Page 45 of Virgin Skin

I bury my face in the sweaty crook of Milo’s neck, letting myself feel the slight tremble in his body from his ebbing orgasm and the heavy rise and fall of his chest against mine as he tries to catch his breath.

I need a plan if I’m going to stop fucking up. And Ihaveto stop fucking up.

I had sex with Hero’s son. I kept him in my bed and humped him like a goddamn wild animal as soon as we woke up. This isn’t me. This isn’t the kind of shit I do. But fuck, it feels good.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to shake off that thought. It doesn’t matter how good or right it feels to have Milo’s cock softening against mine. What matters is that Hero trusts me to take care of his kid, not defile him.

By the time we’re both breathing normally again, I have a new plan, and it starts with putting as much space between Milo and me as possible. I’ll leave the state for a few days if I have to, until I’m sure I can trust myself again.

Filling myself with resolve, I manage to crawl off of him. Better yet, I manage to not look at how thoroughly, beautifully fucked he looks as I do it. I turn my back to him as quickly as I can and snatch a pair of dirty shorts off of the floor, dragging them on and wincing at the feeling of the fabric sticking to my cum-drenched cock. I’ll shower in just a minute, but first…

“Listen, I’m going to start a pot of coffee, then I need to hop in the shower and take off for the day. It’s nothing personal, I just need to clear my head.” I try not to listen to the rustle of the sheets and the creak of the bed as I walk over towards the window. I need to air it out in here before the smell of sex drives me insane.

“Seriously? You’re going to run away from me like I’m Freddie Krueger or something?” he says blandly.

I scoff. “I’m not running.” I push back the curtains and wince at the unexpected blinding brightness. I blink a few times before my brain catches up with what I’m seeing.

“Oh shit,” I mutter.

“What?” Milo’s bare feet pad against the cold floor as I stare out the window and try not to laugh. If I believed in fate or god or anything like that, I’d think they were fucking with me. “Oh, shit,” he echoes as soon as he joins me at the window. “I guess you’re not going anywhere after all.”

Would it kill him to sound a little less smug?

“It was only supposed to be flurries,” I say weakly.

Milo picks his phone up off the dresser and looks at it for a minute, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.

“According to the weather alert, due to the unexpected amount of snow, it’s going to be a couple of days before plows are able to clear it.” Forget smug, he sounds downright giddy.

A battle tugs me in two. The side of me that’s already trying to process the guilt of what I’ve done, Responsible Piston, is ready to panic, to dig out of here with his bare hands if necessary to keep from making more bad decisions. Hot, sweaty, incredibly addictive bad decisions. The other part of me, the part that has probably let Jag’s influence seep in way too damn much over the past decade or so, feels just as pleased as Milo is.

We’re trapped here for a couple of days with nowhere to go and no way anyone can show up unannounced.Think of all the fun we can have.

“Counteroffer.” Milo brushes his lips against the back of my shoulder and caresses the skin just above the waistband of my sagging shorts. “I’ll start that pot of coffee and then I’ll join you in the shower.”

I open my mouth to tell him no, but it comes out more of a strangled grunt.

“We have to conserve water and electricity. Who knows how long we’ll be snowed in?” he says.

I have a generator in my basement, so it’s not going to be an issue, but I don’t tell him that. We’re snowed in. It’s like nature hit the pause button on real life, which means nothing counts while we’re stuck here, right?

Just two more days. Just until the snow clears. I can feel my resolve to put space between us slipping away. Once the snow is cleared, I’ll be firm and tell Milo this can’t happen anymore. That’s fair, isn’t it?

Just two days.

Chapter 16

MILO

Rather than hunt aroundthe floor and the mess of sheets for my clothes, I grab the comforter off the bed and drape it around my shoulders like a cape. I take back every grumpy, nasty thing I’ve said about the snow in my adult life. Snow is officially my favorite. The fact that I’m still wearing Piston’s cum all over my belly and cock is doing wonders for my mood too, if I’m being honest.

I hurry out of the bedroom and run to catch up with him. He’s already halfway down the hall, but he’s shuffling along, still tired and muttering about needing to check the sump pumps in the basement before the thaw. When I reach him, I pinch his ass playfully. Piston yelps and I cackle, then race past him into the kitchen.

“This is why age gap relationships don’t work. It’s been decades since I’ve had that kind of energy first thing in the morning, let alone after an orgasm.” He yawns, reaching around me to grab the coffee pot while I rummage through the cabinet trying to pick a flavor.

I scoff, but my smile tugs even wider. I’m going to choose to ignore his negativity and instead focus on the fact that he just used the word ‘relationship.’

“Well, from what I understand,relationshipsare all about compromise.”

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