Page 15 of Snow One Like You

“We should probably just sleep in this room tonight,” I said as I built up the flames. It made little sense to light the fireplaces in the bedrooms and try to heat the entire house when we could just as easily stay in the front room and conserve firewood. Eventually, we’d run out of the supply inside, and it was too dangerous to be out in the cold for more than a few minutes, which ruled out going to the pile by the shed for more.

By the time we’d got the fire roaring and did a quick inventory, we were exhausted. Thankfully, we had enough supplies to last without electricity for a week. But with the bitter cold outside, it would still get chilly inside the cabin.

There were thermal blankets in the emergency kit that trapped warmth in weather like this. Most people who lived in climates like ours kept them in the back of their cars in case they were stranded.

We also had all the linens from the bedrooms and sofa bed, plus extras from the storage closet. Theoretically, once we’d make a bed in front of the fire with a heap of blankets, we didn’t need to rely on each other’s body heat for warmth.

That didn’t stop me from pulling Cammie into my arms once we were under the covers. She didn’t try to move away or speak a single word, so I wrapped myself around her and fell into a peaceful sleep.

The storm blocked mostof the daylight, so it seemed more like dusk when we woke up. There was enough light that we wouldn’t need flashlights or candles if we left the front room, which was also illuminated by the fire.

At some point in the night, Cammie had turned to face me and was cuddled up against my chest. Her hands were under my shirt, splayed on my chest for warmth, and one of her legs was sandwiched between mine.

Her head rested on one of my arms while my opposite hand was curled under the top of her bent leg, keeping her plastered against me and nestling my hard cock in the apex between her thighs.

The thermals she was wearing were thin, and my boxers were certainly not any kind of barrier, so the heat from her pussy surrounded my shaft. It was taking all of my control not to rock my hips into her.

I moved my top leg off her and scooted slightly backward, but she followed and wrapped herself tightly around me.

“Cammie,” I groaned. “Baby, you need to wake up.”

She muttered something unintelligible and wiggled closer.

I didn’t know if I was in heaven or hell.

“Cammie,” I said, a little louder. “You need to let me get up.”

She slowly blinked a few times before lifting her chin to look up at me. I knew the moment she felt my arousal because her eyes grew wide—and filled with lust, nearly pushing me past my breaking point—and she let out a little squeak before scrambling backward.

“Crap! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to?—”

“Babe, calm down. It’s no big deal.”Liar, liar… “Sharing body heat was the smart thing to do.”

She sat up and blew out a breath as she ran her fingers through her hair. “Right. Um. Okay, well, I’m going to go get dressed…oh.”

“Right,” I commented, remembering her predicament. “You need clothes.”

Which was why she’d slept naked…so the images haunting me and making me hard as hell were my own damn fault. If I hadn’t hidden away in my room like a fucking asshole…she wouldn’t have been left to clean up—I’d thought she would just leave it for me, but I should have known better—and sleep naked.

I climbed to my feet and padded around the couch, making my way to my bedroom. With the heat out and choosing to only light the one in the living room, the bedroom was cold as hell. I shivered and hurried to my bureau, grabbing a pair of sweats and pulling them on before almost freezing my balls off when I used the bathroom. After hastily searching through my clothes, I cursed when I couldn’t find anything that would even remotely fit Cammie. We’d have to tie up the pants and—Lulu!

A memory popped into my head, and I sent a grateful thought to my sister for being so forgetful. The last time she visited me, she’d forgotten one of her bags, and it was still in the closet.

Lulu was a size or two bigger than Cammie, but they were of a similar height, so the clothes should work just fine. When I opened the closet, I saw the bag on the top shelf.

I took the suitcase to my bed and dumped out the contents, looking them over. There were several warm tops, a couple pairs of pants, and some thick socks. “Perfect.”

To my surprise, my cell phone rang as I gathered the clothes. Considering we had no power, I was astonished that I still had cell service. I shifted everything to one arm and picked up the phone with my free hand, practically dancing on my frozen feet because I’d forgotten to put on socks. Lulu smiled at me on the screen, and I hit the green button to take the call.

“Hey there, little sister,” I greeted.

“Hey, big brother. Merry Christmas Eve.”

Grinning, I greeted my sister. “Give me a second, okay? Just hang on.”

“Sure.”

I set the phone on the bed and carried the clothing to Cammie’s room. A quick glance told me she wasn’t in the living room, so I knocked.

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