Unwrapping His Mountain Package

I sagged into him, panting, trembling — shivering in the aftershocks as I clung to him.

“Holly,” he murmured, and my name tumbling from his lips had me moaning heatedly even before his mouth found mine again. He kissed me slowly, more tenderly this time as the two of us rocked together.

Slowly, he rolled us over, putting me on my back with him hovering over me, still deep inside. My legs curled around his hips, and as he kissed me slowly, I melted against him.

Dane started to pull out, but suddenly, he made a tsking sound and shook his head.

“Uh-uh,” he growled, looking down to where his still-hard cock was slipping free of my lips.

I moaned heatedly as I watched his pearly white cum slowly drip from my pink, swollen, freshly-fucked pussy. But Dane shook his head.

“Uh-uh, angel,” he purred. “Keep my cum deep inside of you, where it belongs. I want my cum deep in this pretty little pussy.”

He gripped his cock in one hand, and as the heat flared through me, I watched him use his swollen head to push his cum over my skin, pushing it back against my pussy and pushing it back inside.

Fuck that was hot. And filthy. But so fucking hot.

Dane slid back in, making me moan as I slid my arms around his neck and tugged him down to kiss him.

This was insane. But if it was, then lock me up, commit me, and throw away the key.

Because if this was crazy, I never wanted to go back to normal.

6

Dane

We fell asleep with her in my arms. And man, even in the backseat of a truck, even with the snow half burying us, and even knowing how beyond fucked we were if we couldn’t find help, it was the best sleep I’d had in years.

Longer than I could remember, if we’re being honest.

And I knew it was all her. It was having her in my arms, feeling her pulse beat against me. If was feeling her breath on my arm as she snuggled into me, her hair tickling my nose as I breathed in her scent. Hell, I could’ve lived forever right there in that tuck with her if it was possible.

But, it wasn’t, and in the morning, that was becoming more and more apparent. I heated up some more cans of soup for us after we woke up, and the heat was still going. But still. This was going to get rough fast.

“Holly.”

It was after we’d eaten, and she was snuggled back into me, her head on my chest as she glanced up at me.

“I have to go out there.”

She frowned, shaking her head.

“No, Dane—”

“Angel, I have to. I want nothing more than to just stay here with you, but I’d like to spend a lot more than the three days of food we’ve got with you in my life.”

She smiled wryly, her lips twisting.

“What if there’s another avalanche? It’s dangerous out there.”

I grinned. “I’m a big boy, angel. I can handle myself out there.”

“Fine, then I’m coming with you.”

Like hell she was.

“No.” I shook my head, my eyes hardening. “Not a chance. Stay here, and stay warm. I’ll be back soon. Trust me, I’m not leaving you.”

She pouted. “You literally are.”

I grinned at that, leaning in to kiss her. “But I’m coming back.”

She smiled, this devilish spark in her eyes. “Well maybe I can warm you up when you do.”

I growled. “You just shortened my trip by half.”

She giggled as I turned to start tugging on my clothes from the day before. My truck was prepared for a lot, but I hadn’t prepared for driving off the road and being buried in an avalanche. Jeans, a sweater, and a regular winter jacket weren’t exactly my first choice for trekking through a blizzard, but they’d have to do.

I kissed Holly, slow and deep, bundling her tight in the blankets before I crawled into the front seat. I grunted, trying the door with my shoulder, and eventually, I got it half shoved open against the snow. I glanced back at her, buried under the blankets against the cold from me opening the door to our little hideaway.

“Crank the heat when I’m gone. I’ll be back, angel.”

I slid out and shut the door, and suddenly, I was surrounded by white.

It was still snowing, but it wasn’t the hell-storm from the day before. The truck was buried, a huge slump of snow from the avalanche cascading over it. But it wasn’t a lost cause. The roof was still exposed, and with it, the gearbox I had welded to the roof rack. I managed to pry the frozen lid off and grab the shovel, jumping back down and starting to dig out a little bit around the front door. The snow surrounding the truck would actually keep us warm, sort of like the ideas behind an igloo. So I left most of it, just giving me a way back in when I got back.