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"Hands and knees," he says roughly, breathing hard.

I scramble to obey, the wood rough beneath my palms as I grip the edge of the stump. He wrenches my pants halfway down my thighs, exposing my ass to the cold air, then I hear him fumbling with his button and zipper. I cry out as he slams his cock into me, his moan of surrender igniting something hot and frenzied within me. I push back, meeting every thrust, taking him deep. A gust of wind blows through, clumps of snow falling from the branches, disintegrating as it hits our skin. Theo pulls out suddenly, manhandling me onto my back and pushing my knees to my chest. I watch him curiously as he stares at the naked parts of me, need blazing in his eyes. Then he's eating a handful of snow, crouching down to lick a path from my ass to my clit.

"Theo!" I shriek, trying to twist away from his icy tongue. He jerks my pants past my knees and pushes his head between my thighs, sliding his tongue over my clit before sealing his lips around it and sucking. Hard. I strain against him, sobbing his name as he eats me alive. He stands, turning me on my side and dragging my ass to the edge of the stump. Notching himself at my entrance, he slowly impales me on his rigid length.

"Fuck, you feel good," he groans, his jaw clenching as he wrestles for control. He jerks out, flipping me onto my stomach before slamming back in, covering my body with his own, keeping me toasty warm as he rails me. He pushes his hand underneath me and between my legs, putting firm pressure on my clit as he thrusts, forcing me to the edge.

"Theo!" I gasp, my eyes rolling back as my body succumbs.

"Come for me, Isla. Good girl." He slams into me hard, my pussy clenching around him as he comes with me. "Jesus Christ," he pants, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. "I didn't plan for that. I have nothing to clean you up with." He pulls his hips away slowly, sliding out of me and tucking himself back in his snow pants before carefully helping me up, pulling each layer up before zipping and buttoning me into my cocoon.

"I'm sure Henry will help me with that when we get back," I tease, biting my lip to hold back my laugh.

"Ha! He'll just try to stuff it back inside you like the monster he is."

"A very sexy monster with a breeding kink I'm starting to like." I sit on the stump as Theo straps me back into my snowshoes.

"Do you like walking around with our cum inside you?"

I nod, my cheeks heating.

"You like feeling it drip down your thighs?"

"Yes," I rasp, flooding my panties with a new wave of desire. Fuck.

"You like when he pushes it back in?"

"Theo, you need to stop," I whimper, squeezing my thighs together, desperate to stem the ache.

He looks at me, his eyes dark. "Come here, Sunflower." As I approach him, he walks backward, pressing his back against a tree, his snowshoes straddling the trunk. As soon as I'm within reach, he pulls me close, shoving one knee between my legs and dragging my heat up his thigh. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself higher, crushing my lips to his as I ride his thigh and the seam of my snow pants until I combust, stars blooming behind my eyelids as I come.

"Good girl," he rasps, kissing me softly all over my face as I come back down to earth.

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Henry is waiting for me on the front porch when Theo and I return. He's been there so long that he’s standing in a puddle of snow, the fertility blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

"What are you doing? You're going to freeze out here."

"Wouldn't be the first time I've nearly frozen to death just to be with you." He grips my face, pulling my mouth to his. He groans deep in his throat as I sweep my tongue over his lower lip, and he swings me up into his arms, carrying me into the cabin before I can even take off my boots.

"Do you remember that day on the beach?" he asks gruffly, sitting me down on the bed and unzipping my jacket.

"Like it was yesterday."

"I would have been okay with getting hypothermia if it meant I could spend more time with you."

"I noticed," I laugh.

"I was in love you even then, Isla."

"You didn't know me, Henry," I protest, lifting my arms so he can pull off my sweatshirt.

"I knew everything I needed to." He glances down at me, eyebrows drawn together. "Why are you wearing a sweaterunderyour sweatshirt? Are you trying to kill me?" I meet his deep blue gaze, holding it as I pull the sweater over my head, revealing my long underwear. "Fucking hell, Isla." He climbs on the bed, pushing me flat, his hands diving under my shirt.

"Finally," he groans, dragging his palms over my skin, pressing his face into the softness of my stomach. "You were like a fiery-haired nymph running into that water. All milky skin and jiggling tits." He buries his face against my hip, hiding his grin.

"You looked?" I shriek, hitting him on the shoulder.

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