Chapter 7 Afterglow
We stumbled through the cabin door, snow shaking off our coats in clumps. Garner kicked it shut behind us. No words. Just his mouth on mine, hard and desperate, backing me down the hall.
Clothes hit the floor in a trail. My skirt. His shirt. My bra. By the time we reached the bedroom, we were naked and frantic.
He lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He drove into me against the wall first—deep, punishing strokes that made me cry out his name. Then the bed. Missionary. My nails down his back. His teeth on my neck.
I came twice before he finally let go, groaning into my shoulder, filling me.
Now we lay tangled in the sheets, sweat cooling on our skin. The room smelled like sex and pine from the little tree in the corner.
I couldn’t stop touching him. My fingers traced the line of his jaw, the stubble rough under my fingertips. His chest rose and fell slow, eyes half-closed.
He was really here.
Not a dream. Not a one-night mistake.
Back for good.
The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I shifted closer, pressing my lips to his collarbone. Tasted salt.
He hummed, low in his throat.
I kissed lower. Over his chest. His abs. He stirred but didn’t wake fully.
Perfect.
I wanted to take him apart the way he’d just taken me.
My hand slid under the sheet. Found him half-hard already. I stroked once. Twice.
He thickened in my palm.
I smiled against his skin and kept going lower.
Tugged his boxers down with my teeth. He shifted in his sleep, hips lifting just enough.
I licked up the length of him. Slow. Teasing.
He groaned.
I took him in my mouth. Deep as I could. Sucked hard. My tongue flat along the underside.
His hips jerked.
“Maggie,” he mumbled, still half-asleep.
Hearing my name like that—rough, needy—made me ache all over again.
I worked him faster. Hand and mouth together. Cupping his balls. Swirling around the head.
He woke fully with a roar. Hands fisting in my hair.
“Jesus—fuck—”
He pulled out suddenly. Flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing.
I laughed into the pillow. Breathless.
His body covered mine. Cock slick and hot against my ass.
“How bad do you want it, baby?” he growled in my ear.
I pushed back against him.
“More than I could explain.”
He rubbed the head through my wetness. Teasing.
I whimpered.
“So fucking bad I want to scream.”
He thrust in hard. One stroke. Buried.
I did scream.
He didn’t hold back. Deep, grinding thrusts. Rolling his hips so he hit every spot inside me.
Then he pulled out. Flipped me again—to my knees.
Doggy.
Yes.
He spread me open. Slid back in.
Balls slapping my clit with every thrust.
His thumb circled my ass. Pressing. Not inside. Just pressure.