Mountain Desire (Wild Mountain Men 3)

“Enough!” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Really, I’ve got to go.”

The pickup truck was a newer model, huge, had double wheels in the back and was towing a trailer with two snowmobiles on it.

The doors opened on the truck, and two men stepped out at the same time. They turned to face me, and my mouth went dry. My heart skipped a beat, and my breath caught. Oh fuck, I’d forgotten how gorgeous they were.

Finch and Shane walked my way. Their long-legged gaits ate up the distance. Both wore jeans and sturdy leather boots. Finch had on his cowboy hat, and the collar on his jacket was lifted around his neck. Shane wore a black down coat and a gray watch cap tucked over his ears.

My body heated, remembering what we’d done, how they’d made me feel. The chemistry had been off the charts. And now, ogling them, I still wanted them. Wanted more, wanted that bed Finch had mentioned. And them in it.

There was no avoiding them now, especially when they came down the ditch’s incline and approached the driver’s door.

I pushed the button, and my window slid down. Cold air rushed in, along with their scent of soap and man.

Shane stepped close. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “I’m fine. Just slid right off. You were here really quickly. Poppy just called you.”

“We were going snowmobiling and weren’t too far from here. You sure you’re not hurt?” I met Shane’s dark eyes, refused to look away. I felt it, that kick, the chemistry. It was as if he could see past all the defenses I’d put in place. Past everything to see me.

It was that look that had gotten them into my panties last night, that had me wanting them back in them again.

No! I shouldn’t. But like a decadent box of chocolates, one wasn’t enough. I wanted more with both of them.

“Think you can pull me out?”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Finch called, coming around the hood. Snow covered their shoulders and their hats. “At least the car. Looks like the front axle’s bent.”

I closed my eyes for a second, took a deep breath of the freezing air. “I was headed to Poppy’s. Think you can drop me there? I’ll call Mac to pick the car up when it’s convenient for him.”

“No,” Shane said.

I frowned. “No?”

Finch slowly shook his head.

“No?” I repeated.

“You’re not going to Poppy’s. You’re coming home with us.”

“What? Why?”

“We have unfinished business from last night. You got your sample,” Finch said, his breath coming out in white puffs of steam. “Now you get the real thing.”

Shane looked up at the sky, big fat snowflakes falling on his face. “This storm’s not stopping anytime soon. A perfect time to stay in bed. With us. When do you have to be back to work?”

I was a little panicked. What they were offering was what I wanted. Sex, with them. Somehow I’d forgotten how big they were. The intensity of their eyes. The rough corners of their jaws. Their scents. But stuck in a snowstorm with them with no way to leave?

“Oh, um… Monday.”

Shane looked to Finch, who nodded. “Perfect.”

Perfect?

“You’ve got a plow on the front of that big truck,” I said, my words practically running over each other. “If you don’t want to take me to Poppy’s, you can get me back to town.”

“We could, but won’t,” Shane said.

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re kidnapping a police officer?”