Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
"Listen to you," he rasps. "Dripping down my cock and still trying to boss me. You want it deeper? You want me to fill this tight little pussy until you can't invent a joke?"
"Yes. God. Yes."
"Then take it. Look at me while you take it. I want those eyes. I want you knowing who's in you. Nobody else gets this. Nobody else gets you making these sounds. You're mine in this bed. Say it."
"I'm yours." It comes out easy. Terrifying. True. "Your turn."
He laughs, wrecked, and gives me the words I didn't know I needed. "I'm yours. Have been since you crashed into my chest and started talking. Now come on my cock and mean it."
His hand slides between us. His thumb finds me where I'm already oversensitive and works a tight circle. The second orgasm hits harder than the first, long and helpless, and I clamp down on him while he drives through it with a growl I feel in my teeth. He follows on a broken curse, buried deep, hips stuttering, mouth open against my temple.
We stay joined until the shaking turns into breathing. He's still in me. I'm still holding him with my legs.
He kisses the corner of my mouth, then the damp hair at my temple. The dirty talk thins into something quieter that still isn't soft.
"You good?"
"I'm excellent. Don't start a speech."
"It's a check." He eases out of me and I make a small betrayed sound. He huffs, disappears for a cloth, and comes back to clean me with that same precise attention he used on my wrist in the other house. When he's done he pulls the blanket over both of us and hauls me half onto his chest.
Outside, the storm keeps coming. The spur we drove is gone under white. Yard 4 will still be there when the road exists again.
Right now there’s a fire starting to throw real heat and a man whose heart is hammering under my ear.
"When it breaks," he says into my hair, "we go to the yard. Until it breaks, you're here. With me. In this bed. If you want more, you wake me. If you want sleep, you take it. If you want me to say filthy things against your skin until the windows thaw, you only have to ask."
I tip my face up and kiss the underside of his jaw. "I want all of that. In that order. After I can feel my legs."
His arm tightens around my waist. Under my ear his heartbeat is still too fast. I drag my fingers through the hair on his chest and feel him twitch inside the leftover aftershocks. Outside, wind finds a loose shutter and worries it. Inside, his thumb draws idle circles on my hipbone, possessive even in rest.
"If the road melts at dawn," I say, "we go. I'm not hiding in this bed while they open my files."
"At dawn we check the spur. If it's passable, we go. If it isn't, I put you back in this bed and I keep you warm until it is. That's the whole weather report."
"Bossy."
"Alive." He kisses my hair. "Sleep, sunshine. I've got the door."
I close my eyes with his hand splayed over my hip, heavy and claiming. The snow keeps rushing the cabin. The mountain goes quiet in the only way that has ever felt safe with him in it, and I let that quiet have me until sleep finally does.
13
Colt
I wake to heat and wet and the dark shape of her hair over my hip. For one stupid second I reach for the pistol on the crate. Then her mouth sinks down my cock and the sound I make has nothing to do with a threat I can shoot.
"Oakley."
She hums around me. The vibration punches up my spine. Snow still rushes the window. The fire has burned down to a low red. The cabin is one room of breath and blankets and a woman who said she'd wake me if she wanted more.
She wants more.
I shove the pistol crate farther away with my heel and get both hands in her curls. I don't push. I hold. She looks up the length of my body in the dim, lips stretched, eyes wicked, and takes me deeper on purpose.
"Fuck. That's it. Use that mouth. You been lying here planning this? Waiting until I dropped off so you could get me down your throat before I could decree anything?"
She pulls off long enough to say, "You talk too much for a man getting sucked off." Then she licks a slow stripe from base to head and swallows me again.
My head hits the pillow. Pleasure runs hot and mean through my thighs. I've been inside her once tonight and it already isn't enough. I could live and die in this bed and still want the next hour. That thought should scare me clean. It does. The scare is new. Missions don't do this. Brothers in trouble don't do this. An empty trail after Dad vanished didn't put this ice in my gut.