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“No. I’m kicking you two out.” Her mother grins wide as though this was her plan all along, though there’s no way it could’ve been. “I was talking to Aunt Beth, and she’s been lonelylately. She wouldn’t mind some company. I think it’s best if she stays with me for the time being and you two get out of here and do whatever two writers do when they’re looking for inspiration for a story.”
Lana sighs, but there’s a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re impossible.”
Her mom shrugs, eyes twinkling. “I’m old. I’ve earned it.”
I glance at Lana, waiting for her to protest again, but she doesn’t. She stands, grabs her coat, and nods toward the door like maybe she’s over the reality check her mother so lovingly provided this morning.
After saying goodbye and thanking her mom for the push, I follow Lana into the hallway, the scent of pine and sugar trailing behind us as the door clicks shut.
Lana doesn’t speak again until we’re outside and the cold air is fogging her breath. “That was a train wreck. Sorry.”
“No way.” I reach for her small hand, holding it in mine. “Your mom has the right idea. You should run off with me to do what writers do.”
She glances at me, eyes soft but guarded. “And what… you’re going to be my muse?”
I smirk. “I wouldn’t hate that idea.”
Her eyes roll to the side and back again before she tugs her hand from mine. “I can’t do this, Hunter. Believe me… I want to. You’reeverything,but none of that’s going to matter when you go back to the tropics in a week and I’m left here making up stories about you for eternity, comparing you to every other guy, and wishing I wouldn’t have been dumb enough to trust you.”
“I get it,” I say, rubbing my thumb against the back of her hand, “but that’s the thing. The only place I want to go back to is the cabin… with you. I want to bury the place in snow, and I never want to leave. I want a family with you, Lana. You’re my plot twist, remember?”
She exhales, her voice shaky as she says, “God, you’re infuriating.”
“And yet,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, “you’re still here.”
Her eyes flick to mine, then down to my mouth. “I need to know this isn’t another chapter you’re writing. I want to be the happily-ever-after, the ride into the sunset, the couple under the Christmas tree.”
I shake my head slowly. “No chapters and no endings, but I get to write the next scene.”
She studies me for a beat longer, then something shifts. Her jaw softens, her shoulders drop, and that guarded look in her eyes gives way to something raw and electric. “Oh yeah? How’s that?”
I step closer, fingers sliding up under the hem of her peppermint swirl skirt. “First, I take you back to my cabin,” I drag my hand over her thigh, “then I tell you exactly what to do, and you listen.”
She bites back a grin. “Bossy.”
“Creative,” I correct, guiding her back toward the truck.
She climbs in without a word, but the look she gives me says everything. Tonight isn’t about finishing my book. We’re writing each other’s story, and the next chapter starts with my teeth on her skin.
Chapter Nine
Lana
Hunter bites my neck, sending waves of electricity firing over every nerve in my body. He swears he’s not good at this stuff, but I beg to differ. When I’m around him I feel alive. Alive in ways I’ve never felt with any other human on Earth. Alive in ways I’ve never felt on my own.
I never want it to end.
The cabin is warm, and though there are very few Christmas decorations inside, the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the snowy forest floor sets the winter scene perfectly.
Heat pools between my thighs as he scrapes his teeth against my shoulder and growls low in my ear, “Good girls follow orders. Are you ready to be good for me?”
My breath catches as I take a shaky step toward the full-length window that looks out on the winter wonderland. “Yes,” I manage, desperate for him to call out demands, desperate to forget the rest of the world and disappear into him.
“Good, now keep your eyes on that window so the world can see how much you trust me.” His rough hand slides down my frame, brushing over my hips, my ass, and my inner thighs as he undresses me slowly. “You’re so gorgeous, baby. Look at all these curves.” His breath releases into a growl as he speaks, and something about it makes me believe what he says.
“Spread your thighs for me,” he groans, sliding beneath my frame to lean against the window. “I’m going to eat this little pussy and you’re going to press your tits against the cool window for me. Hands above your head now.”
My breath fogs the glass as I lean in, the chill of the window biting at my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Hunter’s mouth devouring my pussy. My nerves hum with anticipation and my thighs grind against his face instinctually, but his movements stay slow and steady, careful and strong.
