Adams, Eve - Trio [Gideon's Ring 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

“And wood,” she reminded him.

“Right.”

“
I’m coming with you,
”
Chris stated.

Barrett didn’t argue. He could use the help.

Matt looked back and forth between the men before resting his twinkling gaze on Sarah. Barrett tensed. “Look at you. Did we hire you or something?”

She tilted her head, and damn if the confusion clouding her expression had Barrett captivated. “I offered.”

“Really?”

“Is that hard to believe?”

Matt laughed. “Actually, yes. The women I know would rather bitch about the cold than do something about it.”

“Sounds like you need to get some new friends.” Sarah turned to Barrett without another glance at Matt. “Ready?”

Barrett’s spirit soared. Matt’s charm could sway the most devoted woman. Seeing her pay no more attention to him than she would a complete stranger made a difference.

Matt noticed as well. Sarah followed Chris out of the room and started toward the stairs. Barrett slowed as he met the knowing gaze of his little brother.

“Be careful,” Matt told him.

Barrett knew he meant more than just taking care of not getting stuck out in the snow. With a nod, he hurried down the stairs and caught up with Sarah and Chris as they reached the mudroom.

She secured her hat and earmuffs and nodded for Chris to open the door. When he did, the blast of frigid air hit them all.

“Wow,” Sarah and Chris whispered in unison.

“Yeah, the temp has really dropped.” Shit. No way would the fireplace keep everyone warm.

Sarah shook her head. “No, it’s beautiful. Like a postcard or something. You should take a picture and use this for your Christmas cards.”

“We don’t send out Christmas cards.”

She stepped out into the snow and waited for him to lead the way. “Why not?”

Chris spoke up. “Spend thousands of dollars on impersonal cards that just get thrown out? It’s a waste of money.”

Barrett couldn’t agree more.

“It’s not always about money,” she countered. “It’s a small token to show the guests that you are still thinking of them. To you it may mean spending money you don’t want to spend, but to them it could be the deciding factor in whether to book another weekend at GR&L. You have to spend money to make money.”

She started to sound like Wyatt. “Are you in marketing or something?”

“Or something.”

She did an impressive job of keeping up with the long-legged men in the shin-deep snow. Sarah had to pick up her feet and tromp down to move, the snow already up to her knees. Barrett blew out a breath
,
and it swirled up above his head like a lazy smoke. “We’ll grab the snowcat and take it up to the group of tents.
”

“
Good,
”
Sarah said.
“
It beats walking through this shit. I hate the snow.
”

“
You picked the wrong time of the year to visit Montana, then.
”
Chris grinned.

“
I’m thinking of relocating here,
”
she told them. When they both stopped and looked at her, she went on.
“
I love Montana.
”

“
But you just said you hated the snow,
”
Barrett pointed out.

“
Sure, but there is a whole lot more to Montana than just the snow.
”

When she gave him a knowing look, lust shot through him and heated up his core temperature. He glanced over at Chris, who had that same hunger in his eyes that Barrett knew had to be darkening his.

“
I couldn’t get up to the fields on the ATV, so we should check on the horses and cattle, too.” Chris held Sarah’s hand as he helped her over a large drift.

“Do you turn out your horses, or are they stabled?” Sarah asked.

Barrett and Chris stopped right before they reached the shop housing the snowcat. Barrett asked, “How do you know about caring for horses?”

“Don’t look so shocked, cowboys. I grew up on a ranch in eastern Washington. Part of my chores was to make sure the horses were turned out so they’d grow their winter coats.”

Barrett pushed the door open wide enough to get the snowcat out. “Yes, they have their coats. No, I typically won’t stable a horse unless it’s lame.”

“Heated water?”

“Solar heated.” He glanced up at the thick clouds. “Although today I doubt it’ll be of much use.”

“Do you have a basketball?”

He looked at her. “A what?”

“Basketball? Soccer ball? Volleyball? Anything like that?”

Instead of asking, Chris walked over and grabbed one of the basketballs off the floor. She took it from him and climbed up into the cab as if she’d always ridden in a snowcat. She then let out a slow breath and smiled as she noticed him watching her.

“Your fault.”

“The plug?”

“What do you think?”

Barrett snapped his brow into a frown and thought about it. If it brought her discomfort he didn’t want her to have to keep it in. “Listen, if it is hurting you…”

Grinning, she tilted her head as those stunning brown eyes assessed him. “Was I complaining?”

“Not at all.” He dropped it and cranked the motor until it fired off. With a shiver, he let out a breath. Chris shivered as well and climbed in on the other side of Sarah, pushing her to the middle where she belonged. “Jesus, it’s cold.”

“It’s not that bad, you big baby.” Sarah grinned as she wiggled her brows at him.

“Baby?” She did not just insult him, and he did not just find it hot.

Sending Barrett a flirtatious sideways glance, she lifted her brow in challenge. “You heard me.”

“I don’t know, cuz. I think she needs a lesson on what happens when she calls you a baby.”

She looked at Chris. “Is that so? And what if I call you one as well?”

He spiked his brow in challenge. “Are you?”

“
Maybe. Maybe you are both nothing but big baby cowboys.
”
Oh, she was going to pay for that remark. It irritated and excited him at the same time. “You’re lucky I don’t have a ball gag on me.”

“You keep threatening to shut me up, yet you haven’t been able to.”

“Is that a challenge?”

She turned to him. “How about this. Since this coldblooded snowcat needs to warm up anyway, why don’t the three of us do a little warming up of our own? The first person to come loses.”

Chris laughed. “That plug is going to be our undoing.”

“Oh, probably. But the orgasm is the reward.”

“Then how is that losing?” Barrett asked.

“The first to give in then must give something up. And here’s the challenge…We must remain fully clothed. I definitely won’t make it if either one of you stick anything else in me. And neither one of you can flip the switch on the plug. Agreed?”

Barrett scooted closer to her on the large bench seat. His dick twitched as the thought of the challenge coiled around his groin and bubbled in his balls. “And what would the loser have to give up?”

“Let’s see.” She contemplated her answer, and with just the way she smiled he wanted to take her, lay her down in the bench seat, and make her cry out his name. “Loser must submit to the winner. They lose control.”

Not just no, but
hell
no. “I don’t submit to anyone.”

“That makes two of us,” Chris added.

“If you don’t think you can handle it—”

Barrett jerked her into his arms and slammed his lips down on hers, forcing her mouth open and devouring her. Her tongue met his as they both challenged the other for control. That damn folder squared her backside, and he longed to run his hands around the roundness of her ass. Chris must have thought the same and pulled it out and tossed it aside.

“I can’t believe you brought that with you,” Barrett said.

“You never know when I’ll find an extra minute or two to get caught up on my reading.” She bit at his lower lip before running her tongue along the edge. Barrett laughed. “Could you get any sexier?”

She giggled and rocked her hips, pushing herself down against his hard erection. When she lowered her lips to his, she speared his mouth with her tongue and kissed him with a hunger that equaled, if not surpassed
,
his.

“
Trust me, baby.
”
Chris ran his hands along her shoulders before sliding his hands underneath her thick coat.
“
You won’t get an extra minute or two for anything but attending to your men.
”

“
Sounds good to me,
”
she breathed and then moaned. Chris must have found a nipple to pinch.

“You have no idea how hard you make me,” Barrett groaned as his lips wrenched from hers so he could attack her neck. They had on too many damn clothes for him to pinch her nipples, so how did Chris do it? He couldn’t even get to them.

She reached down and cupped the bulge between his legs. “I think I do.”

When she squeezed, he sucked in a breath. “No fair. I’m not wearing as many clothes as you are.”

“
Are you whining?”

“
I believe he is,
”
Chris said.
“
Sarah, baby, put those sweet legs on either side of Barrett’s. Let me have access to you.
”

“
Clothes stay on, remember?
”

“
I don’t mind losing. In fact,
”
he paused as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock,
“
I think I’d rather enjoy it.
”

“
No fair,
”
she whimpered and licked her lips.

“I’ll give you a chance to back out of this now.” Barrett lifted her so that she straddled him. Grinding his hips, he dug his fingers into her jeans to hold her exactly where he wanted her.

“Ditto.” She rocked her hips, seemingly unaware of the way he’d slipped his hand down and started to unbutton her jeans. She was too transfixed on the way Chris stroked his cock and made it hard in his hand.

“
I’m going to sit here and tease you, my lovely Sarah. Watching me as I get harder and harder, so close to coming, is going to torture you. You want my cock in your mouth, don’t you?
”