. “But since your house isn’t full of the royal family, I’m gonna have to ask you to get your hands off my candy.” I snap my cards down on the table. The face cards all of the same suit is hard to get and impossible to beat. Turns out Lady Luck smiled down on me for this hand.

  “Seriously?” Caitlin stares down at my cards skeptically. “Didn’t you deal this hand?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Well, how do I know you aren’t stuffing cards up your sleeves or something.” There’s a glimmer in her hazel eyes as she messes with me.

  “I’ve got a T-shirt on.” I point my thumbs back at me.

  “Sure, there’s that.” She looks me up and down. “Maybe you hid them in your pants then.” She giggles.

  “Well, you’re welcome to inspect them anytime if you don’t trust me.”

  “If I search your pants, I’m not looking for queens and jokers,” she fires back and Ace snorts.

  “Well, we could always make our own royal flush, we’ve already got an Ace and a queen,” Ace joins in.

  “Does that make you the king?” Caitlin’s eyes sparkle as she grins at me.

  “Nah, more like the ten.”

  “The ten?”

  “Well, I mean, if we’re measuring.” I wink at her. That makes her blush. I finally beat her at her own game.

  For the past few days, Caitlin has just been getting stronger and healthier. Even the nasty bump she got on her head is nothing more than a slight discoloration now. And, with each day that we kill time playing poker and watching movies snuggled up together, she’s just been getting more comfortable with us. The way she fires off her suggestive banter and some of the looks I’ve caught her giving both of us have made me take more than one shower. Not cold ones though. Nice, long warm showers where the water slides down my skin and I imagine each drop of my cum being swallowed by Caitlin’s pretty mouth.

  I snap out of it, standing up and heading to the kitchen for a coffee refill. Don’t think I missed the way she just checked out my package when I walked past either. I saw the way her eyes quickly flickered over the front of my jeans, curious to find out whether or not I’m bluffing about the ten inches thing.

  I’m not.

  “Want another cup of coffee, Caitlin?” I hold up the dwindling pot and swirl the hot black liquid around inside.

  “Nah, I’m good. I think I’m gonna listen to my body and go take a nap.” She stretches her arms up straight over her head and then leans back over the chair so her tits are arched out. I watch her contort her body like an acrobat and wonder how flexible she is in bed. My eyes dart over to Ace and he’s clearly having the same thoughts as he checks her out. He looks up at me and notices me noticing him. We both quickly look away.

  “We should probably get some wood chopped up anyway, whaddya say, Razor? Want to give me a hand outside?”

  “Yeah sure. I could use the fresh air.” I put the coffee
pot back and follow him to the door as Caitlin tenderly pads across the floor and quietly clicks the bedroom door shut behind her.

  Does she really nap as much as she says she does? I can’t help but notice she gets really worn out when the flirting between us gets a bit risqué. Maybe the same way I’ve been working out my frustrations in the shower is what she’s doing behind the closed bedroom door during “nap time.” Or, maybe I’m just hoping it is.

  I layer my snow gear on and whistle for Gunnar to follow us out into the dazzling world of white. I squint as we walk outside. Everything is so bright with just a little bit of sunshine reflecting off it. It’s as beautiful as it is deadly, and I take a second to admire all the glittering piles of snowflakes covering everything.

  I leave fresh tracks as my boots crunch across the yard to where Ace is already busting frozen logs into two with just one swipe of the ax.

  “Burning off some energy?” I watch as the wood explodes into even pieces and he grabs another large log, stands it on end on a big stump and cracks it down the middle.

  “Something like that,” he grumbles.

  Gunnar watches us, waiting for something fun to happen. I pick up a handful of snow and pack it into a ball. “Hey, boy, you want it?” I hold it up and he prances around, eager to catch the white ball. “Go get it.” I chuck it and he chases it to where it disappears into the bank. He sniffs around, confused by the disappearing act and starts trying to dig into the pile.

  “What’s eating you?” I turn my attention back to Ace.

  “Nothing, man, I just get worked up I guess. It’s getting harder and harder to keep it in my pants.” He laughs. “That girl is like wildfire. She burns bright and she’s mesmerizing and I can only imagine how hot she must be to handle.” He chops another log.

  “I hear ya, she’s got me back to my teen years. I can’t get her out of my mind. I don’t think I’ve jerked off this much since I was seventeen, I swear.”

  “Yeah, I’ve noticed your sudden attention to hygiene.” He grimaces and lifts the ax up overhead. “Just make sure you don’t clog up our shower drain with your new hobby.” Thwack! Wood goes flying as he brings the ax down.