Page 20 of Snow Much Trouble
Her knees are drawn up to her chin.
I put a hand on one of them. “You don’t have to be scared, seriously. We’re going to be fine. We have plenty of wood and body heat.”
That gets her attention. She rolls her eyes at me. “It’s not that.”
“Your song?” I guess.
She nods and sips more bourbon.
"Tell me about it," I say, striving for casual. I top off her drink, which she has managed to finish already.
"It's for a major artist. I can't say who, but if they record it..." She trails off.
"It could change everything."
"Yeah. Like, everything. In case that wasn’t clear."
"No pressure there." I squeeze her knee and release it. “What’s your usual process?”
“Not getting drunk in a freezing cabin with a stranger.”
“Are you cold?” I put my arm around her shoulder and wrap another blanket around both of us.
“Yes.” She leans her head on my shoulder.
Lauren doesn’t feel cold at all. She feels toasty warm. I don’t think she’s actually cold. She’s just worried about producing a hit. I’m glad I’m here with her. She needs comforting, reassurance.
I don’t know her at all and yet somehow I can sense that.
“I’m tired,” she says, setting her glass on the fireplace hearth.
“So lay down.”
She does, so I lay down next to her, sprawled out under a mound of blankets, multiple pillows beneath our heads. For a brief second we’re facing each other. Lauren’s eyes are bright, her lips full, barely parted.
I want to kiss her.
I’m going to kiss her.
But when I brush her dark hair back off of her cheek, she suddenly rolls over onto the opposite side, so she’s facing the flames.
The doors are closed to the roaring fire but I’m worried if I need to add a log or stoke it embers will pop and land on her.
“Back up a little. You’re too close to the fire.”
“Isn’t that the point?” she murmurs, but she obediently scoots back.
To be honest, I wasn’t expecting her to agree so readily or move so quickly. She does like to protest my suggestions. So when she shifts immediately, I haven’t shifted back.
Her backside unexpectedly collides with my body.
It’s an epic collision.
Because now my cock is amazingly nestled between those very full and bouncy ass cheeks.
“Hey! Are you serious right now?” Lauren glares at me over her shoulder. “You did that on purpose.”
Even that movement has her ass rubbing against me, unintentional or not. A little groan escapes my lips before I can stop it. “I did not, I swear. I didn’t think you’d move that fast.”
