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Fisting her hair, he drew her up and flipped her on her back, settling himself between her legs before she could do much about it.
“This is a bad idea,” she moaned, pushing ineffectively at him.
“No. Leaving you this morning without a word was a bad idea. Going into that dark, cold water after that damn package was a bad idea. This is the best fucking idea I’ve had all day,” he said as he began to slowly press his hard length inside her.
She was tight, hot, and wet. She was ripe and ready. And she was all his. He continued to slide into her with deliberate precision and lack of speed. Slowly he surged forward until he was seated all the way to his balls. He allowed her a moment to adjust to his size and strength before he drew back, only to slam back in and make her cry out as her back arched and she clung to him, as much surprised by her climax as he was.
He grinned evilly. His poor mate, if he had his way, she might never be able to walk again. He knew he had to hurry now, but there would come a time he could fuck her for days, trying to find out just how many times he could make her orgasm, how quickly, and what she liked best. He would introduce her to the carnal pleasure of the barbs that he would allow to rise to score her pussy as he plunged in and out of her. But for now, he needed to drive her back to the edge of ecstasy so they could freefall together.
Carson was exhausted, but he had enough left to finish this with her. He began to pound into her savagely as her almost continual moaning indicated her pleasure. There would come a time she would yowl for him, but that time was not tonight. He thrust in and out of her with ruthless abandon and as she tightened around him, he felt that familiar tingle at the base of his spine as his balls drew up, and her pussy clamped down on him, forcing him to give up his cum in what seemed to be a never-ending stream.
When he finally finished, he collapsed on top of her, resting for only a moment until he rolled off. “I love you, Amelia.”
“I know,” she teased. “Now, go to sleep. I have work to do.”
“Mason’s right. You’re mean. Good thing for you, I like it, too.”
The last thing he heard before exhaustion claimed him was her gentle laughter.
* * *
When he woke several hours later, Amelia was curled up next to him and Mason was sprawled in the wingback chair, the shotgun propped on the arms. Well, they’d made it through the night.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered.
“I froze my ass off last night to let you two have some time. I ain’t doing it again,” growled Mason.
“And before you two go off on some raunchy bromance dialogue, you need to know I’m awake and we need to get moving. I’ll get ready first and while you two get ready and get the last of the stuff on the snowmobiles. I’ll make some breakfast burritos with the last of the shepherd’s pie, eggs and more cheese. Should we put out the fire?”
“No,” said Mason. “Don’t clean up. Leave everything as it is. We’ll make them think either we’ll be back, or we just left. I let Colby know to expect us. I programmed the coordinates into the nav units on the snowmobiles. He’ll have a boat ready to meet us. I also relocked the communications room and destroyed the shortwave radio.”
He and Mason had the snowmobiles set up and were sitting on them, ready to ride, when Amelia joined them. She handed each of them a burrito, before hopping on behind Carson. They engaged the engines and began the long trek to what they hoped was safety. As promised, Amelia had found comm units they could use so they could talk to each other without having to shout. They were making slow and steady progress.
Out of the corner of his eye, Carson saw what looked like a red laser light land on Mason’s back a split second before the crack of a sniper rifle split the silence. He only knew it was a sniper rifle because it sounded much further away than someone up close.
Carson watched in horror as Mason slumped over, backing off on the throttle as he did so. Riding up even with Mason’s decelerating snowmobile, Carson matched his speed planning to maneuver in front of it to try and keep it from careening down the hill. Despite their slowed speed, Carson was surprised when Amelia jumped from behind him and managed to get in front of Mason, wrapping his arms around her waist before they gunned the engines and tried to get as much distance between them and whoever had fired the shot as they could.
“Carson, we’re losing him,” she said calmly into the comm unit.
“I know. I can feel him slipping away. Much like the bonding link, twins share a similar link.”
‘Get away. Leave me. I’ll hold them if I can,’whispered Mason down the link.
“No,” growled Carson.
“I’m dying, little brother. Nothing you can do about that. Let me take as many of the bastards with me as I can. Get your mate and the package to Colby. He will keep you safe. I’ve got your back bro.’
“Carson?”
“The ridge. We need to get to the ridge.”
They pushed the snowmobiles to get to the top of the ridge amid intermittent bursts of gunfire barely missing them, stopping so that Carson could get his brother off the snowmobile.
“The saddle bag on the right side of my snowmobile has a couple of guns and a couple of grenades. Leave those with me. The two of you…”
“We’re not leaving you,” said Amelia.
“You have no choice, little sister. I’ll slow them down up here. Halfway down the ridge, leave the other snowmobile. Turn it on its side like it flipped and booby trap it so if they get there and move it, you’ll know how far they are behind you. At the foot of the ridge, drop all the other supplies. All you’ll need at that point is speed, the package, and each other. Get across the meadow and leave the snowmobile. That forest isn’t accessible to vehicles. You’ll be better off on foot. Colby will take it from there.”
