Page 9 of Burn for Me (The Last Snow of the Season 2)

The tilt of my hips, the thickness of his cock hitting that magical spot, and him opening me up is shuttling me to a hard orgasm. One that is making my legs shake and my body do things I’m not sure it's supposed to do. It scares me and I start to struggle against it.

"Don't fight it, baby. Let it come, let it happen. Give in to it." He kisses across my jawline before working his way back to my lips. I open my mouth to tell him it's too much, too big but all that comes out is a scream as my body does exactly what Mark is telling it to do, and the orgasm hits me with a thigh-shaking intensity that has me panting afterward.

He quickly follows me because heat fills me to the brim with his hot seed. I strain against him as another takes me over and my body seizes repeatedly, milking his cock for anything left that he didn't give me. Once we both catch our breath, he helps me dress and we walk downstairs together.

I'm too much of a chicken shit to ask him what all of this means, if it's just a weekend fling or something more? I never ask why he propped my hips up on pillows or what will happen tonight? After dinner, everyone is ready to settle down and watch a movie. There is a great little movie area that’s perfect for snuggling while watching something.

Mark kind of surprises me when he grabs me and brings me back to one of the loungers that are right in front of the fire and television. I wonder if anyone can tell that something has happened between me and Mark or is it just me that feels different because I'm not a virgin anymore? Before I can look around to see if any of them are looking at us, Tinsley comes running into the room screaming bloody murder.

She starts babbling about something, someone wanting to kill her or something. It's not Tinsley that has me so on edge. It's Mark. He went from relaxed and chill to combat-ready in seconds. His hand is on his hip, and I know he carries his gun there. All the men follow Tinsley up the stairs and I find myself being irrationally pissed off at that fact.

I'm not the only one either. Rani is pissed. She pretty much says as much when sweet little Milly asks her if she really thinks something bad did happen to Tinsley. I don't say anything. She seemed pretty fucking scared when she came down here, but I also understand Tinsley is an attention whore and no one has been paying any attention to her for some time now.

It doesn't take very long for some of the guys to come down. Some of them. Mark isn't one of them. Something inside of me turns ugly and my insides churn with what can only be jealousy. Is he taking care of Tinsley? Staying with her to keep her safe from this supposed threat? Mark’s a hero if he's anything. If Tinsley gave him those doe eyes and begged him to stay with her so she would be safe he couldn't help but do it. When Charlie confirms that the threat to Tinsley is real, I sink. Something in my chest hurts like a lump of metal sitting heavy inside.

Charlie goes on to tell me that the rooms are being switched around again. I'm being put in a room with Mark for another night but this time we are going to be staying in the room Milly and Jag are in now and they are moving to the room Tinsley just came from. Mark didn't come down when everyone else came down because he's upstairs packing our stuff so he can move it to the other room.

I was wondering about what our sleeping arrangements would look like tonight. Apparently, I don't have to wonder anymore. Given the fact that everyone is a little on edge because of Tinsley's very real death threat, we all agree to just go to bed. I make my way up the stairs and am met by Mark. He's waiting at the landing so we can walk together to the new bedroom.

Once inside I go to the dresser and look for a big shirt to wear to bed for the night. I dig through first one and then the other. Opening them all until I run out of drawers to pull open. What the hell? I found my underwear, my jeans, my shirts, and even my fuzzy socks that I sometimes wear with my big floppy shirts. Everything is in there but...my big floppy shirts.

I turn and am met with Mark holding out a shirt towards me. I take it and hold it up to me. It's definitely one of his because the word police is written across it in block letters. I look at him but he's giving nothing away. Finally, I relent and ask the question that is burning in my mind. "Mark, where are my clothes?"

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