Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
But Trin gave herself over to me just now. She trusts me, and I trust her.
She tugs my underwear off and licks the head of my cock, making my breathing ragged. When she takes me in her mouth, I fist the quilt on the bed, fighting to keep control.
Her soft hair brushes over my thighs as she takes me deeper. It’s so fucking good. So much different than with a random woman I met in a bar.
I’m not going to last long. I lean up on one elbow. “Hey, come here. Touch me. I want you up here where I can kiss you.”
She does, lying on her side right next to me. Her soft hand strokes my hard, wet cock and I groan.
I brush the hair back from her face, the fire putting out just enough light for me to see her outline and know her eyes are locked onto mine.
It’s been so long, and the intensity of Trin being the one touching me has amplified everything to a point that I can’t hold on. When her soft kiss turns into a deeper one, I groan into her mouth as I come hard and long.
She keeps stroking me until the wave crests, satisfaction making my whole body go slack. I kiss her, feeling something I can’t wrap my head around.
“Thank you,” I say softly.
“Thank you for letting me.”
I get out of bed to add a log to the fire, clean myself up and start a new record. I bring Trin a washcloth to clean herself up and then we snuggle under the covers.
My mind is clear and at peace, which is rare with so many unanswered questions from being stranded here. Hopefully after tonight, Trin will agree with me that Boggle is the second-best thing to do for fun here.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SIX WEEKS LATER
Trinity
I snowshoe back to Lincoln as fast as I can—which is not very fast, honestly. Snowshoes are bulky and there’s still two feet of snow on the ground.
“We got a rabbit!” I hold up the animal my snare caught, grinning like I just won a coveted prize.
Linc’s wide smile makes my heart race even faster. “My mouth’s watering already. We’re having meat for dinner tonight!” He pumps his fist. “Great job, gorgeous.”
I soak up his praise like a dried-out sponge. It has to show on my face. Surely actual hearts appear in my eyes when he calls me gorgeous. And when he praises me in bed? My body doesn’t just hum; it sings like a Southern gospel choir—loud, unapologetic and crying out my thanks to all that is holy.
“Here, I’ll put it on the porch.” Linc reaches for the rabbit. “We’ve got snow sprints to do.”
It takes all my energy to keep smiling because snow sprints. When the snow storms calmed down around three weeks ago, Linc developed a daily outdoor workout plan for us. He said it would help him return to the ice immediately when we get out of here, and it’s also been good for my anxiety.
If you define “good” as exhausting me to the point that I fall asleep quickly because my body is too worked out to worry, that is.
“Let’s up it to five down and backs today,” he says when he snowshoes back over to me.
I scoff. A “down and back” consists of us snowshoeing all the way across the long clearing in front of the cabin and back to the edge of the woods. And Linc doesn’t just want us to do it—he wants us to do it quickly.
“You do remember that the only exercise I got before ending up here was walking from my office to the train station or Starbucks?”
“You’ve reminded me at least eighty times. You’re getting better at this every day.”
I force a smile. Considering I fell twice and ended up wheezing on day one, it really wasn’t hard to get better.
“Come on.” He leads the way. “Your heart will thank you.”
“My butt muscles may pull a switchblade on my heart, though. Just sayin’.”
He arches a brow, a grin playing on his lips. “You’re pretty sassy for a woman who was woken up with two orgasms and breakfast in bed.”
That’s not an unusual way for me to wake up these days, and it definitely helps soften the downsides to being here, like running out of coffee two weeks ago.
“I’ll do my best,” I promise. “It’s good that you know CPR.”
He rolls his eyes. “You’re not gonna die, Trin.”
We start our first snow sprint, my breath making a cloud in front of me. It’s cold, but when we’re bundled up, it’s no longer so cold it’s painful to be out here. My ankle is completely healed. I think Lincoln’s trying to build up my stamina so when spring comes, we can consider packing up supplies and hiking to civilization.