Page 148 of Snowed In

“Come here,” I say softly, and he shifts up into my arms.

I kiss him deeply, his body on top of mine, his cock surprisingly soft.

“Did you come?”

He nods and nuzzles up against me before kissing me again, languid and soft.

“It was hot. You’re so hot.”

“Am I making you a sinner, Christian?”

“Seems so, Wren. And I think I kinda like it.”

I huff out a laugh and then kiss him again, tasting my release on his tongue.

That’s exactly how he should taste.

Like me.

Motherfucking me.

Chapter Three

Wren

The morning sneaks up on us, the two of us still awake, neither of us eager to close our eyes and have this end. His lips leave mine with a sigh and he snuggles up against me, our cocks hard once more. I don’t know how that’s possible, but they are. Apparently, my libido has tripled around him.

“Is this how much people normally kiss?” he asks. “My lips are sore.”

“No, this isn’t normal,” I murmur as nuzzles up against me.

“Yeah? We’re special, huh?”

I don’t know how to answer that. Because I don’t know if we’re special or if we’re just victims of our circumstances. I don’t know anymore. Would we have ever kissed, ever fucked around, if we hadn’t ended up in the middle of a snowstorm?

I don’t know.

But I’m glad we’re here. This is the best fucking time I’ve had in ages.

“I’m gonna pee and brush my teeth,” Christian says, rolling up and my hands trail along his skin as he moves. As soon as he’s gone, I miss him.

This is so fucking bad.

The two of us aren’t compatible. Not at all and yet already I’ve been reduced to a needy asshole.

I sit up and run a hand down my tired face, deciding that I’m going to brush my teeth and take a piss, too.

Not that my dick will make it easy. It’s still hard. When I enter the bathroom, Christian is trying to wrangle his into submission, toothbrush hanging out of the side of his mouth.

He looks almost bashful as he tries to aim and I turn around, scrubbing at my teeth until he’s done. Then it’s my turn.

When I finally head back to bed, I see Christian curled up under the covers, waiting for me. I take a small detour to the window and pull the blinds open, peering out at the snow-covered ground.

“Looks like it stopped snowing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, we might be able to leave as soon as they have roads plowed.”

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