looked like an idiot, and the people who passed them—which was everyone because she was going so slow—glanced back.
“I’m fine,” she hissed. “I don’t need you guys hovering over me like human training wheels.”
“You just started snowboarding a few days ago, and you’re on an advanced trail,” Cunningham said. There was a dangerous tone to his voice, making it clear that he wasn’t going to back off.
“We’ll protect you,” Jonathan said. He was trying not to laugh. When Elle gave him a dirty look, she forgot to keep her feet in the right position, and she fell … right into Jonathan’s arms.
“Elle!” Cunningham sounded anguished.
“I’m fine.” She pushed away from Jonathan, who couldn’t stop laughing.
“This is so hot,” he said. “Seeing you helpless like this is getting me worked up.”
Nolan had stopped at a nearly invisible trail that disappeared into dense woods. “Here?”
Cunningham nodded as he pulled a black ski mask over his face. With it on, his body seemed even larger and more intimidating than usual. “You go first, and after you pick a spot, make that phone call. Jonathan goes second. Then I’ll bring Elle.”
“What the hell does ‘bring Elle’ mean?” Elle demanded.
“We’ll have to do something about your potty mouth one of these days,” Cunningham said as he tossed his ski poles to Jonathan, who tucked them under his arm and plunged into the trees after Nolan. “I’m learning all sorts of things about you during this trip.”
Elle glared as he straddled her board with his skis, but when his arms came around her waist, her blood thundered in her ears. Even though she had the sniffles, she could still smell his hot, masculine scent, and his strong body was so firm and solid behind her that despite how humiliated she felt, she was definitely getting wet. She arched back against him, and his embrace tightened around her.
The next thing she knew, she was moving forward. Technically her body was facing sideways, but she was going straight down a steep, narrow path, branches whizzing by either side of her.
“I’m gonna die!” she wailed.
Cunningham’s laugh made them both shake, and Elle tensed up and closed her eyes. Then Cunningham let her go … and she plowed into Jonathan.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he said as he caught her easily. “You know, you’re sexy when you’re terrified.” He and Nolan had taken off their skis, and they were both wearing black ski masks. The effect was a little eerie, and Elle shivered. She knew she was safe with them, but still …
Nolan freed her feet from the board, and Jonathan threw her over his shoulder and carried her into the trees, but not before Elle noticed that the snow surrounding them was untouched.
So they were the first ones to come down there that day. At least she probably didn’t have to worry about someone happening upon whatever was about to happen.
By the time Jonathan set her down, they were so deep in the forest that she couldn’t see the path at all. Jonathan used the side of his stiff boot to scrape the snow away from the base of a large, sturdy evergreen, then he moved back while Nolan trampled the remaining snow until a little area had been carved out.
“You could have told me,” Jonathan whispered as he caressed her cheek.
“I … I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”
Rough hands grabbed her, and Elle found herself pressed up against the trunk. Cunningham’s dark eyes were frightening as he grabbed her jaw and kissed her possessively. After having been so safe in his arms, it was strange to be afraid of him.
Cunningham grabbed her throat and squeezed just a little. “Too bad the air’s so thin here,” he said. “Choking you while you suck our cocks would teach you a lesson.”
“Yes, sir,” Elle breathed. She couldn’t meet his unwavering gaze, so she glanced at the others. Jonathan had one hand in his pants. Even the mask couldn’t hide how sexy he