Page 126 of Snowed In with Benefits

“Oh, my god,” Hunter says. “Oh, this makes it even better.”

“What does? Makes what better?” I ask.

Emmett turns me toward him. “Do you remember when you told us to get on our knees for you?”

“Yes,” I say, blushing a little.

“Well… how about one knee?”

I blink, confused. But then they all drop to one knee. My heart pounds frantically in my chest as Beau reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little shiny thing. I stare at it for a long moment, unable to believe my eyes. It’s my grandmother’s ring. The band is repaired, the stone is reset, but it’s her ring. My throat tightens and my hand flies to my locket. They must have taken it out to get it repaired. I had no idea.

Beau holds the ring. “Josie. You bring out the best in me. You make me want to be the best version of myself. Will you marry me?”

“Beau,” I breathe. “Yes. Of course.”

He passes the ring to Hunter, who grins, emotion shining through his eyes. “Josie, I would die without your cooking. I need to eat it for the rest of my life.” His grin fades, but the emotion in his eyes only brightens. “Seriously, Josie. I started falling for you the moment I met you, and I haven’t stopped falling for you since. Will you marry me?”

“Oh, Hunter,” I say, laughing through my tears. “Of course I will.”

He passes the ring to Emmett. Emmett is quiet for a long moment. Nobody rushes him. We all know that words aren’t Emmett’s strong suit, but they’re always worth the wait.

“A part of me died when we lost Davey and Grandpa in the same year,” he says. “My friends kept me here. Kept me on this side of the ground.” He looks up at me, his gray eyes shining silver. “I didn’t come back to life until I met you.”

He holds out the ring. “Marry me. Please.”

“I will,” I promise. “I do. Always and forever.”

Emmett swallows, fighting tears. He slides the ring on my finger as a single tear rolls down his cheek. He gets to his feet and looks down at me. I reach up for him and kiss him, pulling him down to me. Hunter gets kisses next, then Beau, then Emmett again. It’s getting too hot for the kitchen.

“Come on,” Hunter says, grinning at me. “There’s an oversized bed with your name all over it.”

Beaming, I follow him through the door and into the bedroom. Beau and Emmett follow us, their hands finding me in the space between the kitchen and the bedroom. I stand here in the middle of the room, in front of our oversized bed, and allow myself to be stripped naked by my men. Wearing nothing but my ring, I climb into bed, pulling Emmett and Hunter with me by their hands, drawing Beau with us with my eyes.

There’s no rush this time. No pantry, no party on the other side of the door, no danger of getting caught. Just our bedroom, our bed, the Christmas lights from the living room casting soft color through the open door. They undress slowly, watching me watch them, and I let myself look. I’ve seen these bodies a hundred times now and they still make my breath catch. Emmett’s broad chest with a dusting of hair. Hunter’s lean stomach and the way his muscles shift when he moves. Beau’s shoulders, wide enough to block out the world, covered in tattoos.

They climb into bed with me and for a while it’s just hands and mouths and warmth. Emmett kisses me slow and deep while Hunter’s mouth traces down my neck, my collarbone, the space between my breasts. Beau’s hands are on my thighs, spreading me open, his thumbs drawing slow circles on my inner thighs that make me shiver. There’s no hurry. We have all night. We have every night.

“I want all of you,” I whisper against Emmett’s mouth. “At the same time.”

He pulls back and looks at me, his gray eyes dark. “Yeah?”

“All of you. Together. Right now.”

Something shifts in the room. The air gets heavier. Hunter’s hand stills on my breast. Beau’s grip tightens on my thighs. They look at each other over my body, a silent conversation that takes about two seconds, and then Emmett is pulling me on top of him.

He settles onto his back and I straddle him, my knees on either side of his hips. He’s already hard, thick and heavy against my thigh. I reach down and guide him inside me, sinking down slowly, taking all of him inch by inch. My head tips back and I groan. No matter how many times we do this, the stretch of him always takes my breath away. He fills me completely, his hands gripping my hips, steadying me as I adjust.

“There she is,” he murmurs, looking up at me with something close to reverence. “My girl.”

I start to move, slow rolls of my hips, finding the rhythm. His hands slide up my waist, over my ribs, cupping my breasts. The ring catches the Christmas lights and throws a tiny spark across the ceiling. I’m riding my fiancé. All three of my fiancés. The thought makes me clench around him and he groans, his hips bucking up to meet mine.

Beau’s hand presses flat against my lower back. “Lean forward for me,” he says, his voice low and rough.

I lean down against Emmett’s chest, changing the angle, and Emmett’s cock shifts inside me in a way that makes us both gasp. Beau’s fingers slide between my cheeks, slick with something warm. He works me open slowly, patiently, the way they’ve done before, and my body remembers. The resistance melts faster this time. I want this. I want all of them inside me at once, filling every part of me, leaving no space that isn’t theirs.

“Ready?” Beau asks.

“Yes,” I breathe.