Snowed in with Mr. Heartbreaker (Copper Valley Bro Code #5)

Chapter 11

11

Cash

The only reason I’m not ready to die right now is that when I go, I don’t want to go before the woman I’ve sworn to myself that I’ll protect through this.

But there’s no small part of me ready to die of utter bliss at the feel of her hands on my bare skin. Her breath warm through my shirt. The press of her lips against my chest.

The real Aspen is better than any fantasy I’ve had about her the past year.

Her touch. Her scent. The way she’s arching into me as she lifts her head to press a kiss to my bare neck.

My dick aches, trapped in my pants. My hands tremble with the desperate need to touch her bare skin. I want to taste her—her body, her mouth, her pussy—everywhere.

“Your nose is warm,” I rasp.

“You fixed it.” She presses another kiss just below my jawline and hooks one leg around my hips.

They buck in response.

It’s primal instinct. “Fuck, Aspen, I don’t want to mess this up.”

“Being with me? Or our friendship?”

“Yes.”

“You are the only man I’ve ever known who would say something like that to me.”

My heart swells and protective instincts take over. Who’s been in her life who didn’t value her enough to not want to fuck up what they had?

“You need better friends.”

“I think I’ve finally found them.” Her lips find my ear, and my cock grows another inch.

It’s about to get strangled inside my pants.

“I want you, Cash,” she whispers. “Please don’t make me beg.”

The last shreds of my honor evaporate.

It doesn’t matter that I shouldn’t want her back. It doesn’t matter that there are ten thousand reasons this is a terrible idea.

She wants me, and I won’t make her beg.

I claim her mouth with a rough growl, rolling her onto her back and closer to the dancing fire. Her fingers clench my hair as she kisses me back, hard and deep, our tongues clashing, breath mingling, her legs wrapping around my hips.

This .

Heaven help me, this .

She’s sweet and tart and rich all at once, her body so soft under mine, her lips and tongue and mouth eager and bold.

I’m never coming back from this.

Just kissing her is making everything in my world shift.

I don’t feel like a movie star. I’m not an aging former boy bander.

I’m a man who will do anything to make this woman happy. To give her pleasure. To take away her pain, her fears, her insecurities.

She glides her hands down my chest and pops the button on my pants.

I groan in relief as she slides the zipper down, then fists me in both hands and strokes me.

“My god, you feel good.” She strokes harder, her hands trapped between our bodies. “You’re bigger than I imagined you’d be.”

My eyes cross. I can’t catch my breath.

And I will myself not to come in her hands, no matter how good her smooth, warm fingers feel against the steel rod standing in for my cock.

I hold myself above her, careful not to crush her, as I breathe through the desperate need for release.

“Do you ever think about me naked?” she whispers.

“All the damn time.”

“Do you touch yourself when you think about me naked?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to see me naked?”

“Aspen.”

“Help me take my clothes off, Cash. I want you to strip me bare.”

I don’t know how any sane man could decline that request. Especially when it’s accompanied by a shower of kisses on my neck.

I pull her hand off my cock and shift to hover over her as I guide her arms out of their sleeves, pressing my mouth down her arm as her bare skin is revealed. Then the other arm, tasting every inch of the flesh covering her long, lean forearm and biceps.

Her shoulder.

Her neck.

She squirms and gasps under me as I uncover her breasts— god , she’s fucking perfect—and then tug her shirts over her head.

I pause to lick her nipple, lit by the glowing embers of the fire, and then the other nipple.

“More,” she whimpers.

As if I could deny her anything.

I tease and lick and suck on her breasts, my cock getting impossibly harder at how fucking fantastic it feels to be feasting on Aspen’s body.

The way I’ve fantasized about this a million times over since the first time I realized who was in my pool house…

Aspen in reality is a universe better than Aspen in my fantasies though.

Because this Aspen is gasping and saying my name and gripping my hair and clenching her legs around my hips of her own free will.

In reality.

Not in some made-up fantasy land. It’s not a role. It’s not a part.

It’s her lifting her hips as I hook my thumbs under her sweatpants and panties and tug them down, while I’m still worshipping her plump, firm breasts with the delicious hard, rosy tips.

“Shit,” I whisper.

She makes a soft, desperate noise. “What?”

“No condom.”

“I’m on birth control. And I haven’t—there hasn’t been anyone in over a year.”

I lift my head to look her square in the eyes. “There hasn’t been anyone for me since the first time you texted me.”

“Cash,” she whispers.

What the hell have I been waiting for? “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop, but my god, Aspen, I’ve wanted you for so long, this almost doesn’t feel real.”

“I’ll murder you with a wine bottle and leave you out for the bears to eat if you stop.”

If my dick wasn’t as hard as a frozen lamppost and I wasn’t so eager to get back to licking her entire body, that would be funny.

I bury my head between her breasts and kiss her breastbone, then tug her pants down more, until she’s squirming beneath me and helping me by kicking them the rest of the way off.

And then she reaches for my shirt.

It goes flying, and I barely have the presence of mind to make sure it’s flying away from the fire.

Next she tackles my pants, pushing them farther down my hips until my cock springs all the way free.

“Good boy,” she says, and once again, I’m smiling as I lick the side of her breast, which makes her suck in a breath while she grips my head again, holding me there to play with her breasts more.

She’s fun, and she’s also so real. Strong and vulnerable at the same time.

I would slay dragons so she’d never have to hurt again.

“I’m so wet,” she gasps as I suckle on her nipple. “I want—I need—Cash, please .”

I stroke between her legs, and fuck me, she’s soaked. Slick heat coats my fingers.

“ Yes .” She moans. “Yes, more .”

I shift so I’m angled right to kiss her while I circle her clit with my thumb and her legs spread wider.

If you’d told me a week ago that I’d be teasing Aspen’s pussy while she arches into my hand, letting me slip my fingers through her folds while my cock aches with the desperate need to be inside of her, skin on skin, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, I would’ve told you to go fuck yourself.

Yet this is real.

She’s here, whimpering in my mouth, her body trembling as I play with her clit and thrust my fingers deeper and deeper into her vagina, hips pumping into my hands, until her inner walls clench hard around my fingers.

So.

Fucking.

Immaculate.

I don’t care that my balls will be blue for the next three years.

Doesn’t matter when I get to watch her throw her head back, neck straining into her release, eyes unfocused, skin glowing in the firelight, knowing I did this.

I made her come.

I gave her ultimate pleasure.

She’s mine now.

Fuck anyone who tries to say otherwise.

Including me.

“Oh, god, Cash.” She pants as her body relaxes beneath me. “More?”

I chuckle. “More?” I repeat.

“Definitely more.” She sucks in one deep breath, blows it out, and takes another. “So much more.”

She hooks an arm around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss, my fingers still inside her as her tongue touches mine again.

I love this woman.

I do.

I started falling for her over text. I tried to deny it when I realized how much younger she is, when I knew our schedules wouldn’t line up, when I knew there were people in my life who would do worse than knock me out with a wine bottle and feed me to the bears if they knew the number of times I jerked off to images of Aspen’s ass, her mouth, her laugh, her breasts, the fantasy of her playing with herself?—

I fell harder every minute I spent with her.

And now, being here together, starting to peel back the layers she uses to guard herself—I love her.

I want her.

I would do anything for her.

Absolutely anything.

So when she pushes me onto my back as she’s kissing me, I go.

As she strokes my cheeks and kisses me deeper, I kiss her back with everything I have in me.

And as she hovers that sweet pussy over my cock, I let her take her time, teasing my tip with her slick, hot center, until she slides down my dick with that tight, wet pussy hugging me.

Riding me.

Stroking me.

Her breath comes faster.

My heart can’t keep up, but my hips buck into her while she makes soft yes, more, please, right there, don’t stop, oh god noises.

She braces herself, hands on my chest, while she rides me harder and harder, so good, so fucking good , her breasts bouncing, her skin glowing in the firelight, driving me closer and closer to climax.

“Come for me again, angel,” I say. “Come for me again.”

“Cash, I— oh god , I’m so close,” she pants.

I’m going to blow my load, and fuck if I’ll feel old for not being able to hold out long enough to give her another orgasm. “You have the sexiest fucking pussy.”

She moans and grinds down on my pelvis.

I buck into her again. “I want to eat it for breakfast.”

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps.

“I want you to come all over my face.”

“ Cash .”

“And then fuck you in front of a mirror so you can watch.”

She whimpers my name again as her walls squeeze and spasm around my cock, and fuck yes, finally .

My entire body strains as I let go with a deep groan of relief. Everything inside me tightens and finally releases, dots dancing in my vision as the power of my climax hits me so hard that I feel it in my gut.

“ Yes, ” Aspen croons, still coming all over me while I ride the wave of my own orgasm.

I don’t want this to end.

I don’t want to ever pull my dick out of her.

I don’t want to move.

I just want to stay here, coming so hard my eyes are permanently crossed while this fucking amazing woman collapses on top of me, panting for breath, while I’m still coming.

But the spasms in my cock fade, and soon I’m sagging deeper into the mattress too, my noodle arms barely able to pull the covers back up over us as she snuggles into my chest.

“So much better,” she murmurs.

I kiss her hair. Can’t find words.

Don’t want to.

I just want to be.

I want this to be real.

I want her to love me back.

I want this to be the beginning. Not the end.

And I’m terrified if I move wrong, say the wrong thing, then it’ll be the end.

“Better than I dreamed,” she murmurs.

My cock twitches like we didn’t just give an Olympic-worthy performance.

She’s dreamed of me.

I stroke her hair and pull her closer. She’s still splayed across me, and my half-limp dick is still partially inside of her.

And I still don’t want to move.

I’ll have to eventually. The fire will get low. We’ll need to both get cleaned up as best we can.

But not yet.

Not yet.