Page 67 of Snowbound with the Santas

Frankie turns his head and claims my lips in a deep kiss as his two thrusting fingers become three. He curls his thumb into his palm, and each time he thrusts into me, his thumb flicks over my clit. I’m soaked, unable to think of anything other than how quickly he rose to the challenge.

Almost as fast as Archer the other day. It makes me feel irresistible, and that’s amazing for my ego.

“Fuck,” I gasp, panting openly with each thrust and twist of his fingers. His other hand continues to tease and pull at my nipples, leaving my left breast aching while my right throbs with an aching desire for the same treatment. It doesn’t come. Frankie’s focused on one thing and one thing only.

My pussy.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, kissing me deeply. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Do you have any idea how hard it is not to fuck you right here? But you were so adamant about my hands.”

A deeper, needier moan tears from me, and I writhe back into Frankie’s hold. He continues to touch, kiss, tease, and fuck me with those dastardly fingers until finally, on the floor of the woodshed, he pulls an orgasm from me that’s so intense my vision bleeds white for a moment and all my muscles lock up tight.

Pulse after pulse of pleasure rockets through me until I collapse in his arms, panting and breathless.

“Okay,” I gasp as he kisses me repeatedly, “I take it back. You’re skilled with your hands.”

“Damn right.”

I lie there until the cold seeps back into the air. Only then does Frankie let me go and help me to my feet. We part with a deep kiss and he sends me on my way, since if I stay, we’ll end up fucking all day and have no wood for the fire later.

With a skip in my step and a smile on my face, I head back into the cabin where I’m greeted by Archer who has his arms deep into the sink.

“Rayne! Perfect timing.”

“Oh?” I’ve never heard Archer sound desperate.

“The radio’s been pinging for five minutes, but I’m up to my arm fixing a crack in the sink, so could you get it?”

“Oh, of course!” I shrug off my coat and hurry down the hall to where the radio blinks rapidly. Pressing the green button, paper starts to churn through the fax machine and I watch, amused that such an old device still has life left.

The message comes through, a written record of the missed call, and I rip it off. Then, I scan it quickly, expecting it to come from Nick’s daughter.

My heart freezes. It’s not.

It’s from Mountain Rescue informing us that the trails are clear enough to travel.

That’s it. Over. As soon as the others read this, they’ll spur into action to take me back to the ski lodge. I’ll have to leave here, and this close to Christmas?

“Is it important?” Archer calls from the kitchen, pulling me from my thoughts.

I ball the paper up immediately.

“No.” The lie comes smoothly. “It’s just from Mountain Rescue confirming the trails won’t be open until after Christmas.”

25

NICK

“Show me?” Tilting the phone to get a better look, I watch my daughter step back from the screen and spin in her new dress. “It’s beautiful!”

“Thanks, Dad.” She flops back down against the phone, grinning, while my heart backflips painfully in my chest. It’ll never stop being amazing to hear her say that, and nothing can keep the smile from my face. One thing caught my eye, though, when she stepped away from the camera.

“Frieda, are you at Mee-Maw’s house?” I ask.

“Yup.”

“You’re spending Christmas there?” I have prayed for days that the connection would last long enough for me to call my daughter on Christmas Eve, but Freida’s grandmother is incredibly nosy. I don’t want this to end early because that woman can’t keep her nose out of someone else’s business.

“Yeah, Mom dropped me here a couple of days ago.” Freida tilts her head, playing with one of the straps on her new dress.

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