Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
W hat is happening?
Alyssa could only think she’d actually crashed into the ravine, and this was her heavenly reward. It was the only explanation she could come up. Because, seriously, why else would she be in the Lavertys’ arms, with their mouths, and hands, and…
She wriggled.
And…
Wriggled again.
All the hard cocks—well, at least the only three she had any desire for—pressed into her jeans-clad legs and…
Oh, my…
Jonah.
Even in the freezing snow, heat spread from her core, up her body, until she was surprised all the flakey stuff wasn’t melting all around them.
Hmmm…
Heat, hard bodies, the prospect of mind-blowing sex…
Come to think of it, this was way too sinful to have anything to do with heaven.
Now if she could just get her hands free to do some touching of her own. But with one hand trapped by Jonah’s body and the other sort of stuck under Jake, that wasn’t happening. Her fingers clawed into…
Snow.
The three men had to be wet—and not the good kind that she was—and freezing, especially Jonah since he was at the bottom of the pile.
"Mmmph…" She turned her head, breaking contact with Jonah’s mouth, saying breathlessly, "Jonah, stop."
The tight way he held her head and twisted her hair in his fist stopped. She lamented the loss, since she’d actually kind of liked that. That wasn’t the worst of it, all the other touching had come to a screeching halt too.
All around them, puffs of white smoked billowed in the air that only moments before had been filled with groans and moans as they’d been caught up in each other.
"I’m sorry," Jonah rasped out, his hands completing dropping from her, while his eyes went to either side of him. " We’re sorry. We didn’t?—"
"Didn’t what?"
The bright moonlight reflected the heat in his gaze as they stared at each other.
"We…" Josh started, pushing his glasses back up his nose and sitting up and away from her, leaving that side of her body suddenly so cold. "We didn’t mean to take advantage of you."
"When did you do that?"
"Just now?" Jake’s answer coming out as a question was a little funny, especially the way he’d said it in such a confused manner. She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. Catching Jonah’s gaze again kind of dispelled the need to laugh as she finally had a hand free and lifted it to cup Jonah’s cold, stubbled cheek.
"You didn’t," she said, softly. "It just, well, it’s cold and you’re all lying in the snow. It can’t be comfortable."
"Snow," Jonah groaned, but not in a way she thought was good. "We didn’t stop to think. We just…"
His gaze searched hers.
"We were just so grateful we’d gotten to you in time," Jonah said, while Jake placed a light kiss on her cheek. She cut her gaze to the youngest Laverty’s serious one. It seemed strange to see such intensity in his eyes, since he always seemed the more carefree of the three.
"If we had lost you," Josh, murmured, low and gruff, while the gentle press of his fingers turned her face toward his. "We can’t lose you." And then his lips pressed to hers in a soft, searching kiss so heartbreakingly sweet, she completely forgot about where they were or that she had, indeed, been so close to losing her life.
It was still cold, and they were all still planted in the snow, but that didn’t matter anymore.
Not with the gentle brush of Josh lips over hers and Jake’s at her cheek and down each side her neck as she tilted her head back as Jonah’s nibbling mouth went down the front. Shivers raced over her that had nothing to do with the cold. Those shivers amplified when a large, masculine hand pushed inside her coat and found a breast and squeezed through her sweater.
Which one of the brothers was it?
That didn’t matter either. But she had her money on Jonah.
"Jonah," Josh whispered against her mouth, before giving it a little lick that had her swallowing hard. "Let’s get her out of here."
"Yeah," Jake said, his nose running up her neck, before kissing behind her ear. "We need to get her where she’s supposed to be."
That need communicated itself all well and good. Though to use where she’s supposed to be was a strange way to put it. Right now, this was where she felt like she was supposed to be. Where she needed to be. As plastered as she was to Jonah, there was no mistaking how much he needed. She had to guess his brothers were in the same condition.
And all for me.
"You’re right." Jonah huffed out a disgruntled breath, while Josh and Jake stood. Each one grabbed her by an arm and lifted her off Jonah, who groaned again. But this time it was the good kind. She wanted to groan too.
Jonah and Jake bracketed her, pressing their bodies to hers as she watched Jonah stand. Then he was in front of her, his hands once more in her hair as he tilted her head up to his.
"Are you ready to go home?"