I cock an eyebrow and look over at him. “A prostitute?”

“An older woman who only wanted one thing.”

“Your money?”

I hear a breathy laugh and look over, seeing Kaleb’s chest and stomach shake a little. Did I just…? Did he just…?

Oh, my God. He laughed. At my joke.

I finish my beer and set the bottle on the coffee table, the glow from the fire the only thing lighting the dark room. “Well, I’m sorry things didn’t go better for both of you tonight.”

“What do you mean?”

“Last chance for overnight visitors,” I tease. “Nothing to play with this winter.”

Noah sits there a moment, looking like he’s contemplating something. “Maybe,” he says.

I narrow my eyes.

Maybe…

I nod. “You’re right. I mean, you can’t be the only people up here, right?” I ask. “There have to be other mountain men?”

He looks over at me. “Excuse me?”

“More warm bodies,” I clarify, maintaining a straight face. “There have to be more guys holed up in cabins up here, right? It’s okay. It happens in prison. Gay for the stay.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Excuse me?”

But before I can answer, he launches over, grabs my legs and pulls me down the couch toward him as he jabs me in my ribs.

I try to hold back my laughter, but a little bit escapes. “Stop.”

“What did you say?” He pokes my inner thighs, and I slap at his hands.

“Well, you are kind of metro.”

“And what about you?”

“What about me what?” I curl, shielding myself from his fingers in my stomach.

“I saw you dancing with Cici at the race.” He leans over me, continuing his attack of jabs. “Maybe same-sex heat turns you on.”

I let out sad, little laughs but plead at him with my eyes. “Stop it.” I shove his hands away, but they keep coming back. “I mean, it’s okay. You have to cope with the seclusion somehow, right?”

He growls and grabs my feet, tickling the underside. I kick, laughing hard. “Stop it!”

But then, all of a sudden, he grabs me by the collar and pulls me up onto his lap.

He wraps his arms around me, whispering in my ear. “You wanna see how we really cope with the seclusion?”

My smile falls, my laughter gone, and I watch as he scrolls the TV’s files and finally clicks on one.

My ass is planted firmly in his lap, my back against his chest, and all I’m aware of is his body underneath mine, through the thin fabric we wear.

The screen goes black, the whole room cast in darkness again except for the fire, and Noah sits back, pulling me with him.

I tense.

Another soft glow lights up the room, but I’m afraid to raise my eyes because I know what he put on the TV.

I can’t look.

But I don’t want to leave, either.

I hear kissing. And rain.

The acting is bad—my face warms with embarrassment for them—but… I don’t know.

I stay sitting there on top of Noah.

It’s a boy and girl in the film. Teenagers. They’re making out in their car, and I can tell from the conversation that they’re in the woods on a rainy night. Secluded and alone.

Or so they think.

I look up, taking in the gradient picture of the porno, the windows of their car fogged up as the rain pounds the roof, but then flashing lights appear and two cops are knocking on their window.

Noah holds me, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand as we watch.

“No, please,” the young guy on the movie begs the cops. “I don’t have money for all that. I’ll pay it. Can we just forget about this?”

Apparently, the loser has a couple warrants for unpaid tickets and expired insurance. They want to take him to jail.

But then, of course, they flash their lights inside the car and get a good look at his little girlfriend.

Cop #1 cocks his head and offers the idiot a Get-Out-of-Jail-Free card.

I watch as the two uniformed officers pull the girl out of the car and coerce her into compliance. Her boyfriend can go home, the warrants erased, and her daddy will never have to pick her up at the station tonight. If she gives them what they want.

The rain drenches her little white blouse which she has tied up under her breasts, her nipples and skin showing clear through the wet fabric as the cop looks hungrily at them. An ache settles between my legs, pulsating and warm.

“This is what we do,” Noah whispers in my ear. “This is what we do to get through the winter, Tiernan.”

I glance over at Kaleb, his face hidden, but I see his chest and stomach rising and falling with his quickened breathing.

“It’s what you’ll do, too,” Noah adds.

With them? Or…

I drop my eyes, hearing the girl’s clothes tearing.

Noah’s breathing turns ragged, and he shifts under me, his cock hardening and rubbing me.

I draw in a breath.

“You should go to bed now,” he says in a low voice.

Gently, he pushes me off his lap and scoots down in his seat, getting more comfortable as the officer shoves the young girl up against her boyfriend’s window, her bare tits pressing against the wet glass so he can watch.

I slide down the sofa, and I should leave. I…

He pulls down her shorts, rips off her shirt, and pulls her panties aside, gripping her hair as he pushes inside of her.

She whimpers, looking guilty and shy, but she doesn’t protest as the shot slides to her boyfriend inside the car who watches her wet tits bounce against the glass as she gets fucked right in front of him.

I look over at Noah and see he’s not watching the movie. He’s watching me.

“Last chance,” he says softly, rubbing his cock through his pants. “You should leave.”

But I don’t want to. Heat rises to my cheeks, but I pull the blanket over my legs and hold his eyes as he gives me a few more seconds to make sure I’m sure.

A grin plays on his mouth, but the humor he always has is gone. He’s hot right now. His muscles are tense, his eyes are on fire, and he knows we’re about to cross a line.

Holding my gaze, he reaches inside his black pants, stroking himself under the fabric and watching me for a reaction. But when I don’t move, he takes it out.

My eyes flash to what he holds in his hand, and my stomach immediately starts swirling with heat and butterflies.

Shit.

He’s thick and hard, the firelight dancing across the fat tip, and I watch as he pulls off his T-shirt and licks his hand, stroking himself up and down again and again, never taking his eyes off me.

“You wanna watch?” he whispers so quietly I almost can’t hear it.

Yes. His beautiful body glows and flexes as he strokes himself, and I lick my lips, just wanting this one thing. I just want to see.

He quirks a smile and looks back at the TV, while I watch him and the film, both of them making my heart pump faster and harder. I feel the slickness between my legs and lean back against the arm, the girl’s moans, the cops’ grunts, and the boys’ breathing filling our small space as sweat glistens across Noah’s chest.

The girl is being used so hard, the first cop coming inside her and squeezing her breasts, while the second one immediately throws her into the back seat of her boyfriend’s car, undoes his trousers and comes down on top of her, taking his turn.