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“I’m taking you bare because I want there to be no mistaking that you’re mine,” he says, dragging his cock through my folds before slamming into me. I cry out in momentary pain, but it feels so good. “Fuck, babe. I’m sorry. I never thought…”
“Don’t worry about it, Connall. Fuck me, please. I need you,” I say, and he begins to push in and out of me.
Getting snowed in with him is going to be so good.
CHAPTER SIX
CONNAL
TWO DAYS LATER
Waking up with her in my arms the last few days has been the stuff of dreams. Who knew that being snowed in in a town catered to love would be so much fun? I mean, who the hell knew a place named Cupid’s Cove existed? I sure as hell didn’t, but wish I had. This place is amazing and when I say they go all out for Valentine’s Day, they take it seriously.
“Mmm,” she moans, stretching beside me. The sheet moves slightly, uncovering her pink-dusted nipples that I have memorized, and I can’t stop myself. I lean over and wrap my mouth around one of the hardening buds and suck on it like a baby cow. “Oh God, Con,” She runs her fingers through my hair and smashes my face into her chest. Lifting my head, I switch to the next one while moving over her and nudging her legs open.
“Good morning, baby,” I say right before I kiss her mouth and slide my cock into her already wet pussy.
“Why does it always feel so good when you are inside of me?” she whines, her back arching off the bed. My hands slide under her ass, and as I rock in and out of her, I move her body the way I want, pulling her into each thrust.
“Because we are made for each other, beautiful.” My hand slides to the untouched part of her, and I rub my finger around the rosebud, and her pussy clenches, squeezing me tighter. “Fuck. Your snatch loves it when I play with her forbidden button, huh, babe.” She doesn’t answer. She can’t. She is so busy mewling for me, her head rocking back and forth. I feel her body pulse, and I know she is about to come. She has a hair trigger and I find it sexy as hell. All it takes is for her to go off, and I am right behind.
“Con, I'm about to come. Oh, yes. Yes,” she screams when I grind against her clit. I know the minute she hits the peak because her pussy floods me, and I flood her. “Man. Does it just get better?” she asks, barely able to speak. I kiss her shoulder and pull her into my arms, where she fits perfectly.
“Yes. As we get to know one another’s bodies, it becomes more intense.” She nods, nodding off, but I can’t have that. “Hey, none of that. We have a whole other week of fun stuff before we can get a flight out of here on account of the snow and go to Augusta.” We still have one more man to see in Maine. We have been in this state a week longer than we planned but I am not complaining. As a matter of fact, I should thank the weather.
“I can’t move,” she says, putting a pillow over her head. Smack. I hit her ass and laugh when she shoots up. “Did you just…spank me?”
“I sure did. And I will do it again if you lay back down, beautiful. Come on. Let’s go out there, get cold and have fun so I can bring you back in here and warm you up.” She rolls her eyes at me, but I see the smile she thinks she is hiding.
Once we are wrapped up and covered in winter gear, we head out of the bed and breakfast run by a man named Pedro Garcia and his wife, Harvest. The first thing we see is a string of balloons and streamers, all red and pink, blowing in the harsh winter breeze. “Ah, so good to see you two out and about.” Mark greets us from a booth selling authentic Mexican food. I assume the older woman is his mom doing all the cooking.
“Yes. We didn’t want to miss all the festivities.” HFe nods.
“Well, dive in; there is much to do.” Pulling February into my arms, I kiss the side of her head and look at her.
“Anything you want to do right away?” She smiles and points to the sign that says, ‘Sweet Sisters.’ With my hand on her back, I lead her to the stand.
“Welcome. We haven’t seen you two before. Tourists?”
“Yes. We got snowed in.” She smiles, obviously knowing what that led to. I watch my beautiful woman pick out several chocolates, some cocoa-covered popcorn, and a scoop of ice cream, which I look at her like she is crazy for. It's cold as hell, and she wants ice cream.
Finally, we make it over to the picture booth and let them take our photo under the Valentine’s Day arch. A keepsake I am going to keep forever. We hit three more booths before both of us are too cold to enjoy ourselves. My mind of course, is on many ways I am going to warm us both up when my thoughts are interrupted by a man in an apron once we enter the B&B.
“Ah, welcome back. I see you have been enjoying our festival. You are just in time for dinner.” Damn. Food is definitely not what I had on my mind.
CHAPTER SEVEN
FEBRUARY
TWO WEEKS LATER
Washington, DC, is amazing. I went on a class trip in seventh grade, but it’s nothing compared to seeing it with Connall. For one, I can drink now, so bars are totally cool. He took me to an especially old bar, The Founders, where many presidents drank and talked shop. It was a history buff’s dream. I’ve also never walked so much in my life. We went to all the monuments and took pictures. The memories we make here will last me a lifetime.
I love hanging out with Connall. It’s more than just the sex, which, of course, is out of this world. He’s funny and caring. I already knew that, but it’s more than that, really. He makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world. Just earlier, a ridiculously hot waitress threw herself at him, and he didn’t even notice.
“You ready, baby?” he asks as I put my earrings in. He told me we were going somewhere special for dinner tonight. I would have been fine with room service, but he wouldn’t hear of it. Earlier today, while he was on a conference call, I went out and got my nails done. I haven’t done that in so long.
“Yes.” I take his outstretched hand, and we walk out of the hotel. The heels I have on better not kill my feet,
