Two Times the Mountain Men (Menage MFM Romance) Page 2

  I immediately pinpointed what made her so stunning. Her eyes. 100% it was her eyes. They were a deep, bright blue. The color you’d expect to see in a sapphire. They couldn’t be real. Narrowing my eyes, I stared a little more deeply into those beautiful orbs and saw no signs of contact lenses.

  Wow.

  We stared at each other for God knows how long before she broke eye contact and looked at Tyler. This gave me a moment to survey the rest of her. She was a curvy girl wearing a pair of jeans and a low cut, V-neck blue sweater that matched her eyes to perfection. The V-neck dipped low into her cleavage and at my vantage point I could see the outline of her black lacy bra underneath.

  “Can I help you?” She asked with caution in her voice.

  “We’re with the Colorado Ranger Patrol, ma’am.” Tyler pointed to his jacket. “We’re here for a couple of reasons actually.”

  She nodded, looking back to me. “Which would be?” There was caution in her expression and tone, and rightfully so.

  Her skin was a flawless ivory, making me wonder how much more of her under that sweater and jeans was as flawless. My dick stirred in my jeans at the thought of exploring every inch of her.

  Tyler gave me a sharp elbow to the ribs. “First off, there’s a blizzard on the way.”

  “I’ve got enough supplies to last for literally months so that’s not an issue for me. In fact, being stuck in the cabin would do me good.”

  “There’s something more important that you need to be notified about though, ma’am,” I added, not wanting to continue staring with my mouth slightly agape. You’d think I was some sort of juvenile right now.

  “Which is?” She was starting to look impatient with us.

  “We were alerted that there have been two convicted felons who have escaped from the nearby federal penitentiary. They are considered armed and very dangerous. With the blizzard coming they will no doubt be looking for shelter somewhere.”

  The impatience in her gaze, showed a flicker of concern. “What did they do?”

  “They were both in there for homicide, ma’am.” My partner answered.

  “Oh.” She looked past our shoulders as if expecting to see then men behind us.

  “Are you here alone?” I asked, looking over her shoulder to peer inside the cabin. A lone female would be vulnerable to a couple of predatory men looking for a place to hole up in.

  Her eyes narrowed at me and then at Tyler, giving us both a more thorough inspection. “Why? How do I know you two didn’t just kill the real guys in the ranger patrol and are just pretending to be them to gain my trust and get entry into my cabin?”

  “Why would we do that?” Tyler asked, giving his head a shake. “That makes absolutely no sense.”

  She planted her hands on her hips. “Doesn’t it? Pretend to be here to help and notify me of the criminals, then once I open the door you force entry into the cabin.”

  “If we were the criminals we would hardly have to knock and pretend to be patrol. We could simply force our way in.”

  “You’d have to break down the door or break a window and then have to fix it before the blizzard. This way is so much easier.”

  My brow creased as I stared at her. What in the fuck? She’d been reading way too many crime novels. Was she joking? She didn’t look like she was joking.

  “How would it be so much easier?” Tyler replied; there was a curtness in his voice. He wasn’t in the mood for this shit, it was blatantly apparent.

  “I just told you.”

  A gust of wind hit me from behind, nearly causing me to stumble forward, but I was able to maintain my stance. The snow was beginning to come down harder as well. We didn’t have time for this nonsense.

  “Whoa. Okay.” I took a step forward, putting my hands up. “This has taken a really odd turn here.”

  Tyler waved a dismissive hand at the woman in the doorway. “You talk some sense into her; I’m just going to check the perimeter.” There wasn’t any real need to check the area. It was just his excuse to get away from the situation before he blew up. He walked away and began to investigate around the outside of the cabin.

  He may still have been still feeling under the weather, but he didn’t need to be rude. Part of our job was relating to the people we dealt with.

  Giving her a sheepish grin, I shrugged. “He takes his job to keep the people on the mountain safe very seriously.”

  She cocked a brow at me. “And you don’t?”

  “I…” Cocking my head at her I had no idea how to respond. Of course I did!

  Suddenly, a smile broke out on her face. “I’m just fucking with you. I appreciate the stop-by, but I assure you I’m fine. If worst comes to worst, I do have a weapon with me and before you even ask, yes, I have a permit for it.”

  That surprised me. She looked so sexy and delicate. It was a shock that she had a gun and I could only assume that she knew her way around it.

  “Okay, what kind of gun? Can I see it?”

  “No. You can’t. Thank you for stopping by, but as I said before, I’m fine. I can handle myself and what are the chances that this would be the cabin they’d come to? And as I stated before, the blizzard is a non-issue. It’ll give me more reason to work.”

  “Oh.” I raised a brow, genuinely curious as to her occupation that she’d hole herself up here.

  “I’m an author. I needed to get away from the hustle and bustle and focus.”

  “Hmm.” The revelation piqued my interest; I’d never met a real-life author before. “That’s really cool. What do you write? Anything I may have heard of?”

  She threw her head back and laughed. “No. I seriously doubt it.”

  “Try me.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I took a step closer and leaned a shoulder against the doorjamb, crossing one leg over the other. “Believe it or not I’m an avid reader.”

  The grin remained on her lips. “You’re an avid reader of erotic romance, are you?”

  Hmm. Erotic romance. A sexy job for a sexy woman. It just kept getting better and better. I’d always wondered if women who wrote those types of stories penned them from experience or if it was simply made up of guesswork.

  “I’ll admit, I’ve never read a romance novel of any sort.”

  She shrugged, but there was a flirty look in her eyes. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

  “Tell me what name you write under and perhaps I’ll become a lover of romance.”

  “Who’s staying here with you?” Tyler asked, interrupting our momentary flirtation, coming around the opposite corner of the house to the one that he’d disappeared from.

  The resident, who I had yet to get the name of, took a step out onto the small porch and looked at my partner. “Why?”

  “Because I’m seeing several sets of footprints. They’re dim, but still there. Three people. A woman and two men from the looks of it. The woman I assume would be you.”

  “Oh.” She waved her hand at him. “I went to get wood and saw some footprints leading off and into the woods last night. Most likely the guy that owns this place, getting the cabin set up. No big deal.”

  Tyler and I exchanged a look. We knew the owner of the cabin. He never worked with someone. Could it have been the escapees? I frowned and the concern I was feeling was reflected in the expression of my partner.

  “You can’t be staying here tonight, Miss.” Tyler said.

  She flinched back as if slapped. “I’ll have you know that’s exactly what I intend to do. As I was telling your partner, I can protect myself.”

  “I’m sorry, but an app on your phone is hardly a defense,” he stated with condescension in his tone.

  “I’ll have you know it’s not an app. I can’t get service here anyhow; you both should know that if you’re who you say you are.”

  “Wait.” I put my hand up and walked past her into the cabin, despite her protest.

  “Excuse you!” She came rushing behind me. “I never invited you in.”

  “T
his place doesn’t have a phone does it?” As I searched the small cabin, I confirmed my theory. Not a single landline. Most cabins had at least that, but not this one. If I recalled correctly, it only just got electricity and plumbing a few years ago.

  “No. I don’t need it. You’re tracking snow all over the place by the way.”

  That determined it; she wasn’t staying here. Gun or no gun, without any type of communication with the outside world and the potential for something bad to happen it simply wasn’t safe for her to stay here. There were more than just two murderers to worry about for a single woman alone in the blizzard.

  “You’re not staying here.” I seconded Tyler’s opposition to the idea, but turning I saw her behind me, anger flashing in her eyes.

  “To hell I’m not!”

  “Don’t make me make you.”

  She stepped up to me, leaving roughly a foot between our bodies. I could smell a rosy scent coming from her. Very pretty and enticing, but it wasn’t my attraction for her that was driving me now, it was the fear for her safety.

  “I’d like to see you try,” she challenged.

  Challenge accepted.

  Chapter 3

  Genevieve

  We stared each other down. I was a grown ass-woman that could handle a revolver better than most men. Shooting was one of my favorite ways to blow off stress and I was damn good at it. God help anyone that came and tried to break into the cabin. I would make sure that I kept the gun close to hand from here on in.

  Those footprints weren’t nothing after all, a voice in the back of my head chimed in. I angrily pushed it back.

  I will admit there was a very slight apprehension that went through me. Two on one was a lot, and what if they had guns? The rangers did say that the men were armed. And what if they broke in and I was forced to kill them both? I could potentially be stuck in this cabin, by myself, with two dead guys for days…. Weeks…. Or I’d have to drag their dead bodies into the snow and see them each time I looked out the window. An even nastier idea was dragging them out and having to see wolves tear the dead bodies to shreds. I cringed at the thought.

  “You are coming with us, Miss.” The other ranger came to stand beside the one I was eyeballing. The second wasn’t as tall as the first but was slightly stockier. His hair was short-cut and he had the most intriguing ice-blue eyes.

  They were both hot, I’d give them that. They embodied the kind of men who were the heroes in the novels I wrote. Both over 6′ with strong jawlines and piercing eyes. They came off as having demanding personalities that would keep a quick-witted and feisty heroine on her toes.

  But this wasn’t one of my books. This was my life and my contract with the publisher depended on me delivering the most incredible book of my life and I only had two months to do it. I didn’t have time for this nonsense or for them distracting me.

  “As I said. I cannot leave. I have a deadline and I have no intention of leaving this cabin and ruining my career.”

  “Your life is the most important thing. Besides, you can write anywhere. That’s why you’re here, right?” the one with the coat, Chambers, according to his name badge, replied.

  “That’s not the point.”

  “It’s simply not smart to be here with the weather conditions and no way to communicate with the outside world if the worst were to happen.” The shorter one with Kendal embroidered on his jacket said. “For all we know those footprints are from the very men who the authorities are after. We’ll be calling it in when we get back to home camp.”

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I looked at both of the men. “Where exactly do you expect me to go if I were to leave anyhow? And have a radio. Channel sixteen.”

  “Channel sixteen would be us. As for where you would go, back to town…” Kendal groaned looking over my shoulder and out the door. “Oh shit.”

  A strong gust of wind hit me and sent a chill through my body, followed by a flurry of snowflakes appearing over my head and shoulders. I looked over my shoulder and my mouth dropped open. It had gone from a heavy snowfall to nearly a white-out in minutes! Wow! I’d never seen anything like it before in my life.

  “You’ll coming back to camp with us,” Chambers stated in a no-nonsense tone.

  “I will?” My eyes widened as I looked at him.

  “She will?” Kendal parroted.

  “She can’t go back to town and she can’t stay here. She’ll be safe with us,” the taller one, Chambers, said to his partner and then turned back to me. “Where’s your gun? You can’t leave it here, just in case.”

  “It’s in the bedroom, but—”

  Chambers didn’t wait for me to continue my protest, brushing past me and into the bedroom. “Where?” He called out from the other room.

  “What do you need?” Kendal asked.

  I frowned. If they thought I was going to their camp, then they had another thing coming. I didn’t even know them! “Nothing. I’m not going.”

  “Never mind, I found it.” Chambers called from the bedroom a moment before reappearing, my revolver in hand.

  This was all going so quickly, my mind was having a hard time keeping up and processing the information.

  “Look,” Kendal said to me, drawing my attention back to him. “Either you leave of your own free will, or I make you leave. Your choice.”

  Fisting my hands and planting them on my hips I shook my head, giving him the sternest look, I could muster. “Not going to happen.”

  “Last chance. Your choice.” He met my gaze with a challenge of his own.

  We stared at each other for a long moment. His eyes were a piercing blue and they shook me to my core, but I refused to allow him to sway me. I couldn’t back down. I’d be fine.

  He broke our heated stare and I gave a sigh of relief. I’d won.

  “Good enough,” he said. Without giving me a chance to react, he stepped forward, bent and scooped me up and tossed me over his shoulder as if I were a sack of potatoes. I squealed, unsure of what to do. Despite being short, I wasn’t a small woman by any sense, so I’d never had someone pick me up so effortlessly.

  With my torso draped over his shoulder my hair fell over my face, blocking my view of his partner. All I could see was his magnificent ass, just below my face. Grabbing my hair, I put it up into a ponytail using a hairband I always kept on my wrist in case of a hair emergency and then looked up. Chambers was looking at us with an amused grin on his face.

  “What do you think is so funny?” I demanded.

  Giving his head a shake, the smile disappeared from his lips. “What do you need?”

  “Everything!”

  “You can’t take everything and you’ve got two minutes to decide what is important or I choose for you.”

  Damn them! “You can’t just do this; I have rights!”

  “And we have an obligation to your safety. Our obligation trumps your rights.”

  “This is kidnapping!”

  “I’ve heard enough. She’s going with the clothes on her back.” Kendal spun around, making me yelp with dizziness as the world quickly rotated, and he proceeded to make his way to the open doorway.

  They were serious! Shit! “My computer! My laptop! I need it. And clothes! And toiletries. And make-up.”

  “Okay. Computer I can do.”

  I strained to watch Kendal grab my laptop and stuff it into the case, but we disappeared out into the cold before I could see what else he was grabbing for me. “If you put me down I can go get my stuff.”

  “No can do, ma’am,” game the gruff reply. “You had your chance. You wanted the hard way.”

  “This is silly.” I lifted my head again and got slapped in the face with snow and a bitter wind. Immediately I lowered my face and pressed it against his broad, muscular back.

  “Didn’t have to be,” came the curt reply. Opening the back door of the truck they’d driven here in, he unceremoniously tossed me into the back of the cab. I scrambled to sit upright and regain a little bit of
my dignity.

  “It would be faster…”

  “Watch your feet.” He grabbed my legs and cleared my feet from the open doorway, closing the door, shielding me from the blistering storm.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Tyler

  Boy she was a handful. I could see the anger in her eyes as I slammed the door. I was expecting her to open the door and chase after me as I left the vehicle to enter the cabin where Brock was just finishing throwing some random clothing into a suitcase. He didn’t even seem to be paying attention to what he was grabbing, just taking anything.

  Whatever. It didn’t matter. It’s not like she’d go without something to wear.

  “Okay. We’re done here? I want to get going before we get ourselves in trouble.”

  “Yeah. The keys and computer are on the desk there.” He nodded to the desk and sure enough there they were. I walked over and grabbed the items in question.

  “She’s quite the firecracker, isn’t she?” Brock joked, walking over to the wood stove and putting out the fire.

  “I think she’s going to be a handful. For sure.”

  Setting down the poker, he straightened and smiled. I recognized that smile immediately; he wanted to fuck her. “Oh, but I think she might be fun, especially if we get snowed in.”

  “Or a royal pain in our asses.” My mind drifted to the feel of her draped over my shoulder. She had an amazing ass, round and plump, just the way I liked them. My jaw clenched; this wasn’t something either of us should be thinking about. It was our job to ensure people’s safety not take them back to our cabin and use them as human fuck toys. The thought was barbaric, yet arousing nonetheless.

  “That’s okay. I don’t mind a challenge.”

  “Do you really think she’d give either of us the time of day after we, quote-unquote, ‘decided to kidnap her’?”

  Brock laughed. “She’ll get over it.”