Page 58 of Winter Wishlist
Yes. Breed me. Fill me. Mark me up so that I can feel that sticky evidence coating my inner thighs.
“I think she likes her sweet little ass being full. That toy must be feeling particularly good; our girl keeps moaning. Are you going to come again, beautiful?”
It’s so much, too much, I’m oversexed and overstimulated, and I keep riding his hand, demanding the next orgasm that hangs over my head. He smirks at me, as if reading my thoughts.
Leaning close, his lips are hot and hungry at my ear. “Do you want me to fill your tight little ass? Do you want me to breed you in every hole?”
Another climax, one already waiting in the wings, flies at me. With talons, it pins me down as I shake and tremble and beg. “Yes. Exactly that. I want that.”
Don’t deny me. Don’t hold back. I’ll be your perfect slut.
I hardly have time to recollect my sanity, as the sleighs up ahead reach our destination.
Over my racing pulse, I make out the horses’ puffs and snorts. Their pace slows, and we come to a halt at a clearing overlooking the ranch below. The other sleighs pull up side by side to form a line of magnificent horses, their long necks bobbing, and bells attached to their harnesses jangling in the quietness of morning.
The snow out here is perfect, undisturbed, and it truly looks like stepping into a fairytale winter wonderland. As we’ve taken the short ride out here, a flawless sunrise throws a brilliant orange and gold glow over everything, winking through the scattered trees. Up ahead, the terrain drops away to reveal a stunning lookout.
A part of me is almost a little jealous of the guests who get to enjoy this trip at nighttime, lit by lanterns and a vast carpet of stars. I can only imagine how romantic that would be.
“Time for the cutesy touristy stuff.” Henri’s voice cuts across my haze of pleasure as I stare open-mouthed at a scene lifted straight off the page of every book I read, where winter elves and forest fairies abounded.
To one side of us, the lady I met at ax-throwing waves and gives me a wink, before talking animatedly with the driver of their sleigh. Of course, it’s impossible not to be hyper-aware that, immediately on the other side, is my ex.
Right now, that detail feels more insignificant than ever before. I’m flushed with orgasms, lax with pleasure, my legs are nothing but festive jello, and my pussy is busy doodlingHenri and Reidsurrounded by a big pink heart inside a notebook.
Henri’s boots crunch in the snow before he turns to offer a hand to help me out of the carriage. Which has me stumbling straight into his arms. Right there, in front of everyone, he wipes his thumb over my bottom lip, ensuring I can taste myself. With a sly wink, he then sucks down on the pad of his thumb himself, before putting his glove back on.
“Mmm. I love the taste of Christmas morning,” he says loud enough to make sure my ex can both see andheareverything. “So incredibly sweet.”
He’s too good at this.
I’m toast.
From behind me, Reid loops an arm around my waist, drawing me into him, and dips his head to capture my lips. “Damn, you owe me another turn with that pussy later, sugar,” he rumbles the words, sounding proud of me, which makes no sense. I just turned into a wild, insatiable creature, and yet he seems to be satisfied with the result of my wanton performance.
“Put her down, we didn’t come all this way to miss the most spectacular part. The sun hits just right at this time of the morning; it’s the best time of day to come here.”
Henri steals my hand, tugging me behind him impatiently. I can’t help but laugh as we race past my ex and his fiancée. God, it feels so good to genuinely be having fun and living life in the moment.
What Henri is so insistent on showing me becomes immediately apparent. We scramble up a slight incline of packed snow to take in a sight that leaves me audibly gasping.
“Holy hell. It’s beautiful.”
Before us, those golden rays of sun hit a frozen waterfall tumbling down a rock face into the creek below. Everything sings with the reflection of scattered rays through the ice crystals everywhere I look.
Henri drapes a heavy arm around my shoulder and sucks in a deep intake of the crisp air before blowing out a breath, as if he’s taking a moment just to drink down the immensely gorgeous sight. “This is where Reid brought me for our first proper date. On a winter morning just like this.” He grins down at me.
“Well, look at you… Mr. Romance.” I turn and pass on my own smile to the cowboy at my other side.
“He needed to be shown around.” Reid lifts his hat, musses his hair, then shoves it back down. “Don’t know if I’d call it a date.” He proceeds to dig the toe of his boot into the snow, focusing hard on the white coated ground.
“And what a tour it was. Convinced me of many things.” Henri smirks at the sight of his man’s reaction.
“Did you two get a little naughty out here?” I tease, raising my eyebrows.
“Much like right now, it was far too cold for that, but it was our first kiss, right there, sitting on that fallen pine tree. You carved a pair of horseshoes into the bark.”
“You remember that?” Reid says quietly.
