Unwrapping His Mountain Package

I turned and glanced up at the side of the mountain we’d tumbled down, and whistled.

Holy fuck, we’d fallen far. The road I’d been on was easily three-hundred feet up — getting the truck back up there wasn’t going to happen. I frowned, turning to scan the white horizon. I saw white, and more white, and then, yeah, more fucking white. I growled as I climbed up onto the roof, scanning again, when suddenly, I stopped.

Something not quite white.

My eyes narrowed on the little spec of dark through the swirling winter winds. And as they adjusted to the brightness, I grinned.

What I was seeing had a roof.

I dug back into the toolbox and pulled out some military-grade binoculars. Scanning through them, I focused back on what I’d seen. Shit, it was a cabin. My heart raced as I glanced over it. There was a chimney, but no smoke. No vehicles around it. I focused more, and saw the holes in the wall, the smashed window to the side.

The hope that’d flared up in me faltered.

Shit.

But, still. An abandoned cabin was maybe — maybe — better than the truck. If we could find wood and get that chimney going, we might last longer than my backup battery at least, that’s for damn sure.

It was a ways off, but it was doable. We’d be cold as fuck when we got there, me in jeans and her in, well, however many layers of sweatpants I could put her in. But, we could make it.

I jumped back off the roof, shivering in the gusty wind before I opened the driver’s door and jumped back into the truck.

“There’s a cabin.”

Holly’s eyes went wide, the blankets pulled up tight around her again. I rubbed my hands together, pulling my jacket off and cranking the heat. I kicked my boots away and started tugging my cold, wet clothes off before slipping back into the backseat with her.

“A cabin?”

“Abandoned, but it’s a possibility.”

I shivered, muscles tensing in the chill of having just peeled my wet clothes off as I slid into the backseat. Holly’s eyes dragged down over my body, her face going pink and a little hungry grin creeping over her lips as her gaze slid over my chest, my abs, and then down between my legs.

I climbed back and started to slip under the blankets as she turned to me, curling against me.

“So, what happens next?”

“We rest up, get some food, and then go check it out.”

She nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

A shadow crossed my face as I glanced down at her as she slid her hand over my chest, nuzzling close.

“Holly, I don’t…” I frowned. “I don’t have a game plan here. I don’t know what we’re going to find there, if anything, and I don’t know what that means for us getting off this fucking mountain.”

She shrugged, the corners of her mouth turning up as she looked up at me. “Yeah, well, I trust you.” She blushed. “Which I get is kind of crazy considering you were the one smuggling me in a box in the back of a truck to the house of some mafia guy who’d bought me.”

I scowled. “I didn’t know you were—”

“Dane.”

She stuck her tongue out at me. “I’m kidding.”

“Har har har.”

She giggled as she snuggled close to me, her hand sliding over my chest and down to tease over my abs. My skin tingled under her touch, muscles tightening and untightening against the soft warmth of her fingers.

“You’re cold,” she murmured.

“I’ll warm up.”

“I think I can help.”

There was this sultriness to her voice that set a spark going in me, and I growled as the hunger started to rise inside of me. I glanced down into her eyes, fire sparking in mine as I saw the heat on her face.

“That,” she purred, her hand sliding lower down my abs. “And I need to apologize.”

I frowned. “For?”

Her hand suddenly slid right down to my cock, and I groaned. Her small fingers slid over me, teasing down my half-hard shaft before sliding under. Her hand cupped my heavy, swollen balls, and instantly, I felt the blood rushing into my cock.

“For kicking these,” she murmured, her lips teasing close to my ear. Her fingers rolled my balls, and I groaned, muscles tightening as I my jaw clenched.

“Holly—”

“Uh-uh.” She grinned, pushing my hands away. “Just lie back. I want to taste you.”

I grunted as her hands tugged at the blankets, peeling them away from me and letting my thick cock spring free. She whimpered as it came into view, standing thick and rock-hard against my abs. She moved forward, her hand trying to circle my thickness as she cooed softly and leaned in. Her eyes looked up into mine a she slowly lowered her head, and when her soft, pouty pink lips opened and slid over my crown, I hissed in pleasure.