Page 22 of Merrily Mine
When we finished in the shower—though Mason did most of the work, making sure I was clean and then wrapping me up in a towel and drying me off.
I pulled my damp hair back into a braid after running my comb through it and using my typical hair products. Normally, I straightened or curled my naturally wavy hair, preferring the look of it styled, but tonight I didn’t care about any of that.
Not when Mason offered me his hand, pulling me back into the bedroom and tugging me back into bed. He wrapped me in his arms, clearly content to cuddle. I was trying not to freak out. “It’s still coming down pretty hard out there. I don’t know if you’ll be able to get home tonight.”
Mason squeezed my hip. “Em?” His voice was calm.
“What?” I whispered, trying to calm my beating heart. I was extra aware of the fact that we were both completely naked, wrapped up in my bed, and I wasn’t really sure what any of this meant forus.
“Relax,” he murmured into my ear.
“So… what now?” I yawned. My eyelids felt droopy, like I was fighting to keep them open.
He chuckled. “Now, you sleep.” He kissed my bare shoulder.
“Mhmm,” I said, shutting my eyes.
Yes, sleep.
Sleep was a good idea.
Maybe in the morning, I’d realize all of this was just a dream.
I woke up hours later with Mason still curled around me. His warmth surrounded me, and I relaxed into his hold. Outside, the storm was still roaring, and I had no idea what time it was.
I couldn’t see the snow piling up, but I knew it would. With the skies dumping this much snow, there was no way he’d be able to leave anytime soon. Not until they got the snowplows out here, and power restored. I was just glad we had a generator and had stayed warm throughout the night.
Still, all of this meant that for now… Mason was stuck here. With me.
A smile covered my face as I buried it into his chest.
I couldn’t find it within myself to be upset about that.
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The morning light filtered in through Emily’s windows, showing a perfect white winter wonderland outside.
She was still sleeping beside me, and I wondered if I’d ever stop finding her so stunning. She was truly beautiful like this, with her guard down, her lips curled up in the smallest hint of a smile.
Last night had been nothing short of incredible. I wanted to do it again, but I had no idea what Emily wanted from me.
Sitting up, I propped my elbow up on my knee as I looked out the window, lost in thought.
“Looks like it stopped snowing,” Emily whispered, distracting me from my thoughts.
I turned back to look at her, finding her lying on her side, the sheet covering those mouth-watering tits I’d had my mouth on last night. “I didn’t know you were awake,” I told her. “Morning.”
“Good morning.” She fluttered her eyelashes.
“Looks like it dumped a lot out there last night,” I answered, voice rough. “Service is still out. Pretty bad storm.” I’d checkedmy phone first thing when we’d woken up and wasn’t surprised that it wasn’t back up.
She yawned, stretching her arms, the sheet slipping down. I tried not to look at her tits, willing my cock not to stand at attention to her delectable body.Later,I told myself. If she wanted that. As far as I knew, this was just a one-night thing for her. Just… scratching each other’s itches.
But I knew that one night wasn’t enough. I wanted her again and again.
“What are we doin’ here, Em?”
