The drapes were open, giving her a clear view of the swirling flakes outside the window. She couldn’t imagine the men riding through this back to the cabin on the Flying D. The tire tracks from earlier were invisible, and judging by the accumulation against the bushes, it looked as if a foot of snow had come down. How much more would fall before morning? Letting the thick precipitation outside be her backdrop, she turned and faced Ram. When she thought about being between him and Jax all night, she didn’t care how much it accumulated before morning. She’d be nice and warm. Without further considering anything beyond this moment, Briar pulled off her T-shirt and jeans. Ram discarded his own clothes and reached for her as she stepped free of the denim. She shivered in pleasure as he drew her close, and she felt every inch of his powerful body against her. Cupping her face, he kissed her. While Jax’s kisses were determined and direct, Ram’s were gentler. He explored her thoroughly, making her feel cherished with each movement of his lips on hers.
