Unwrapping His Mountain Package

“You seem good at this.”

“What, waiting out a blizzard and an avalanche?”

“Yeah.”

I shrugged. “I’m always prepared.”

I opened cans with an opener I had stashed under the seat and then got the hot plate going, setting it down on the floor and putting the cans on to cook a little. I grumbled, pulling close to her and lifting the blanket over her as I started to slide underneath.

“Hey! Get your fucking hands—!”

“Oh, calm down,” I muttered, yanking the blankets over both of us as I pulled closer to her. The heat was on, and we had dry clothes on, but it was still going to get fucking cold in here, and with our skin still chilled from being outside, I knew we had to keep warm.

“I’m keeping us warm, princess. That is, if you’d like to actually survive the night.”

She pursed her lips, eying me. “For survival, huh?”

“Yes.”

The faintest little grin peeked at the corners of her lips.

“You use that line a lot?”

I grinned, and just like that, the tension broke.

“Oh, for all the girls I’m smuggling when I go off the road.”

She smiled — a small smile, but I caught it, before she turned away, her cheeks reddening. I glanced down, seeing the steam rise from the open cans of soup and reaching down to pluck them up before they got too hot to hold.

“Here,” I nudged her to get her attention as I passed her the can.

She smiled, taking the can. “Thanks.”

“I’m out of spoons.”

She sighed dramatically. “Well, that’ll be going in my online review of the place, sorry.”

I chuckled, bringing the can to my lips and swallowing a mouthful of broth. I watched her do the same, my eyes drinking her in.

Damn, this girl. I’d been around beautiful women before, but it was more than that. There was something inside of her, something that glowed. Something that pulled at me like goddamn magnet. Or maybe it was the protector in me — the part of me that saw this girl locked in a box in the back of a smuggler’s truck on her way to some creep to settle a debt for the mob and couldn’t not step in. The savior part of me.

But that was the part of me I’d buried a long time ago.

“Thank you…” she said quietly, sipping her soup. She wasn’t tensing anymore. She wasn’t pulling her body away from me under the blankets and trying to hug the door like she’d been at first. I could feel her relaxing, uncoiling, her leg touching mine.

…My cock thickening in my sweatpants before I growled to myself, trying to maintain. Trying to calm the beast inside of me that the nearness of this girl was bringing out like a fucking forest fire.

“Dane, by the way.”

“Holly. Thanks for…” She shrugged. “Thanks for not letting me run out into a blizzard.”

“You would’ve made a real cute snowman, that’s for sure.”

She grinned, blushing again before she took another sip of her soup. Her brow furrowed, and she glanced back at me almost sheepishly.

“Sorry for… you know…”

“Neutering me?”

Holly giggled this snorting laugh, choking for a second on her broth as she laughed.

“How are they, by the way?”

“My balls? Fuckin’ cold and bruised, thanks for asking.”

And swollen with cum. And wanting you, badly.

I watched her grin at me, watched her take another sip of soup, her little pink tongue darting out across her lips.

Holly.

I didn’t know who she was, or how the hell she’d ended up being a trade deal for Angelo, but I knew one thing: there was no fucking way she was going to this Mr. Black asshole. Not a chance in hell.

The light started to fade outside, and slowly, it started to get dark. I turned on a camping lantern, lighting up the inside of the truck with a soft golden glow.

“So, what’s our plan?”

I shook my head. “Wait until morning, and figure out how bad it is.”

I watched her eyes go a little wider. “We’re going to be here all night?” She squeaked.

“We’ll be warm enough,” I growled. I reached over the front seat to crank the heat a little more. The battery would last, but I was trying to stretch it, because honestly, I didn’t know if we would be getting out of here the next day.

I pulled a third blanket up over us as I settled back down, and this time, I felt her move a little closer to me. My pulse skipped, my skin tingling as my cock started to throb between my thighs.

The fuck is wrong with you.

I wanted her, and I wanted her badly. Whatever it was about her that sucked me in like a moth to flame, all I wanted to do was take her, and claim her. I wanted to yank those sweatpants down and bury my mouth between her thighs. I wanted to sink my teeth into that tight little ass I’d seen running away from me in the snow.