Chapter 34
Jordan
The snow doesn’t let up. Large snowflakes dance outside the old house, mocking us.
At least we made it to shelter before the storm picked up. I don’t know how Kate would have survived for long out there.
Kate sits near the fire, her knife whittling away at a small piece of wood.
The sight makes me smile as I prowl over. “Making anything interesting?”
She huffs in annoyance. “All I can seem to make is a spear.”
I chuckle as I sit next to her. “That’s all I can make, too.”
Her knife glides across the sharpened end. “Maybe one day we could learn how to make little figurines.”
I hum. “We could sell them on the side of the road.”
“We’ll make all sorts of things and load them into our travel van.”
My lips tug up at our back-and-forth, imagining it: both of us, out on the open road, no longer stuck in the confines of this rotting island. I lift my fingers to her unbound hair, gently weaving them through the strands. Kate pauses her work to lean into my touch.
“I like that,” she murmurs, eyes closing.
I softly massage her scalp, earning satisfied purrs and her nearly climbing into my lap.
“We won’t be able to move today,” I whisper, pressing my nose against her temple. “However shall we spend our time?”
She immediately picks up what I’m saying, because she opens her eyes and twists to look at me, heat nearly radiating from her. “I’m not sure I can think of anything to do.” She bats her eyelashes at me.
She only has time to blink before I’m upon her, lifting and flipping her around, her back flat on the floor.
Hunger spirals through me as I nearly rip her pants off.
My mouth is on her in an instant, my tongue swirling over her clit in desperation.
She cries out, pleasure radiating through me as she tilts her hips up to meet me.
I lift myself up, a deviant smile on my mouth as I undo my pants.
“What are you doing?” she asks, voice breathy.
I climb over her, putting my hand on the inside of her knee and stretching her wide. “Something I think you’ll enjoy.”
My eyes zero in on her as I shuck off my pants, exposing myself to her before I press down against her. Her wetness coats my clit, making my toes curl.
She gives me a mewl as I circle my hips, keeping us pressed together, pleasure dancing between us.
Kate grabs at any part of me she can get, desperate for an anchor, to not let the arousal sweep us away. “Jordan,” she gasps, eyes glued to where we’re joined. “This is—oh—”
“You like this?” I move against her, moving my hips just right.
“I’ve never—I don’t—” Words seem to be failing her.
“It’s okay,” I soothe. “Just feel it.”
Her nails dig into my skin. I feel like I’m being slowly, deliciously tortured. After being too afraid to participate, I’m finally getting to bring myself over the edge with her. The horrible memories stay back, as if allowing me this small pleasure for once.
“Jordan, please,” she whines.
“Use your words,” I pant, watching her eyes glaze over with desire. “Tell me what you want.”
“I—I don’t know,” she stammers. “I just need you.”
“I know,” I say, moving faster, more aggressively. She groans as I pick up speed.
“I’m not…I’m not going to come.”
My movement falters a moment. “No?”
She shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut. “No.”
A devious laugh escapes me. “Oh, I think you are. You’re almost there, I know it.” Her eyebrows bunch, a look of concentration on her face, but I know she doesn’t stand a chance. “Go on, Kate,” I urge. She shakes her head again, resisting. “Kate. Look at me.”
“I can’t—no, I can’t—”
“Do it.”
“I’ll come if I look at you,” she whimpers.
Pleasure licks up my spine at her confession. “I know, but you need to.”
Her eyes open and lock on me. I pick up speed, letting my body enjoy what I’ve been missing. “Come all over me.”
Defiance flashes across her face before pleasure overtakes her. She lets out a deep moan, her muscles contracting, keeping her under me.
“Fuck, that’s perfect,” I grit out as my own orgasm floods me, taking us away from here.