Chapter 32
Fact or Fiction?
We’re snowed in.
Addison
“Oh my God.” I gasp as I open the blinds to gaze out the window of Luke’s bedroom, which overlooks the backside of the mountain.
His entire back deck is covered in a snowdrift and it’s halfway up his window, impeding my view.
Luke groans from the bed, his hand reaching out to where I was lying just minutes ago. “What are you doing?” he croaks, stretching
his arms out as he arches his back into a long, lazy stretch. “Come back to bed.”
The sheet slides down low, revealing the trail of hair that leads to what I now know is a spectacular-sized dick. Long, thick,
and definitely leaving a lasting effect between my legs this morning.
Who knew Luke Fletcher has been packing all this time? I blush as I cover my mouth to hide my girlie smirk as he sports really
obvious morning wood. I clear my throat. “We had to have gotten over a foot of snow in the night and it’s still coming down
out there. It never snows like this in Boulder this time of year.”
“That’s mountain life for you,” Luke says, his sleepy brown eyes blinking at the bright daylight pouring in through the window.
“Guess we won’t be going anywhere for a while.” He waggles his brows at me, and I can’t help but smile.
“Are we really snowed in?” I can’t hide the giddiness in my voice, and I should feel embarrassed but I just . . . don’t.
He lifts his shoulders and nods. “If it keeps going, yeah. Does that scare you to be snowed in with me?” His eyes flash with wickedness as he looks me up and down, causing my nipples to pebble under the flannel blanket of his that I wrapped myself in before walking over to look outside.
I’m still just as naked as I was when I fell asleep with his cum inside me last night. I feel dirty and spent and stretched
and all the things that make it impossible to wipe this smile off my face.
My cheeks flush at the heated, threatening look in his eyes. Am I scared to be snowed in with Luke Fletcher for who knows
how long?
Hell yes, I’m scared.
I’m scared I’ll screw myself into starvation because I haven’t eaten anything in over twenty-four hours and all I want to
devour is him.
My eyes flash to his cock as he reaches under the sheet and fists himself, watching me watch him. Need pools between my legs,
and I clench my thighs together before my arousal drips out of me.
Then again, it could be Luke dripping out of me too.
Having him come in me last night was an experience unlike any I’ve ever had. So raw, so dirty, so intimate and elemental.
I feel closer to him than I ever have, and I didn’t even realize that was possible. I can’t imagine what it would feel like
to have his baby inside of me.
My head jerks back at that errant thought. Babies have never been an idea I’ve entertained, but suddenly, my body is intrigued
by the idea of making a miniature Luke.
Jesus Christ, hormones are weird.
A rush of need stirs inside of me, and I wonder if I’ve ever felt this wet in my entire life.
“Hey, have you seen my blue panties anywhere?” I ask, remembering the last time I was soaking wet.
“I was too embarrassed to ask before but now that you’ve seen me naked .
. .” My voice trails off when Luke’s smile falls and his face twists with discomfort. “Oh my God, what?”
He shakes his head from side to side, struggling to make eye contact with me. “I don’t want to do this.”
“Do what?” I ask, my heart picking up speed as anxiety creeps into my aroused state of mind.
He blows out a long breath as he sits up to prop his back against the headboard, covering his erection by bending his legs
under the sheets. “I don’t want to lie to you, Roe.”
“Lie to me?” I crawl over onto the bed and kneel at his feet, staring over at him, my brows tight on my forehead. “Why would
you lie to me?”
He expels a strange, tortured noise from his chest and scrubs his face over his hands. “Fuck it. This is marriage . . . this
is honesty . . . here we go.” He looks up at me and winces slightly before saying, “I jerked off into your underwear the morning
after we slept on the sofa together.”
“You what?” I sputter, my body zapped with shock and then confusion.
He nods, looking solemn. Like a kid who just got caught with his hand in a cookie jar. “You dropped them in the hallway, and
I took them to my room and fucking came all over them.”
Silence hangs between us. The sound of blowing snow hitting the house breaks through the stillness between us.
And then . . . then . . . I burst out a strange noise, falling down on my side as I curl up in the fetal position.
“Don’t laugh,” Luke deadpans as I clutch my stomach, my eyes wet with tears.
“What am I supposed to do with that information?” I sputter, my words hard to say through the fits of giggles. “Should I give
you a pat on the back and say, thanks for sharing that heavy truth with me. My God, you’re sick in the head.”
“I know.” He presses a pillow over his face, his abs contracting in a really sexy way, totally at odds with the weird shit that just came out of his mouth. He murmurs into the fabric, “I was so embarrassed, I threw them in the fire afterward.”
“Damn it, Luke! I loved those underwear!” I exclaim, sitting up to glare at him.
“I’m not proud, okay,” he growls, dropping the pillow and giving it a fitful punch.
I fight back the smile on my face, watching him all tortured and humiliated over there while also looking like some sort of
Greek god at the same time. It’s an adorable combination.
How can someone so hot be so . . . bizarre?
Taking pity on him, I tilt my head and offer, “I broke my vibrator because of you.”
His eyes snap to mine. “Come again?”
I bite my lip and shove a hand through my tangled hair. “It was after we kissed in the hallway. I got so mad that my vibrator
wasn’t getting the job done, I chucked it, and it broke.”
He gets a naughty twinkle in his eye as he says, “Addison May Monroe, you little dirty slut.”
“Don’t you even.” I pounce on him, straddling myself over his waist as I poke him hard in the chest. “At least I only damaged
my own personal property.”
“I’ll buy you all the underwear you want, babe. I’ll give you an underwear credit card if you like.”
“Jesus, how often are you planning to jerk off into my underwear? Maybe I should get days of the week panties to make your
selection process easier.”
“You think you’re funny?” He growls and grips me harshly on the waist, digging his fingers into my ticklish sides and causing
me to squeal as he rolls us over, his body draped over top of me as he assaults my neck with his rough whiskers, biting and
laughing and licking me until I’m dizzy.
I gasp when he reaches down and slides inside of me in one fell swoop, giving me no warning, no prep work, just entering me like I’m ready and waiting for him.
Which, let’s face it. I am.
I was soaked when I woke up, and watching him confess his sins with his abs and boner on display in his big cozy bed only
got me more ready.
I moan and squirm against him as he snarls and dips his head to bite my nipple.
I grab his hair and yank him up to look at me. “Stop that.”
He bites his lip and smirks, so I kiss him hard, his whiskers scraping over my lips causing a riot of goose bumps to erupt
over my flesh. A fever takes over both of us as we make out and he pulls back and slams into me over and over, both of us
swept up into the moment.
My head lifts off the bed when he rolls us back over so I’m riding on top of him, his hands pawing at my breasts as I grind
down.
“You know the best way to spend a snow day?” he asks, his mouth open and panting, his brows furrowed as he watches me take
him inside of me.
I shake my head, moving my hand to my clit, rubbing slow circles over myself and moaning greedily.
“I’m about to show you.” He grips my hips and thrusts hard up inside of me, causing me to fold over and brace myself on the
mattress by his face. My body is electrified by the sharp, white intrusion inside of me. His bare cock like a salve to my
aching center.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, that by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to miss the feel of me inside of you, you
hear me?”
I press a lazy kiss to his lips and murmur, “Prove it, Fletcher.”