Snowbound with the Santas (Forbidden Fantasies)

12. Frankie

12

FRANKIE

S he’s pressed right up against me, back to chest, thigh to thigh with her head nestled just beneath my chin.

There’s nothing I can do to keep my body under control. It acts with a mind of its own, and for a few long seconds, I pray that Rayne somehow doesn’t notice. Maybe the hike has tired her out completely or the cold will be sharp enough to distract her from everything and anything else that’s happening.

I don’t have that kind of luck.

I place one palm flat against her abdomen, and her muscles flex slightly, rolling under my touch. Her breathing is in pace with mine, and her entire body slots against me like she was made to be with me in this very moment.

I fight to keep my thoughts clean as I close my eyes, but her bright smile and cheeky, sparkling eyes weave around my thoughts like some kind of prayer.

Then her hips press back into my crotch and my weak apology becomes useless. One slow roll of her perfect ass against my crotch breaks the last strands of resolve in my mind, and my cock continues to swell up against her.

My cheeks flare hot. I sink my teeth hard into the inside of my cheek.

What does this look like to her?

I’ve been trying so hard to make her feel safe and at ease. To make sure she knew there was no threat here with us, and that she is safe as her own person. Two minutes of close contact, and my cock rises like a fucking flag for her and I can barely keep my thoughts coherent.

The last thing I want is for Rayne to lose that growing trust or to think I only want one thing from her. Being in the mountains alone with strangers must be scary for her, and now my body reacts with little thought to just how much it might affect her.

And then, she presses back into me and my heart skips a beat.

I can’t think.

It must be a mistake.

This sleeping bag has us snug together like meat trapped in a sausage casing, and we need to be close for warmth. There’s no way she’s wriggling like that with any intention other than getting warm.

I tell myself that over and over as her hips roll back against me and she shifts in my arms.

“I’m so sorry,” I murmur again, screwing up my eyes and fighting to focus on something else. The chill of cold against my exposed ear, the crackle of the fire and the rustle of the trees beyond the ridge as the wind picks up.

I try to think of things in my past like the bullies I’ve faced or how exhausted my muscles feel to will away the arousal I know she can feel, but nothing works.

Rayne is intoxicating. I barely know her and yet in such a short time, she’s made me laugh. So much warmth pours off her, and she has the sweetest smile I think I’ve ever seen. Her warmth touches everything, and I haven’t been able to get her out of my head since the first time I tended to her wounds.

But there’s a line here I don’t want to cross.

If I could roll over, I would, but there’s no space. Instead, I reach for the zipper and slide it up further to bring the hood over our heads and lock us into the sleeping bag, protected from the cold.

The moment my hand returns to her waist, Rayne lets out a soft, trembling breath.

“Frankie…” She whispers so low that I think I’m imagining it until she repeats my name. Her slender fingers grasp my wrist, and she starts guiding my hand up her torso. I don’t fight it. I can’t.

Maybe I’m weak. Maybe giving in will ruin everything, but my body already screams out for her and the last thing I want to do is scare her. I’m expecting her to guide my hand away from her, to somehow switch our positions so we’re back to back and there’s no awkwardness.

Instead, she slides my hand up to the large swell of her breast then places her hand on top of mine. Rayne squeezes gently, encouraging my hand to follow the motion over her breast, and my cock jumps against her ass.

“Rayne.” My voice is just a breath ghosting over her ear, and my lips travel across the outer shell. “I didn’t mean?—”

“Hush.” She shushes me immediately.

Does she… want this?

My mind stumbles over itself, locked in a panic that my natural reaction might have offended her while struggling to accept her actions. Does she want this?

There’s no way.

There’s absolutely no way someone like her would be interested in anything with someone like me, and yet the hints are undeniable now.

My abdomen clenches painfully and my cock throbs, trapped between the warmth of my pelvis and the firm curve of her ass. Her hips continue to roll backward, and she flexes her hand over my knuckles, encouraging me to grab and massage her breast.

“Are you sure?” I whisper, clinging to those last strands of restraint that hold me at bay.

“Yes,” comes her whisper, severing those strands.

I press my face down into her neck and breathe in the sweet, citrus scent that lingers in her hair. Heat pours from her body. Her nipple stiffens under the firm massage of my palm, and when her hips next shift back, my cock aches.

Fuck. I want to feel her. I want to taste her. I want to slide so deep inside her that we become one and the night lasts forever.

She’s a fantasy that dropped right into my lap, and if she wants me, then I’d be foolish to pass that up.

In the constraint of the sleeping bag, there’s scarcely any space to move. I slide my hand down her hot body to the silken hem of her panties. Then I reach between us. There are a few seconds of shifting and I grunt softly when I grasp my cock, free it from my boxers, and maneuver it between her hot thighs.

Hot dampness surrounds me and the softest, sweetest sound I’ve ever heard comes from Rayne’s throat.

She doesn’t speak, but that sound is enough to inflate my ego for the rest of my fucking life. With my arms back around her and my lips trailing slowly up and down the side of her neck, I start to rock my hips forward.

Heaven is real.

The heat between her thighs is incredible, and feeling how wet she is just from this contact gives me such a high that all exhaustion fades from my limbs. I tighten my arms around her waist and graze my teeth lightly against where her pulse flutters desperately just underneath her skin.

Rayne pants heavily, smothering her sounds with one of her palms. Her other hand moves between her thighs, and each short thrust of my cock between her thighs has her fingers stroking over my crown. Pleasure spears rapidly through my body and my cock aches for more.

I want to climb on top of her and sink inside her. I want to fuck her until she screams and the mountain forever sings with the noise of her pleasure. I want to take her apart, piece by piece, and care for every part of her, then put her back together so that she always remembers me.

But we have to be quiet.

I don’t even want to consider what the others might think about this.

We rock together as subtly as we can, trapped between the tight fabric of the sleeping bag. Heat builds quickly between us and it’s almost smothering, but it’s so worth it.

Then Rayne starts to move.

She wriggles back and forth, shifting against me as if she wants every inch of her back to stroke across my chest. I let her, unsure if this is something she enjoys or if she’s trying to do something.

I catch on a few seconds later when she parts her thighs as much as she can, grasps my cock with one hand, and tilts my length upward.

My crown kisses the molten, silky heat of her soaked pussy and my mind goes blank.

Only one thought remains.

She wants me to fuck her.

I thrust my hips upward as she shimmies down, and her body parts for me so easily that I slide inside her like a dream.

My earlier thoughts were wrong.

This is heaven.

Her silken heat locks down around me, and as our hips press together once more, she tightens all of her muscles so suddenly that I can’t smother the moan that punches out of me.

She laughs softly, a sweet, breathless sound, and tightens her core further as if she’s locking us together. My heart’s racing, punching up into my throat.

“ Please ,” Rayne whispers, and her entire body nuzzles back into mine. I snuggle her tightly, kiss her jaw where I can reach, and then I thrust into her.

Being trapped like this gives me little space to move, but we quickly find a rhythm and rock together as subtly as we can. All thoughts of everyone else flee my mind, and my focus is on Rayne.

The woman who listened to me. Who ran into the snow and crashed into our lives, and whom I have a growing, solid urge to protect with my life.

Her moans are just whispers with each breath, but her sounds start to get louder. The sweet tone of her voice grazes each breath, and she has no way to silence herself other than her hand.

I fuck her as deep as I can, shifting our positions so that I’m half on top of her, which allows me to add a downward roll to my hips, then an upward thrust.

She moans briefly, then buries her face in both of her hands and whimpers.

I can barely hold back any longer. Rayne trembles in my arms like a leaf, and her pussy flexes around me in ripples. My cock aches, my balls tighten swiftly, and the only warning I can give her is to sink my teeth into the firm juncture of her shoulder.

Rayne whimpers, and just as my orgasm crashes through me, her entire body flexes like the pull of a bowstring.

She comes with a sharp squeal, muffled behind her fingers, and we fall together into an abyss of pleasure.

Holy shit .

We tremble together as one, hips rocking back and forth and hearts racing in rhythm.

I can’t believe we just did that. As the pleasure slowly seeps out of me, Rayne nuzzles backward into my hold and then she brings my hand up to her face. Her soft lips press into the middle of my palm, then she cuddles my arm to her and lets out the sweetest, most satisfied noise.

We stay like that, locked together and content in a bubble of heat. I’m so deep inside her that I swear I can feel her heartbeat with the tip of my cock, and there is no better feeling.

Sleep takes me quicker than I would like, robbing me of the desire to soak up her warmth and presence. My dreams are of her—her smile, her touch, her warmth, and the ache to see if she tastes as sweet as she feels.

They are good dreams.

“Come on,” barks a voice, dragging me from the comforting slumber. There’s the sound of a zipper and then the scent of bacon hits my nose. Then a sudden absence of heat around my soft cock.

My eyes snap open in time to see Rayne hurriedly pulling on her clothes, and then the flash of sunlight forces my eyes closed again.

“Come on,” repeats the voice. It’s Nick. How is he always so fucking cheery in the morning? “Up and at ‘em, Frankie. Archer will eat everything.”

The cold sweeps in to take Rayne’s place, and it’s sharp enough to force me up and out of the bag after I quickly adjust my boxers. I dress swiftly and then catch Rayne’s eye.

There’s a moment—a single, frozen moment—where I fear what her morning-after reaction will be. Did I go too far? Was it a dream and I was just humping her leg all night?

Rayne beams at me with a sunny, wide smile, and the sudden rise of tension in my gut eases immediately. She looks happy.

Really happy.

“Where do you even get bacon from?” she asks Nick after a sly wink at me.

“Archer works down the mountain in the summer,” Nick explains, pouring hot water into several cups and passing them out. “So he stocks up from the same supplier that the ski lodge uses. We’re just more careful about what we buy because we need stock to last.”

“Makes sense.” Rayne nods and hugs her cup in both hands.

She looks more beautiful this morning, I swear it. Last night still feels like some incredible dream, but that doesn’t stop a smile from claiming my face and staying there.

“Good sleep?” I ask, taking a seat by the fire and eyeing the sizzling bacon.

“Next time you fuck,” Archer says suddenly, pulling all attention to him, “try not to be so loud. Don’t want to cause a fucking avalanche.”