Page 124 of Let It Snow
Embarrassment prickles through me. "Sorry. Probably. I need to shower."
With a sharp tug, he yanks my pants down, grabs my shoulder, spins me around, and pushes me against the edge of his desk. My breath hitches. He bends over me and whispers into my ear.
"Maybe it’s time I take back what’s always been mine, and… overwrite him."
His cock, hard as stone, presses against me and drives inside in one deep thrust, smooth as a blade into butter. I moan, the heat bubbling up inside me. I can’t remember the last time sex with Tim felt like this, if ever. My pulse races, my passage clenches tight around him.
"Maybe Snow really did fix something between us, Tim," I gasp.
Each long thrust sends fire through my veins. He targets my prostate with precision.
"Fuck me. Harder," I groan.
"Yeah," Tim breathes against my ear. "It’s been a long time since I wanted you like this. Since I wanted to fuck you this bad."
Wow…
So Snow did this! He turned my grief into something that repaired what I have with Tim.
My hips slam into the desk, my cock straining, ready to burst.
"I’ve got a feeling this heat is going to be a good one," Tim whispers, and a moment later we’re both shaking as I feel him spill inside me.
But neither of us cares. It’s not the end of the night. We sink deeper into the pleasure, and my heat is only just beginning.
SNOW
Present day
I park my Jaguar by the side of the road and glance around. The neighborhood is elegant, so it’s no surprise that a member of a mafia family owns a property here.
I get out. The air shimmers with silver tones. It is raining, and the clouds are singing their low, humming songs over the horizon.
At the spot where a path cuts between two estates and leads to the beach, I turn and head down toward the shore.
The ocean glints like living mercury, whispering to me, vibrating with raindrops like a living being.
Of course I know where Summer is. I could find him from the other side of the planet.
Since our paths merged, I have been able to sense him perfectly, no matter where he is.
I partially transform into my true form and continue walking along the beach.
The sand is pleasantly cool as I stroll forward, letting myself listen to the colors of the wind and the melody played by the pulsing reality around me, my own version of it.
Before long, I spot a source of light, a lone figure sitting at the edge of the water, bent down with his hands buried in the sand. He’s surrounded by a dimmed blue aura streaked with gray swirls.
Summer already knows the truth, but he doesn’t accept it.
Two hours ago, I had another interesting phone call with Moon. It wasn’t our first, but this one was quite insightful. I knew he was the only person who could explain everything to Summer.
From a distance, Summer seems so small, even though, for me, he’s larger than life.
When I’m about seventy feet away, he turns his head and sees me.
Shock flickers across his face, maybe even disbelief. He didn’t expect me? As if there was ever a chance I wouldn’t come. That possibility has never existed in any version of reality. I’d follow him to the ends of the earth.
I stop about fifteen feet away and just watch him. His long caramel hair is tied back, and he’s wearing clearly travel-ready clothes, now soaking wet. His eyes are reddened. Summer is deep in frazzled, anxious energy, as if his emotions were vibrating like strings throughout his entire body.
