He lays back, and I climb on top, riding him until he comes, hard and fast, to join us both in this all-eclipsing, post-orgasmic bliss.
Then we lie there, the three of us, on this fur blanket, by this perfect fire, on this mind-blowingly perfect night.
Chapter Ten
Eventually,wecoaxourselvesout of our little sex nest, stumbling down the corridor on aching legs before collapsing into bed. I lie there, in the middle again, my mind restlessly recounting every moment, every kiss, every touch. I revel in the euphoria while fighting my exhaustion. I am well and truly spent.
When Juniper rolls away and begins softly snoring, I turn to find Ethan still awake.
I rub my nose against his, and he smiles, his features bathed in the soft moonlight filtering through the window.
We still haven’t closed those curtains. It’s as if none of us can bear to shut out the wonderful snowy wilderness. Maybe we need that reminder—that this darkness isn’t the same darkness as back home? This night is different because we’re here.
“Can you believe we actually did that?” I whisper, breaking the silence, my heart racing with both excitement and a tinge of uncertainty.
“I can, actually,” Ethan replies softly, his voice low and warm. “It felt … right.”
I grin at him sheepishly. “So, what do we do now?” I ask, keeping my voice low.
“Oh, I am way too tired to do that again.” He chuckles and I give him that, “Don’t you dare wake her up!” look, which quickly settles him back down.
“That’s not what I meant,” I chastise him, beaming all the while.
“Well …” He reaches to tuck an errant hair behind my ear, caressing my face as he does so. “What do you want to do now?”
I look down then slowly bring my gaze back up to meet his. “I want to stay here forever,” I confess, and he lets out a soft sigh.
“Don’t we all.”
We sleep through most of the day again then wake up, all three of us ravenously hungry.
“You know what I fancy?” I muse as we stand in the kitchen, debating what to eat for breakfast, despite it being way past lunch time.
“What?” Ethan asks. “Do you need more chocolate? Because I don’t think they’re gonna sell your preciousDairy Milkbars down the local shop.”
“Oh, no.” Juniper scoffs.
“What? You think they would?” Ethan asks, his eyebrows raised.
Juniper giggles, shaking her head. “No, I mean, there is no local shop!” She over-enunciates the word ‘shop,’ clearly delighted by the funny little Britishisms we keep forgetting are just that. “The closest store is actually in Holly Hill. And we’d have to drive to get there.”
“Right,” I say, only slightly disappointed. “No, I was actually gonna say porridge.”
“Mmmm,” Ethan agrees. “I could totally go for some of that.”
“Count me in,” Juniper says. “I definitely need something warm inside me.” Her eyes widen as she clocks what she said, and Ethan and I fall about laughing.
“Oh, ha ha. Very funny.” She rolls her eyes, pretending to scold us both. “Honestly, you two always have to make everything about sex.”
My cheeks heat as we all get the giggles. Then Juniper opens one of the cupboards, smugly produces a box of “oatmeal” and claps it down on the countertop with a flourish. “Tadah!”
“You’re incredible,” I tell her with complete sincerity.
“I know, right?” She dances over to the fridge. “Huh …” She pulls out the milk carton then walks back over to us with a puzzled expression.
“What?” I take the carton from her and give it sniff. “Smells fine to me?”
She nods but doesn’t take it back from me. Instead she turns the dial on the stove, and— “Fuck.”
