Unwrapping His Mountain Package

She cried out, one climax tripping into the other as I just kept coming, filling her up to the brim as my lips crushed to hers. We panted into each other’s mouths as we slowed, and I could feel the sticky, thick mess of my cum dripping out around us.

We lay like that, panting and trembling in each other’s arms next to the fire. I threw another log on before pulling her into me, stretching out with her in the blankets with her wrapped up in me.

“The spa was decent,” she mused, grinning at me.

I chuckled. “A little cold.”

“Just a little bit.”

She grinned, pulling herself closer into me, wrapping herself in my body as she kissed my chest.

“Hey, happy almost Christmas Eve, by the way,” she murmured.

I grinned. She was right. Christmas Eve was the next day.

“I might be out of shopping days, but anything you had your heart set on?”

She smiled into my chest. “How about a romantic weekend away in a getaway cabin up in the mountains?”

“Done. Did you want the avalanche car crash package or just the regular guest experience?”

Holly giggled, peppering my chest with kisses.

“I’d take anything if it came with you.”

She shifted against me, and I felt my cock stir, hungry for more of that sweet body of hers. Holly felt me thickening against her and quickly looked up at me, her eyes wide.

“You’re still hard?”

“Are you still naked and pressed against me with the sweetest, tightest, prettiest little pussy ever created?”

She blushed crimson, biting her lip.

“Maybe,” she panted, breathless as she pressed herself tighter to me.

“Then yeah, angel,” I growled into her lips, cupping her jaw. “I’m still fucking hard. Just like I’m always going to be hard for more of you.”

She moaned, kissing me fiercely as my arms circled around her. I gripped her thighs, spreading her legs for me as my cock pulsed between them.

“How do you want me?” Holly breathed, her voice thick with lust.

“Every way,” I hissed back, growling as I pulled the blankets over us and let my hands slide over her warm bare skin.

“I want you every way, angel.”

9

Dane

The sharp wind whipped at my face, making me snarl as I ducked my head into it. I wasn’t anti-winter or anything. And hell, if it was winter spent cooped up in a warm cabin on a mountain with Holly basically glued to my cock, I’d have nothing to complain about.

But seriously. Fuck that snow.

I growled and swore under my breath as I trudged the last few steps towards the truck. Being out there was the last thing I wanted to be doing, especially with Holly back there at the cabin warming the blankets by the fire. The image of her snuggled up naked and ready for me had my cock pulsing hotly against my thigh, even in the cold weather.

But, we were going to be out of food soon, and the storm was only barely letting up. Which meant I needed to get the damn truck unburied or at least figure out if it was even still drivable.

A working radio would be good, too.

I wrenched the frozen lid of the toolbox on the roof open and pulled out the shovel. I got to work, grunting and digging through the snow. I complained about it, but at the same time, it felt good to stretch my muscles a little outside. I was sore from having basically spent the last forty-eight hours screwing Holly non-stop, but damn was it a good sore.

I glanced back at the cabin, but it was gone in the swirling winds and snow. I frowned before getting back to it, digging and scraping away at the snow until I got the front end clear. I popped the hood, but when I glanced in, I swore loudly.

Motherfucker.

The engine block was split, and I could see frozen fluid all over the place. I swore again as I got down and scraped out underneath the truck, glancing under and shining a flashlight up at the undercarriage.

Son of a bitch.

Both axles were fucked — one wrenched crooked and the other straight-up split in half. Which made sense, seeing as I drove the fucking thing off a damn mountain. But still. We weren’t driving out of here anytime soon with it in its present condition.

I checked the radio next, but it was shot too — a piece of shattered tree from our tumble down the hillside ripped through a tiny piece of unshielded siding and sliced the receiver half off.

…Today was not going my way.

I muttered, hissing to myself as I grabbed a screwdriver and started stripping the screws off the mount for the radio. It was fucked, but not without hope fucked. With some of the tools in my truck, I could probably fix it back at the cabin. My eyes narrowed as I glanced back that way, through the swirling winds.