Page 47 of Snowy Secrets

Her nod is lopsided, but I find a smile curving the edges of her mouth when I look.

I grin into her hair and lose myself in the way it feels to have her full ass pressed against me as I rut at her core. Fuck, she feels fantastic, giving in to the grip I twine across her shoulders to keep her right where I want her.

The fire's heat keeps her warm, but the moment my fingers brush her breasts, they peak like I've dumped her into the snow outside. Her back arches, pushing me deeper into her as I fondle one of her nipples.

My other hand hooks around her hip, nestling in the apex of her thighs to rub at her sensitive clit. The combo has her so tight around me, and I'm ready to pound out my own end.

I swear she can sense the change in me, regardless of my words and promises. It's a hard battle against completely losing myself, but even as my momentum builds, I won't let myself forget her pleasure.

Toying with that edge, ready to fill her with my cum, I pinch and rub and roll until she's tight and quaking. And the second she convulses and lets go, I give in to the momentum, ramming myself against the ends of her, through her pulsing heat until my own orgasm takes me over.

Clutching her to me, I rock against her, locking us together until I can think again.

Fuck, Bella will be the end of me in so many new ways.

21

BELLA

The rhythmic rise and fall of River's chest lulls me into a deep sleep as he carries me up the stairs. Spent and sated, my limbs feel like melted mozzarella, and I can barely keep my eyes open. The second my head hits the pillow, I'm out like a light.

I wake up to the sun streaming through the window, painting the room in a warm, golden hue. It's a welcome sight after days of being stranded in this winter wonderland. But then, a wave of reality crashes over me.

"Shit," I mutter, my heart sinking. "This means the roads are probably clear enough to get my car out."

And if I can get my car, the responsible thing to do would be to pick up my little nugget, Ginny, and head back to civilization. Back to sanity. Because let's face it, this whole situation—me, holed up in a cabin with three hot guys who are head over heels for me—it's straight out of a steamy romance novel. Not exactly the most stable environment for a kid.

But damn, it's been fun.

My heart aches with a bittersweet longing. I close my eyes, and a vision of my little Ginny floods my mind. Her chubbycheeks, her infectious giggle, the way she calls me "Mama" in her sweet, high-pitched voice. The thought of her fills me with a warmth that melts away the chill of the cabin.

I miss her so much.

But the truth is, I'm not ready to leave this place yet, not ready to let go of this wild, intoxicating adventure. I need more time to figure things out, to explore this newfound freedom, to bask in the attention of these incredible men.

My mind is a jumbled mess of steamy memories and unanswered questions. Maybe a strong cup of coffee will help me sort it all out. As I stretch and yawn, my eyes focus on a figure nestled in the armchair by the bed.

River.

He's breathtaking. His dark hair falls across his forehead, his chiseled features relaxed. I can't help but smile as I remember the feel of his hands on my skin, the taste of his lips. His eyes are closed. It's like he's in some sort of meditative state, completely at peace. Even in stillness, he exudes a raw, magnetic energy. I remember it's what drew me to him in the first place. All those years ago, I thought I was just signing up for a summer fling.

And then, I fell, fell harder than I deemed possible because he made me so happy. I've only felt that kind of happiness a few times in these many years. Having Ginny, and then—last night, with these men. Dear God, this is way too much to process right now.

With a grimace, I shift slightly, the rustle of the sheets breaking the silence. River's eyes snap open, his gaze immediately locking onto mine. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he murmurs, his voice curling around my skin like tendrils of smoke.

"Morning," I reply, my voice still thick with sleep. I stretch, feeling the satisfying crack of joints and muscles, then run ahand through my tousled hair. "How long have you been sitting there?"

"Long enough to appreciate the view," he says with a smirk, his eyes trailing over my skin like a lingering breeze.

I chuckle, shaking my head. "Creepy."

He grins wider. "Endearing, actually."

"I'll give you points for being cute," I reply dryly, propping myself up on my elbows. "So. I didn't expect to see you here when I woke up."

River rises with the grace of a powerful dancer from the armchair. He comes to sit beside me on the bed, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Couldn't leave you alone," he says softly. "Wanted to make sure you were okay."

Of course my breath catches.

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