Page 23 of Snowy Secrets

The torrential flow of snow has somewhat lessened, although it's still pouring down outside. In all my life, I've never seen a snowstorm like this. Marcus' feet move backward and he retreats to a window. When I turn, cup of cocoa in hand, relishing the warmth seeping into my fingers, he's looking outside, his face glum. "It's the snowstorm of the decade," he intones quietly. "Even if it does dissipate soon, we won't get anything done for a few days, maybe a week."

"Yeah." I take a sip of the cocoa, allowing the heat and the bittersweet richness to coat my tongue. "I kind of figured."

Not sure about what to do next, I begin moving toward the living room once again, intending to run upstairs with my cup. Marcus chuckles, his eyes still fixed out the window. "Finish your drink, Isabella. I'll leave you to it."

I watch him go, my body parched for more than cocoa. His footsteps fade down the hallway, and I'm left with the lingering warmth of his touch. Taking a deep breath, I lift the mug to my lips and savor the rich, creamy chocolate. It's delicious, but it doesn't quite satisfy the craving simmering within me.

Breakfast is a quick affair—just some toast and fruit—before I head back upstairs to my room. I sit at the desk, opening my laptop to work on my novel. The cabin is quiet, save for theoccasional crackle of the fire downstairs and the soft patter of snow against the windows. It should be the perfect environment for writing, but my mind keeps drifting back to Marcus.

Pushing the thoughts aside, I dive into my story, the words flowing as I lose myself in the fictional world. Hours pass in a blur, the only interruptions being my occasional stretch and sip of water. The afternoon light begins to fade, casting a soft glow over the room. My eyes start to feel heavy, and I decide to take a nap.

I settle onto the bed, pulling the cozy quilt over me. The cabin's warmth and the steady fall of the snow outside lull me into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, I'm dreaming. In my dream, the cabin feels warmer, more intimate. I'm in the living room, the fire roaring, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Marcus and River are there, their gazes locked on me with an intensity that makes my heart race. They move closer, their bodies brushing against mine, and I can feel the heat radiating off them.

Marcus' hands slide up my arms, pulling me against him. "Bella," he murmurs, his voice husky. The sound of my name on his lips sends a shiver down my spine.

River steps behind me, his hands resting on my hips. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. "I've missed you."

10

BELLA

It shouldn't matter much, but River's lips are tantalizingly close to my skin as he whispers into my ear. Though I can't see what he is doing, when his tongue dips into the gap where the base of my neck meets my shoulder, I let out a shuddering moan.

No, it really shouldn't matter much. River releases a pent-up exhalation as he moves up my neck with his lips and teeth, kissing and grazing until he reaches my chin. Then, he whispers my name. And suddenly, it does. It does matter. My head turns, responding instinctively to the agonizing ache in my chest, and I kiss him, my tongue moving with the same intensity as his. His hands pull me closer, drawing me to him. Somehow, everything shifts, and I’m sitting on his lap while he cradles me, his back supported against the sofa. From the corner of my eye, I am well aware that Marcus is watching us. I welcome it.

River's hand travels down my neck and strokes my breasts through the fabric of my sweater. I moan into his mouth, spurring him on. He quickly grabs a fistful of it and yanks it up to look at the half-moons sloping above my bra. "Just as perfect asI remember," he murmurs, tracing a finger over them, his voice hoarse.

My response when he unclasps my bra with his free hand and grabs a handful of me, is a strangled cry. I'm so angry that I want him this much. I move my hips, my hands going to the fly of his jeans. I slap him on the chest a moment later when I can't pull it down. "Take your cock out."

Marcus, from where he's seated at the side, coughs. "Do you want me to leave?"

I fix my eyes on him. "No, not unless you would prefer to."

He chuckles. "A lady after my own heart."

Since that matter is sorted, I turn my attention back to River. He's fumbling with his fly. It goes down, and I dive in. A bit of coaxing, and then, his cock slips out, erect and perfect, just as I remembered it. The tip gleams with precum. "Fuck," I groan, my eyes glistening.

River isn't listening. He's busy lifting my long skirt up to my thighs. I get on my tiptoes, allowing him to bunch it up. With one hand, I pull my panties down halfway, my eyes never leaving his.

"Wait." If I'm doing this, I'm doing it right. I take two steps back and shimmy, letting my underwear fall to the floor. Kicking them aside, I sit back on my throne, straddling him. "Now, fuck me."

River's mouth is about to form words, words I don't have time for. I move my hand and rest it over his lips. "Not now."

His eyes glint. He nods and lifts me up, slightly, then slowly sits me down on his cock, inch by inch.

"Fuck." My pleasure leaves my parted lips in a low hiss. I angle my head to the side, watching Marcus stroke himself while he stares at his best friend fucking me.

"You like this, don't you?" I begin moving up and down, dropping on River's cock with tiny grunts, my cunt sloshing as I fuck my ex.

Marcus laughs richly as he strokes his thick cock. "In fact, I do."

"And do you like this too?" I draw River closer, welcoming his tongue on my neck. He pulls my sweater up over my head and throws it aside. Buttons come undone, and my bra is almost ripped off. I don't stop, and neither does he, his balls slapping against the backs of my thighs as I ride him. He leans in and blows hot air on my nipples, one at a time, before circling them with his tongue.

"Yes," I sigh. "God, yes."

He mutters something, and then his hands anchor my hips in place, holding me firm, and he turns the tables on me. His cock rams into me, full speed, fucking me with the whole intensity of all the years we've been apart. My moans become cries, then screams. I'm about to come.

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