After a while I head into the bedroom to go to sleep myself. I don't turn the lights on, because I don't want to wake them, but I can still see the dark outline of Rose's face, curled on her side under the heavy blankets.
Behind her, Logan is sound asleep already, and I take off my clothes quietly, stripping to my undershirt and boxers. My dick is still so hard that it looks like I'm wearing a Boy Scout tent, but who cares? They're asleep.
And then, as I turn down my covers and wish, one more time, that I was getting in next to Rose, she opens her eyes.
I can just barely see her gaze flick from my face to my massive tent and back.
She smiles, just slightly.
Somehow, I fall asleep.
I toss and turn all night. Snow isn't noisy, but the storm is, and I've always been a light sleeper, so every time the wind whips around the cabin I wake up, wondering if I need to get up in the middle of the night and fix something.
In the morning, I'm awake before Logan and Rose. She's on her stomach, her hair fanned out on the pillow around her, and he's turned toward her. I can't see beneath the covers, but from the way they're lying, it looks like his arm's thrown over her.
I pull on a few layers of clothing and leave the room so I don't have to look any more, heading into the kitchen, where I make coffee and then drink it black while I stare out the window and watch the snow come down.
All I can think is thank God we found her.
The snow is probably at least eighteen inches deep already, and there's no sign it's going to stop. It's supposed to keep storming all of today and into tonight, so there's no telling how much we'll end up with. It'll be a lot. Probably enough that we'll need to go outside and shovel off the roof to prevent a cave-in, since all that snow gets heavy.
I finish my coffee and pour myself another cup as my stomach growls. I remember that we didn't even eat last night, just went to bed, and for a moment I kick myself.
She worked all day, nearly froze to death, and you didn't even offer her food?
The cabin's very well stocked for the winter, so I set to work making a feast for breakfast. Yeah, Logan's better at human interactions than I am, but I'd like to see him making a fucking omelet.
In a few minutes, I've got bacon frying, pancake batter made, fresh coffee in the pot, and I've whipped up orange juice from concentrate. Just as I turn on the griddle to start warming up, the bedroom door opens.
Rose steps out. She's still wearing my old shirt and Logan's old sweatpants from yesterday, and they're so big on her it looks like she might drown in them, but there's something oddly alluring about the sight.
Like we've both just had her and she picked up whatever clothes were on the ground.
My cock twitches, yet again.
"That smells amazing!" she chirps, all brightness and light, padding across the kitchen to stand next to me. "You'd think that since I work in a diner I'd get tired of bacon, but I never do."
I look down at her in surprise, a slow smile spreading across my face.
"You seem better," I say.
She smiles and looks down.
"I think I just needed some rest," she says. "Is that coffee?"
I fill a mug and hand it to her.
"How did you sleep?" I ask. I don't mean to, but it just slips out.
Rose glances away, looking out the window where nearly everything is blindingly white.
"Really well, actually," she says. "Considering that I was sharing a bed with a total stranger. I was really tired."
"We're hardly strangers anymore," Logan says, coming out of the bedroom as well.
He's bare-chested, holding his shirt in his hands, and Rose looks at him and then quickly looks away, her cheeks turning pink. Jealousy writhes in my chest.
I know they didn't do anything but sleep. I was five feet away. But I can't shake the thought.
Not that he might have gotten to have her, feel her soft body under his as he ravished this beautiful, innocent girl.
But that he might have done it without me.
Chapter Seven
Rose
I eat like a starving alligator. Knox and Logan chat, sipping their coffee, eating bites one at a time, like regular people, but I inhale bacon and pancakes and eggs and toast and then more bacon and eggs and another pancake, not to mention coffee and orange juice.
In my defense, I'm not exactly sure what the last time I ate was. It might have been yesterday's breakfast, when I sneaked some hash browns and eggs off the griddle at work.
When I finally finish, we all sit around the hand-carved dining table and talk for a little while. I tell them about graduating from high school and there not being the money for college, so I'm trying to save up. They both tell me about their jobs with the forest service — Logan's actually a biologist, in charge of the camera traps out here, and Knox is a former lumberjack and all-around handyman.
And in the light of day, they're both insanely good-looking. Even under layers of sweaters, I can tell.
Plus, I can't stop thinking about last night, when Logan took his shirt off so casually before we both got into his bed. I think I laid there for half an hour, just knowing that he was next to me, his rippling muscles and chiseled torso inches from my fingers.
I just kept thinking, what if I reached out, right now. What would happen?
Then Knox walked in, and when he stripped down, he had an absolutely enormous erection. And then, this morning, when Logan rolled over in his sleep, spooning me? It felt like there was a baseball bat rubbing against me.
I think I want Logan. But I also think I want Knox.
And I know I can't have them both. Heck, I'm not even going to have one of them — even though they saved my life, they're almost total strangers, and I've never gotten past first base before.
I can't just give up my virginity to a man I just met.
Or two men, I think.
My face flushes hot just at the thought, and I look down at my empty plate. I'm absolutely aching down there, and it makes me feel dirty.
Probably just the hypothermia, I tell myself. Psychosis, remember? If that's even real.
I look from Logan to Knox, both sitting across the table from me.
I don't think it's psychosis.
I help clean up the breakfast dishes, even though they try to get me to sit back down, but I insist. It's the least I can do after they've literally saved my life, after all.
The snow storm is still howling outside, but the two of them bundle up, putting on layer after layer of cold-weather gear. Apparently, there's so much snow that they need to shovel off the roof or there's a chance it'll cave in.
"I'll come help," I volunteer. I do owe them a hell of a favor, after all.
Logan laughs. Knox frowns.
"No," they say in unison.
Getting the snow off the roof takes a long time, and for once, I'm not busy. I wander around the cabin for a while, looking at tchotchkes and old issues of National Geographic, but that's not where my mind is.
My mind is on Logan, taking his shirt off last night. On his huge erection, pressing against me this morning.
It's on Knox, last night, looking at me half-naked. Inexperienced as I am, even I could recognize the hunger in his eyes.
I wind up back in the bedroom. I can't stop thinking these dirty thoughts about the perfectly nice men who saved me, and I'm so wet with desire that my juices are starting to run down my thigh.
It's really just embarrassing. These pants are borrowed.
For some reason, I lean over and smell Logan's pillow. It smells like him, and I swear I throb with desire. I do the same to Knox's, then stand to leave.
They're still shoveling snow on the roof, I think. They'll be a while.
You could just... take care of things right now. Then you'd feel better when they get back inside.
It sort of makes sense. I'm desperately aroused, and I'm terrified that they can tell, that they're going to think I'm some sort of pervert, so I lay down on Knox’s bed and slide one hand under my borrowed sweatpants.
The moment my hand touches my clit I jolt, hyper-sensitive, and I gasp, my eyes closing. I'm wet beyond belief, slippery with my own juices.
I start rubbing myself, and then I start imagining things.
Knox, kneeling over me while I'm on my back like this. He undoes his belt and then pulls out his huge cock, stroking it slowly in front of me. I'm completely at his mercy, and he grabs my hips in his hands, pulling me toward him with a low growl.
I bite my lip, stifling a moan.
And then Logan's there, too, on one side. He's got both my wrists in his hands as he turns my head toward him, his massive cock bobbing in front of my face, his grip on me tightening as I open my mouth, practically begging him to let me wrap my lips around it.
In Knox's bed, I arch my back, rubbing faster and harder. It feels good, but I can tell it's not going to be nearly enough to satisfy the yawning emptiness I feel.
I think about Knox, his cock at my entrance, the tip of Logan's cock in my mouth as they hold me down. I'm totally under their control, both of them at once, and then Knox pulls me onto his thick, massive cock all in one trust.
"Fuck me!" I whimper, alone in the bed.
I turn my head and bite the pillow, imagining Knox thrusting himself hard and deep and roughly as I swallow Logan and he groans in pleasure, barely letting me move.
"Please," I whisper, and then I come.
I come hard, imagining two men at once, filling two holes, me totally at their mercy, but it's not enough. There's still an empty, gnawing ache as I finish.
Plus, now I feel filthy. I've never done anything remotely close to that, let alone imagined it.
I lie in Knox's bed, breathing hard.
What's happening to me? I think.
Then I hear the front door open.