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Thank goodness, the cabin has two bedrooms, and she didn’t care that she would be a bad host and let them fight over the remaining room and the sofas in the lounge, but she needed this room as her sanctuary.
Emerson, Darien, and Austin seemed hellbent on not only intruding on her life, but she also couldn’t get them out of her head.
All that stopped now.
Her body was sorer than if she had spent three hours in her home gym, and her butt was still burning on the inside and the outside. She hurried to the shower, scrubbed up, rinsed, repeated, and then got dressed in thick track pants and a hoodie. Not her usual style, but when in a snowed-in cabin in the mountains, do as someone in a snowed-in cabin in the mountains would do, she supposed.
After looking at herself in the mirror, she decided the approach going forward was that the whole ginger root, belt spanking, and vagina-sucking thing did not happen. By that, she meant she was erasing it from her mind.
What she needed to use her energy on was getting them out of her cabin. It wasn’t going to happen today or tomorrow, for that matter, not with the snowstorm still raging outside and essentially keeping them snowed in, but once it cleared, they had to leave.
For her sanity.
They couldn’t keep touching her. She had seen them twice, and she found herself naked and at their mercy on both occasions.
Not anymore.
Chapter Eleven
Taking a deep breath, Adrienne opened the bedroom door, squared her shoulders, and got ready to do battle. For her, that meant keeping her clothes on.
She found them in the kitchen area, but the mouth-watering smell of aromatic food had already reached her when she opened the bedroom door.
They stood around the little kitchen area. The dining table was laid out with napkins and plates. Were those diner rolls in a basket gracing the table as well? Someone would have had to bake them from scratch. And the smell she had gotten was from a pot of beef stew simmering on the stove.
She couldn’t deny that, with the storm raging outside, the three of them somehow made the cabin even cozier. The fire generously fed, crackled harmoniously, and warmed the whole of the living areas.
The presence of three undeniably gorgeous young men—rugged, powerful, and beautiful—added to the atmosphere and made it a warm, sexy haven for her. She basked in their masculinity while her body remembered their touches and the feel of their cocks inside her.
She felt safe.
Protected.
Part of her wanted to live in this moment forever.
But they weren’t hers. And Adrienne was destined to live a life alone.
But really, what was wrong with her? Since when did she start thinking in domestic bliss verse when it was always only going to be her alone? Forever.
Also, domestic bliss? For starters, she was too old for that to happen, and she also needed them to leave as soon as possible.
“Boys,” she said, and they chuckled, reversing her snarky greeting back on her by making her blush. Did they have to be so perfect even when they laughed? It didn’t matter because their time in her cabin as her bodyguards was numbered. Once the storm cleared, they had to leave. Not negotiable.
It was Emerson, of all people, who was the cook, and he had made dinner rolls from scratch, too.
“Sit,” Darien said, pulling out a chair for her.
“I don’t sit with men who spanked me, shoved ginger root in my ass, and then had the audacity to make me come in their mouth. No, thank you.”
She ignored their soft laughs and grinning faces and walked to the fridge, retrieving a bag of lettuce, an apple, and a plate before she headed toward her bedroom.
Domestic bliss was bad; she kept having to tell herself that. Sitting down and having lunch with them in a warm, snug, intimate environment was the epitome of homely pleasantries, and she was not signing up for that.
Besides,besides, she reiterated in her mind she had to put aside her embarrassment and bring out her fury; that they even contemplated doing all that to her body because she wanted to leave in the middle of the snowstorm.
In hindsight, she would have chosen the elements outside rather than what had happened on the bench in the living room.
No, she would not enjoy a meal with them and be sitting on her sore butt, with her pussy now again wet and aching.
