Page 49 of Like a Hurricane

“Say it again.”

“Rett!”

“Fuck!” I grunt, pleasure zapping down my spine. “Come for me, princess. Give it to me.”

“Yes,” She moans.

I work her harder, thrust harder until I can feel her begin to quiver around me and that simple sensation is enough to send me over the edge. She comes hard on my cock, and I spill myself into her, filling her up to the sound of her cries.

Collapsing down across her back, I inhale her scent and kiss the salt from her skin.

“Time to get up, little storm. I have something I want us to do today.”

“You expect me to walk after that?” She laughs, the sound so damn beautiful she may as well have just stopped my heart.

I run my hand over her bare skin, soaking in the glory of her, “Get dressed baby, it’s time for you to start living.”

I bundle Arryn in layers, adding extra sweatshirts over the ones she already has on and then grab the old waterproofs I found in storage. “You know, layers aren’t great in the cold right?” she says, staring at me curiously.

“Shh.” I tell her, zipping up the coat that I hoped wasn’t so old it was no longer waterproof.

She rolls her eyes, “What are we doing?”

“Going for a little walk,” I give some information but not all. I didn’t know how she was going to take it, so I didn’t want to scare her before providing the whole truth.

“Everett,” She admonishes.

“Rett,” I correct. “You said it already, you can’t take it back.”

“Why does it matter so much if I call you Rett?” Arryn questions as I guide her towards the door. The snow was still sticking to the ground, but the skies were a beautiful clear blue, the sun working its hardest to melt it.

“Because Everett is the name I use on jobs, princess,” I tell her honestly, “And Rett is used for the people I call family.”

She freezes in the doorway, “Oh.”

“Come,” I coax, “We want to get out as early as we can, the light only sticks for a little while.”

She remains quiet as I guide her out of the door and it’s ten minutes before she speaks again. “You’re not afraid I’ll run?”

“A day ago?” I answer, “Maybe. But now, no. I think you now understand the situation a little better.”

She nods and accepts my hand as I help her down a few craggy and sharp rocks. It was freezing, our breaths coming out in misty clouds of white and the forest around us was silent. Our feet crunch into the snow and twigs and branches snap on our decline, but an hour into the hike down I start to see the first glimpses of civilization. The town is still a small blip in my vision, but it is visible through the breaks in the trees.

“You see here?” I stop Arryn, pointing towards where the town is a mash of reds and blues and yellows, the store signs and colorful buildings creating a painting against the white and green backdrop.

“What is that?”

“This is Ravenpeak Bay,” I tell her proudly.

“I’ve never heard of it,” She breathes, seemingly frozen staring at the blur of the quaint little town. It made me excited to show her the whole of it up close. I can bitch and moan that the town was sleepy and old but there was no place I’d ever called home. Ravenpeak Bay washome.

“Not surprising,” I say, helping her down this final stretch, “Ravenpeak is one of those towns where you can simply disappear.”

We walk the final hour through the trees and steep declines, dodging the rocks and trunks that jut up from the earth, until our feet hit the ground of the lot at the bottom of the trail we followed. It’s still covered in snow here, but it’s less treacherous.

The walk to Torin’s house from here is less than twenty minutes but it didn’t pass through the town itself since my brother’s house was right on the docks and looked out over the bay.

I take Arryn’s hand, suppressing the grin I feel when she links her fingers with mine.

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