The word hits me like a hammer to the chest.
I rise over her, my body already straining and desperate for more. My tip slides through her slick heat, finding her entrance. I push inside in one deep, claiming thrust. Then I swallow her gasp with another kiss as her walls stretch around me tight and perfect. I move with her, finding a rhythm that feels both new and inevitable. The heat between us builds until I can't tell where I end and she begins.
"Mine," I growl against her ear. "Do you understand? You've always been mine. I’m the only man you’re going to think about next time you’re alone in bed."
"Yes," she gasps, nails digging into my shoulders. "Yours. I’m only yours."
"No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to hear these sounds you make."
"So perfect," I breathe against her skin. "You take all of me like you were made for me."
Her lips curve into a slow, wicked smile. “Then fuck me.”
That’s all it takes. I lose myself in time and slam into Kara. Each thrust deep threatens to undo me as she arches her hips up in time with mine. We stay there as the storm outside fades into nothing but white noise.
Kara’s body meets mine. It’s hard and fast. Her nails scrape down my back, and I swear the whole cabin could come down around us and I wouldn’t stop. I slip a hand between us and circle her clit with my thumb until she cries out my name. The sound unravels me. I thrust harder, faster, until we’re both falling apart.
She’s getting close. Her breath catches. Her muscles tense. It takes everything in me to hold on. Her body racks with tremors and even then, I don’t slow down.
When she finally clenches around me, crying out my name, I lose it completely. I fall over the edge with a guttural sound and bury my face against her neck. I fill her until I have nothing left to give and she milks me to the last drop.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. It’s just the crackle of the fire, the soft patter of snow against the windows and the sound of our uneven breathing.
I roll to my side and pull her against me. Her head tucks beneath my chin. My hand finds the small of her back, tracing lazy circles until her breathing evens out. I watch her sleep and know that I’m never going to be able to go back to a life without her in it.
Two hours pass before her eyelids flutter open and I take her all over again. When Kara asks me if she can stay forever, I don’t answer with words. Instead I roll us so she's beneath me and look down at her in the white moonlight. I cage her in with myarms and show her with my mouth until she's gasping my name into the ceiling.
7
kara
The storm finally gave up sometime before dawn. When I wake in the warm afterglow of the most amazing night of my life. The world outside is buried in white and the cabin smells like coffee and woodsmoke. I'm back in Rustin's shirt. My hair is mussed. My skin smells like him. It’s an absolute dream.
We move around each other in a slow, wordless rhythm. Our laughter spills into the silence when I drop my mug and shatter it after all these years. Rustin tells me he doesn’t need the mug anymore because now he’s got the real thing. I fry eggs while he chops impossibly more wood outside. Everything feels new, but it isn’t fragile. Being with Rustin is the most natural thing in the world.
After breakfast, we clean up together. I hum under my breath and catch him staring at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world. It makes my heart skip. When I return his look with a kiss to his neck, Rustin presses me against the kitchen counter. His mouth is hot on my neck and his hand slides under the shirt I'm wearing.
My phone vibrates on the charger and interrupts what was probably going to be amazing kitchen sex. I can’t help but glance at the screen.
"Well, the storm must have knocked down a tower because suddenly my phone is alive with a million backed-up messages. Look at that, they’re stacking up like a digital avalanche.”
Rustin nuzzles his response into my neck. “Makes sense. Roads are open.”
I turn to look up at him. “No, that means someone could drive up.”
"Let them," he growls as he slips a hand between my legs. "Let the whole damn town know you're mine."
The man makes it incredibly hard to care. I lean back into his chest and relax into his touch. He knows my body well enough to have me panting and arching back into him for more.
But the sound of an engine rumbling up the driveway makes us freeze. He pulls back, breathing hard and grumbling under his breath, as a vehicle appears through the window.
"Fuck," he mutters, adjusting himself. "Kid has the worst timing."
But when the car comes into full view, my stomach drops. It's not Wilder's truck. It's a black Range Rover with Massachusetts plates.
"It’s Marshall," I breathe. "He said he wouldn't come. He seemed to handle things surprisingly well, so something must be… His car has snow chains. He probably thought—" I dry my hands, heart racing. "I should talk to him."
"Not alone."
