Page 80 of Winter's End

“Eyes on me, Snow. I need to see your soul when I make this pussy mine.”

I couldn’t even blink, too afraid to miss a detail as he sunk into me, one solid inch at a time.

He was large, and I was swollen from my first orgasm, but the faint sting as I stretched around him was a welcome pain.

His forearms settled on either side of my head, and for one stopped moment in time, we peered into each other’s souls, connecting, finally, at an atomic level.

Just like that, the moment broke, and he pulled back and thrust inside me so deeply, it was as if he had read my thoughts.

He wanted to own me, and he did. He held my hips in place and pulled me up to seated. When I wrapped my legs around his waist, he moved to standing.

He held his stance as he ground my body back and forth on his cock. His pubic bone rubbed my clit so perfectly, I knew I’d have no stamina for this round.

Sweat beaded down his temples as he used all of those well-honed muscles to keep our balance while pounding the shit out of me. When I couldn’t hold back any more, I screamed his name in exultation and convulsed in ecstasy around him.

It was a domino effect of orgasms. Quick pumped twice more in aggressive bursts before stuttering to a halt and coming inside me. He held me so tightly to him; I felt my bones might break.

He carried me back over to my bed, but didn’t release me. He flopped down on the mattress and pressed me deeper into his chest. We caught our breaths; our hearts beat in sync as he softened inside me.

This was it. The pivotal, defining point of our relationship. Our hearts, our souls, our bodies—fully fused together like they’d fulfilled their destiny.

“I love you,” he murmured into my neck as he pulled out of me and shifted our bodies to cradle me in his arms. “I love you so much, Winter Wallace.”

I let out a contented sigh and cuddled deeper into his hold. “I love you too, Shane Quicksilver.”

I had to be the luckiest girl in the world. I hadn’t won the parent lottery, or even the town lottery, but somehow, I had won the boyfriend lottery. Five men—five incredible men—had slotted their way into my life and into my heart. I knew then and there I wouldn’t need anyone else to fill in the gaps. I had them, and they had me.

I had never felt so complete.

I stared at the long lineup of glass jars and scrunched up my nose at the selection.

When had the brand options for strawberry jam exploded? I was looking at seventeen different varieties of mashed berries with sugar. Talk about decision overload.

I’d had a craving for sweet strawberries ever since the turn of seasons with the June heat. But fresh berries weren’t ready yet, so strawberry jam would just have to do the trick.

Grocery shopping felt like a pretty mundane task with everything else going on in my life. Laughable, even.

I finally settled on the cheapest one—because, really, what difference did it make to my amateur palate—and moved on to the cereal. Quick loved Coco Pops, and I always kept a box in the cupboard just for him.

Quick. Last night had been … there were no words, really. Exhilarating? Mind-blowing? Life-altering?

My muscles were still sore from holding on to him for all he was worth, and I had tender bruises where his hands gripped my hips and ass while he pounded into me.

When we woke this morning, we had sex two more times, like it was the most natural thing in the world. The heat of his body still lingered across my skin in a way it never had, and along with the strawberry jam, I craved his closeness.

Maybe we could play with the jam … I knew without a doubt Quick would have no issues with me slathering his cock insticky sweetness and licking it all off like a dirty Dairy Dip.

Huh. That was a delicious thought for my bedroom and my egg, not surrounded by breakfast options.

I was about to head to the checkout line when a familiar face came into view.

“Hi, Devon!” I smiled brightly, trying to push as much warmth into the gesture as I could.

I didn’t know Devon well, practically not at all, but he was important to Travis, so he was important to me. I never knew firsthand the connection siblings could have, other than my chosen bond with Quick, and Travis’ brother had been his entire world before I met him. I wanted us to become friends, or, at the very least, friendly.

“Oh, umm - hi.” Devon frowned and awkwardly shoved a hand in his pocket as he cradled his shopping basket tightly to his side.

Okay, so not the warm welcome I’d have appreciated. Maybe he didn’t remember me? We’d only met twice under less-than-stellar circumstances.

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