Between Three Alphas (Steamy BBW Werebear Shifter FMMM Menage Romance) by Willow Wilde Read Free Book Online Page A

was the badge of honor to any worthwhile winter to have spent at least a weekend up there. Most of the kids in my classes learned how to ski or snowboard at an early age, hitting the carefully-groomed trails and coming back occasionally with a broken bone but always with a good story. The richer kids practically lived up there during the seasons, coming back down for classes and spending their Fridays blowing through the classes and planning their festivities.
     
    If I sound a little bitter, it's because I had to watch that crap my entire adolescence. Not once did I ever get to go up there...not until a particularly life-changing weekend during my single year of college.
     
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    After blazing through our finals, my best friend Jenn and I saved up enough money to finally scrap together a weekend. As we drove up to the resort, we commiserated over the endless late nights of waiting tables at the borderline awful steakhouse in town. All those side salads whipped together in the kitchen, those soul-wrenching Kids Eat Free Tuesday nights, and enough indecent tippers to practically bankrupt us outside of paying our bills and incrementally adding to the collective “Ski Resort or Bust” pot…
     
    As we stood in line that Friday afternoon, finally ready to hand over our hard-earned cash, we knew the weekend was going to be fucking amazing. Jenn had already been once, when she first moved to town for college. I wasn't much of a drinker, which was pretty much all that there was to do here. Jenn didn't mind so much, and dragged me along to the occasional club during the summers, while I'd drink a virgin coke while she slammed down mixed drinks and danced with the guys.
     
    This year's fashion? Lumberjacks, apparently.
     
    I didn't get the aesthetic at first, but I had to admit that there was something primal in it that appealed to me. Those rugged jaws and thick beards did something fierce to me, or at least they did when I was home alone with my hand down the front of my pajama pants. In all honesty, the actual guys never really turned me on. They always seemed to act their age, which was apparently twelve. Catcalling and whooping after the women, they didn't have a single bone of respect or appreciation for a real woman between them.
     
    And I, of course, was all “real woman.” With curves that wouldn't quit and a nice, thick body, I was eager to give my pillowy body to the first true gentleman who wooed me.
     
    But I found out the hard way that I was surrounded by a bunch of mountain hicks. They were all idiots, the lot of them. It took me a while to understand that they were just animals, really, but a bunch of stupid ones at that. The primal needs that I felt were relegated to my alone time, and I set aside any hope that a real man would ever whisk me off of my feet.
     
    I said before that we knew the weekend was going to be fucking amazing. And it was...but for reasons I would never have guessed. And at first...it was looking pretty freaking abysmal.
     
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    I glared out the windows into the dead of the night, cursing my luck. The weather was supposed to have been fine for this weekend, but the freak snowstorm had inexplicably come out of nowhere. Jenn and I had barely made it back from the trails in time.
     
    “C'mon, Jess,” she told me. I hadn't heard her approach, and I whipped my head around to scowl at her. “You've been over here for, like, twenty minutes. Glaring at it isn't going to make it go away, you know.”
     
    “I'm willing to try.” My sarcasm bitterly dripped from my voice as I crossed my arms, facing it again. Just my rotten, fucking luck . “I mean, the forecast said everything was fine ! Where the hell did all of this come from?”
     
    “I don't know,” she conceded. “We're lucky we got in when we did. I think