Page 31 of Snowed In with the Wrong Cowboy
I pull the belt slightly, restricting her breath just enough to make her eyes widen. I release it, letting her gasp softly through the gag.
“You love this, don’t you?”
She nods, taking me deeper. Her breasts bounce as she rides me, and I can’t resist leaning up to suck a nipple into my mouth. She moans through the gag, too loud again, and I tug the belt, a silent warning.
“Quiet,” I growl.
I flip her over, positioning her on her hands and knees, the belt still around her neck. I enter her from behind, one hand at her ass, the other holding the belt taut.
“I could fuck you so hard this whole cabin would shake. But we gotta keep quiet, don’t we?”
She nods, her body rocking back against me. I feel her tighten, her climax building, and I pull the belt just enough to heighten it.
She comes hard, her body shuddering, a stifled cry muffled by the bandana. The feel of her sends me over. I spill into her as I grip the belt tighter, my body shaking with release.
“Take every fucking drop while I choke you.”
We collapse together, the belt hanging loose around her neck. I untie the bandana, letting it fall, and pull her to me by the belt.
“You’re trouble,” I say.
She smirks, and I know this won’t be the last time we risk everything for each other.
I pullon my jeans and ease the door open quietly, making my way to the bathroom.
Mackenzie is standing in the hallway. Just standing there. Staring at me.
Fuck.
“How long were you awake?” I ask.
“Not long.” Her arms are crossed. “What are you doing in the bedroom?”
Think fast. “There aren't many places to hang out in this cabin.”
“Exactly.” Her voice is cold. “Which is why you should leave.”
Mackenzie's eyes shift over my shoulder and I watch her expression change. Confusion. Then realization. Then fury.
I thought I’d closed the bedroom door all the way, but the place is old. The door must’ve drifted open an inch.
And that’s all it takes.
Through the narrow gap, I see Piper. She’s standing there in my flannel shirt and nothing else, her hair a mess from my hands.
She looks thoroughly, completely fucked.
And Mackenzie sees it all.
“Wait. Were you in there with Piper?”
“Mackenzie…” I start.
“Oh my God.” She takes a step back, staring at us both like we're strangers. “Did you just have sex?”
Piper calls out. “Kenz, wait.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Mackenzie's voice rises with each word. “You with him? With CALLUM? My brother?”
