Page 18 of Christmas With the Convict

I don’t think I can survive another night alone, without her touch, without her soft, sweet breath on my neck as I sleep.

Her little bubble butt is pink with the cold. I spread her open and take her from behind. I press myself against her, molding her breasts against the tree. She cries out and closes her eyes, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

All those nights alone. All that silent rage and fear kept inside of me. I unleash it on her. I rail her so hard that we might cause an avalanche.

She’s shaking uncontrollably, hair over her eyes bouncing with each breath.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I growl. “You’re mydream.You’re everything…”

My hands fly across her body, back and forth, unsure of what perfect inch of her to worship.

“Right there,” she pleads, voice cracking. “Right there.Right there.”

Snow crunches beneath me as I lose my footing but keep pounding her delicate body.

“Wendy. Wendy.” Her name owns my lips. “I’m gonna—“

“Baby! Don’t stop!”

“Oh fuck…”

It feels just like flying down the hill, completely out of control. All that’s left is to hold on tight and crash.

“WENDY!”

“Mhm. Mhmm.Mhmm!” She moans up and down, already shaking and clawing at the tree. “CUM INSIDE OF ME!”

Wendy’s body does something to me I can’t explain.

It’s not just an orgasm. It’s not my vision swirling and my muscles spasming as I fill her with my seed. I’ve cum to the thought of her before—and it would shame me to ever admit this to her—when the lights were out and the prison was asleep. I filled my hand with everything that was meant for her.

Those lonely nights could have never prepared me for what this would really feel like.

It feels like a vow, a promise.

As we collapse in the snow together, so hot with each other’s touch that the snow on our bare skin means nothing, I know that we’ve turned a page and started something that is out of our control.

And if getting in that car with her was a mistake, I’ll gladly pay for it.

I’d die happy tomorrow having lived with her today, in this moment, where nothing else matters but her breathless words in my ear.

“Chase,” she sings. “I’m not letting go… I promise… I’m here…”

Chapter 5

WENDY

There’s a certain glow people have after a run down the mountain. Skiing makes you infectiously happy. It puts a smile on your face that you can’t wipe off for hours.

That’s nothing compared to the smile I’m wearing right now.

It took Chase and me a while to get back down the village. This time, we avoided any spills into the trees. I stayed close to him, usually just in front in case he needed someone to crash into. He even started to get the hang of turning.

I was ready to return to the trees the moment we got back on the groomed run. Nothing so beautiful and intoxicating haseverhappened to me. I wish we were still back there. I wish we could stay in the snow, hidden by the trees, and have secret,perfectsex forever.

Luckily for us, everyone was impatient enough to head back up the lift before we got here. Chase unhooks his boots and sighs, “I think I’ll quit while I’m ahead.”

“For a first day on the slopes,” I say, “you didgreat.”

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