I’m saying. He breathes faster as he takes my face in his hands. “Did you get wet for me?”
Oops . Busted . “No comment,” I say, rolling away from him.
I stretch my arms out at shoulder level and begin moving them up and down in unison with my legs to make a snow angel.
Tanner rolls on top of me, his whole weight pinning me down.
“Little Tris playing in the snow,” he says. “So sweet.”
“Got a problem with that?” I say, tempted to bite his nose.
He laughs and dives down to nibble my lower lip. “How many times did you want to kill me? Be honest.”
His eyes sparkle as the white of the snow reflects in his dark irises. I know that I have him. I’m the only thing on his mind right now. “Too many to count,” I say, quite breathless.
“Exactly what I thought. How many times did you want to fuck me?”
I find my chance to bite him and take it. I’m not as gentle as him. I grab onto his lower lip with my teeth, challenging him to do something about it, but he barely notices.
“How many?” He repeats his question as my teeth unhook from his lip.
“Almost as many as I wanted to kill you.”
His breathing gets harder now, uneven. “How much did you hate me?”
I take my time kissing him and licking the part of his lip I just bit. I reach down to his crotch, petting his erection through the strained fabric of his jeans. “So, so much,” I say in a whisper and feel him instantly grow even bigger. What a wonderful feeling it is to have such an immediate effect, so much control over the man who controls everything.
He groans as he shoves his hands under my butt cheeks. “You called me a brute and an asshole all the time.”
“You still are a terrible brute, but you also have the most skillful fingers and tongue and cock.”
“A brute with skill? These two things don’t go together.”
“They do with you.”
My lips part once again as his tongue invades my mouth, his hunger overtaking my senses. I wrap my legs around his hips as my fingers mess with his hair. This is bliss.
“Damn,” he says. “I need to get you back to the cabin, Tris, or I’ll rip your clothes off right here. I fucking need to be inside you.”
“I need you inside me, too,” I say, “and I need your tongue and your fingers.”
“Yeah, yeah, Tris gets to have it all,” he says with a grin as he rises to his feet and picks me up in one scoop.
I swear if it weren’t for the dammed cold and the darkening sky, I’d let him undress me and fuck me right here in the middle of the open mountain clearing.
When we get back to the cabin, Jaxson Cole greets us on the porch. Ella is one lucky girl. That man is a feast for the eyes and, well, all senses really, but what makes him most attractive is how totally devoted he is to Ella. The way he looks at her, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before. Not that I’m complaining. No matter how hot Jax is, Tanner’s the one and only rough boy for me.
“Hey, guys,” Jax says. “Isn’t it great to have a white Christmas?”
“So great,” I tell him, squeezing Tanner’s hand.
“Glad to hear that,” Jax says, smiling. “Tanner, may I have a word?”
“Sure,” Tanner says, looking at me as if asking for permission.
“Go ahead,” I say with a naughty wink. “I’ll be upstairs.”
The warmth of the cabin gives me a pleasurable shiver. I’m about to go up the stairs but change my mind on the first step. I walk through the kitchen quietly and disappear to the small, unheated sunroom in the back.
I hesitate for a moment and then take out my phone. Doing nothing is not an option. This mess is about me and I need to do something about it.
“Daddy, it’s me,” I say as soon as my father answers my call.
“ Trista? ” he says. “ How are you? ” There’s concern in his voice although I can’t be certain it’s sincere.
“I don’t want you to worry, Daddy. I’m fine.”
“ How can I not worry when my child is missing? ” He says this calmly,
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