He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194 Just You and Me

Natalie’s POV

I catch my reflection in the mirror. I can’t stop the grin that stays fixed on my face right now. After Clayton and I have our late–night sexcapade, we climb back into bed–though not before we both snap photos of Logan spooning Dylan. Logan’s arm clamps firmly around Dylan, tucked beneath Dylan’s arm. Dylan takes hold of Logan’s arm and pulls it tight against his chest. Logan presses his face into Dylan’s back, hidden there. They’re lucky they both still have their briefs on. Honestly, it’s the sweetest thing I have ever seen. They are going to hate it.

I wake up bright–eyed and bushy–tailed, tangled up in limbs, and I have to pee so badly it’s urgent. I manage to slip out without waking any of them. I really crave a minute that belongs only to me. So now I stand here, studying my own face. For some reason, I expect I’ll look different. Maybe I do, in a way. I look happier than I do when I arrive seven days ago.

I brush my teeth and throw on clothes fast–a baby blue cotton tank top and a matching shorts sleep set. I shuffle back into the bedroom, and all of them are still asleep. The smile on my face stretches even wider. I feel genuinely happy. I head down the spiral staircase and turn my attention to the yard through the windows. It snows last night. A smooth white blanket waits outside for me. Sunlight sparkles across the trees coated in snow.

The path from the driveway up to the cabin disappears under the snow as well. Dylan’s truck and my car both wear a layer of it, and the drift reaches the middle of my wheels while the lower half of his is buried. I figure we get about five or six inches. It’s beautiful. Thankfully, it isn’t deep enough yet, so we can still jump into Dylan’s truck and drive out.

We have plenty of food, water, and alcohol, but what we’re running short on is toilet paper. I need tampons too, because my dumbass doesn’t think to pack more than what’s already in my travel bag, and I’m due to start in a couple of days. I can already feel the usual warning signs. I’m craving chocolate and pretzels so badly, and I have neither.

I walk into the kitchen and start pulling ingredients together to make crêpes. I take out strawberries, bananas, and peaches and begin slicing them up. After that, I mix together a fruit dip and grab whipped cream from the fridge. I begin cooking the crêpes, and I finish eight of them by the time my guys come downstairs.

Clayton leans in, kisses the top of my head, and tells me good morning before heading for the coffee pot. Logan steps up behind me and loops his arms around my body, watching me make a crêpe, then he kisses my shoulder and moves away to set the table.

Dylan comes in, grabs me, and spins me around before I can start another crêpe, and then he kisses the ever–loving daylights out of me. After that, he turns me back toward the stove and smacks my ass. I hear groans as Dylan walks off to pour himself a glass of milk.

“I love the way her ass jiggles when it’s smacked,” Logan says casually to Clayton and Dylan.

“Yeah. It’s a gorgeous sight, that ass–so round and luscious,” Dylan adds. “It’s the first thing I notice about her. She bends down, picks up a tote and a baking dish, and I literally almost come in my shorts.”

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I smirk. They talk about me like I’m not even standing right here.

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“When she comes over for Thanksgiving, I can’t keep my eyes off it when she walks ahead of me into the house. The jiggle has me completely mesmerized.”

I snort and laugh under my breath. I turn the stove off and carry the crêpes over to the table. Logan already sets the fruit, the dip, and the whipped cream out.

“Eat up. Even though it snows outside, we still need to make one more trip into town. There are a few essentials I need from the store–unless you guys want to stay here, and I’ll go alone.”

“I get an email today that I have to answer, and I need to call my boss about a job for when I’m back. I’ll stay here, but can you please pick me up some apple cider–a big jug?” Clayton asks.

I nod while I eat.

“I’m heading to that shed I see out back. I want to cut up some trees and make sure we’ve got enough firewood. I check the weather app, and it says a blizzard is coming our way,” Logan says. “I could also use shaving cream–any kind–and we need more lube.” He flashes me a huge grin after that, and I glance at Dylan.

“Just you and me, little mama.”

I squirm in my seat. I miss Dylan so much. Spending time with him is going to feel really good.

When I finish eating, I run upstairs and change into fleece leggings and a purple sweater dress. I pull on a pair of my new boots, then head into the bathroom and fix my hair. I braid it into two Dutch braids and hurry back down the stairs. All three of them pause whatever they’re doing, turn toward me, and

stare at me.

“Jesus, you’re gorgeous,” Clayton says.

“Seriously–the most beautiful girl I have ever seen,” Logan murmurs.

“Absolutely true on both counts. You steal my breath, little mama.”

My pulse lurches and skips. They make me feel noticed in the deepest way and cherished like I matter. To them, I’m not something to hide; they want me openly, and they don’t hesitate to let everyone see it. When we’re at the bar in town, they stake their claim in front of a whole crowd. And last night, when we go out for dinner and then a movie, each of them finds some small way to touch me so it’s clear I’m with them. One gives me a quick kiss, another wraps me in a hug. Two of them keep my hands in theirs while the third stays just behind me, close enough that he can slide a hand to my hip and hold

me there.

Strangers watch, a few murmur to each other, yet my guys never waver for even a second in the attention they give me.

“Ready, little mama?” Dylan asks.

“Yeah.”

As we head into town, Dylan keeps my hand in his, pressing kisses to my knuckles or pulling one of my fingers into his mouth to suck on it. By the time we reach where we’re going, I’m completely

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“You’re going to be the death of me, Dylan.”

He laughs under his breath while he helps me climb down from the truck.

He grips my hand firmly so I don’t slide on the sidewalk while we walk into the store together.

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“I grab Clayton’s cider, Logan’s shaving cream, and the lube. You go get whatever you need to pick up,”

he tells me.

“Okay, baby.”

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