I pull my hand in and watch her work as she pulls out a knife. Her moves are smooth and sure, and there’s a grace to it that I find myself somewhat hypnotized by. That abruptly ends when out of nowhere, she snaps the bird’s neck and in an impressive move, strips the skin and feathers off in one pull. She guts it and cleans it and before I know it, the bird is on a stick and she’s holding it above the flames to cook. Remi is focused on her meal, and the rest of us are focused on her, the only noises around us from insects and the crackle of the fire as it consumes the logs.
“Are you seriously going to eat a malnourished wild bird, some weeds, and strawberry runts?” I ask, not sure how I feel about that. I know she said she can hunt and fend for herself, but this looks like a sad meal to me, and it sets my protective nature off. She really would be better off eating some of the canned food we were smart enough to haul.
“Trust me. This Mountain Quail, strawberries, and onions will taste a hell of alot better than your can of mush, but thanks for the offer.”
I huff, doubting that statement, and she raises an eyebrow in challenge at me. “Don’t knock it until you try it, Mady,” she teases, and I get the impression that we’re not just talking about her Bear Grylls’s style meal anymore.
Remi pulls a few strawberries out of her bag and reaches out to deposit them in each of our palms. She does the same with a few onions and I stare at the puny haul in my hand. I don’t reallywantto eat the weird weeds, but I do, because apparently I’m a sucker, and she looks so damn excited and proud of herself. I shove it in my mouth, prepared to swallow quickly, but surprisingly, the shit doesn’t taste half bad. The strawberries, although small, taste better than any of that bland grocery store shit.
“Well?” she asks, but I’m too busy watching her lips close around a strawberry of her own. I’m suddenly thinking about what she must taste like right now as she chews the sweet fruit...and I’m hard again. Fucking hell.
“It was really good, actually,” Brant tells her, clearly impressed by themad skillsshe’s been claiming she has.
“And it’s healthy,” she says with a nod. “There’s nothing better than mother nature. She has everything we need.”
“Yeah she does,” Theo says under his breath, still staring at her mouth.
He’s sure as shit not talking about nature.
14
Remi
“Go fucking fish,” I say triumphantly, as I slap the pile of cards for Theo.
He laughs and shakes his head at me, but draws a card before Madix takes his turn. “Brant, you got any twos?” Madix asks.
Brant swears and hands two cards over, and I chuckle at his expense as Madix makes another book. Brant’s eyes flash to me. “You think that’s funny?”
I nod, unable to contain my grin. “Sure do. Your pile’s looking a little...little,” I finish with a laugh.
To my surprise, he leans in close to my ear, and my body instantly becomes very excited at the close proximity. His breath on my neck sends little pings of electricity from my chest, past my stomach, and lights up everything at the apex of my thighs.“There’s nothing little about my...pile,” he tells me, his voice low and gravelly.
Before I can even attempt to reply, he pulls back and winks, and I’mthis closeto throwing the rest of my cards down and launching myself at him. I swear, ever since these boys showed up, my libido has been revved up and ready to go. I’ve sampled the tasting menu, and now I’m ready for the eleven course meal that is their hot, muscular bodies.
Just that thought sends my blood pumping hard throughout my whole body, and with what I overheard, I’m starting to think that maybe my fantasy isn’t so out of reach. When I heard them talking about me on my way back to the campsite, I felt a little guilty at first, but then I just felt shocked as hell. I never thought that these three macho dudes would actually consider getting with me for more than a one night stand, but from the sounds of it, they were actually talking about more than just the hot sex I’ve been aiming for, and were trying to work out the logistics of an actual relationship. I’ve always been comfortable with my body and my sexuality; I go for what I want and move on if I don’t get it. My views and proclivities are outside of the box, but that’s never bothered me.
As far as living outside of the norm, well, I never saw much point in coloring inside the lines when I can draw my own damn picture. But I haven’t found anyone willing to do that, not long-term at least, and I was coming to terms with the fact that I probably never would. I date casually, one-night stands and some threesomes here and there, but it gets old. Awesome sex is, well... awesome, but just sex starts to feel unfulfilling. Orgasms are great and a favorite part of my day, but like a mermaid once said, I want more. I want intimacy and orgasms, and I’ve discovered that is a very difficult combo to find.
But this? The three of them? It’s a golden unicorn of a perfect scenario. It’s a bit surreal sitting here with them around a campfire, playing Go Fish, while the world ends. I feel like a giddy kid on Christmas morning, but at the same time, I don’t want to get my hopes up just to find out that my golden unicorn is really a donkey with a toilet paper roll tied to its head. If this actually turns into more than one night of hot sex, then I will have officially found the holy fucking grail. I run my gaze slowly over each of them and bite my cheek to keep the audible sounds of appreciation from sneaking out of my mouth.
There would be zero chance of me getting bored with these three. And it’s not just because they’re hot, but yeah, not gonna lie, that’s a nice little perk. I mean, they’ve got muscles on muscles, with a side of muscles. There are so many strong and bendy things that would be possible with these three.
Plus, they’re all so different yet complementary to each other, and the real golden unicorn prancing around this group, is that they’re actually genuinely good guys. I suspected as much when I drew my gun on them on my porch and heard why they were there. But after watching them interact with each other and worry about the welfare of a complete stranger, theirgood guystatus is officially confirmed.
“Remington,” Madix says, drawing me out of my thoughts with his deep, husky voice. The sound of my name on his lips immediately sends goosebumps traveling over my skin.
He leans towards me, and I’m suddenly aware of the heat and closeness of Brant on my left, while Madix’s movement on my right is setting up a delicious Remi sandwich.
God, I love sandwiches. Please let them be footlongs.
Madix’s dark eyes smolder as he flicks his gaze over my body before meeting my eyes.This is it,I think to myself. The macho alpha is finally gonna give in to the intense sexual chemistry we have. Adrenaline courses through my body, and I clench my thighs in delectable anticipation.
“Yeah, soldier?” I reply, because I know it drives him wild. I see the way his eyes dilate every time I do it.
He raises a finger, and my lips part and my breath hitches, waiting to see where he’s going to touch me. He makes a straight line for my breasts, and I unconsciously jut my chest out becausehell yeah!But right at the last second, his finger drops, and instead, he taps the top of the cards that I completely forgot I was even holding.
“You got any aces?” he asks with a smirk.
