Whiteout

Chapter Nineteen

They cleaned the snow off their boots at the front door. Taking Breanna by the hand, Ian gestured for her to be quiet and led her toward the stairs. But the dog possessed supersonic hearing, apparently, and before they could make the furtive climb, Hera came running over to greet them.

“Hey, sweetie.” Of course, the traitor went to Breanna for a rub between the ears first. “Did you miss me?”

It would appear so.

“Ian?” Francie’s voice rang out from somewhere in the house. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. “Are you two back?”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“We’ve been waiting on you. Food is about ready.”

Well, there goes that idea.

“C’mon,” he said with a sigh, squeezing Breanna’s hand before letting it go. “Looks like we’re having lunch first.”

Uncle Ted sat at the kitchen island, hunched over a bowl of soup, while his aunt commanded the stove. The woman missed out on her calling. She should’ve been a chef, opened her own restaurant, or something, because when she wasn’t fussing in the kitchen, Francie didn’t know what to do with herself.

“Sit yourselves down right here,” she said, not bothering to turn around. “Thought you’d like something to warm your insides, so I made fresh tomato soup.”

“And grilled cheese sandwiches to go with it?”

“You know me better than that, dear.”

He sure did.

Francie spread mayonnaise on thick slices of brioche bread she no doubt baked herself, topping them with paper-thin slices of ham and mounds of shredded mozzarella. After dipping the sandwiches in an egg batter, she fried them in butter. Real comfort food. Ian fondly remembered coming into the house to find those sandwiches waiting for him as a kid, after long hours spent outdoors building snow forts with Derek.

“Oh, wow.” Topped with a swirl of heavy cream and fresh basil, Breanna inhaled the steaming bowl Francie put in front of her. “You even make tomato soup fancy.”

“It sure ain’t Campbell’s,” Ted said. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he glanced over at his wife. “If you want to make it down to the village and back before dark, you best get to it, Francie.”

“Last two. I made extras for my boys.” She chuckled, sliding the sandwiches onto a plate. “I know how you like to gobble them up. Ian, honey, do you think you and Breanna can manage dinner on your own?”

“I’m sure we can rustle up something.”

“Okay, good. I have a big grocery order to pick up and your uncle wants to stop by the hardware store.” Passing a grilled cheese to Breanna, she explained, “We have to make sure we’re all stocked up before the storm hits.”

“We’ve got enough foodstuffs and toilet paper to last until May,” Ted said with a chuckle. “But you know your aunt.”

“After last season, I’m not willing to take any chances.” Making herself a plate, Francie finally sat down. “Three months solid we were snowed in here with the pass closed. Thought we’d never see the end of it. We still had patches of snow on the ground come Fourth of July.”

“That was a once-in-a-decade fluke.” Ted reached for a second sandwich. “Atmospheric rivers brought us twice the amount of precipitation we typically get.”

“What’s that?” Breanna asked Ted.

And his uncle’s face lit up.

“Picture a river in the sky, stretching far across the Pacific. Strong winds carry moisture from someplace warm—like Hawaii—then that moisture gets dumped on us as heavy rain and snow. Lasts for days and days. We get hit with one, oh, four or five times a season. Last year seemed like it was one after the other.”

“That doesn’t sound good.” Giving her head a little shake, Breanna pursed her lips.

Smirking, Ian discreetly squeezed her thigh and winked. “They’re not so bad as long as you’re ready for it.”

“Where do you think the West Coast gets its water from, young lady?” Wiping his mouth with a napkin this time, Ted swallowed the last bite of his grilled cheese sandwich. “The snow melts in the spring, replenishing the lakes and rivers here.”

“How much snow are we going to get this time?” Breanna wanted to know.

“They’re predicting two to four feet over forty-eight hours, much the same as the storm you got caught in. And that’s pretty common.” Ted rose from his chair and turned toward him. “If we get more than that, be prepared to help me with the roof, Ian.”

“Don’t I always?”

“That you do.” Bobbing his head, he went over to his wife. “We need to get going, Mrs. Keeler.”

“All right, all right, Mr. Keeler.” Francie got up, and her husband playfully swatted her bottom. “Just let me clean up.”

“I can do it, Francie,” Breanna offered with a smile. “Go on.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” She nodded as she stood. “I might not be much of a cook, but I’ve had plenty of practice doing dishes.”

“You’re such a dear—thank you.” Looking on as Breanna went about her task, Francie leaned into his ear, her anxious voice low, “Derek called while you were out.”

“What’d he want?”

“She’s a lot like her daddy.” Glancing at Breanna, she shook her head. “I don’t care how you do it, but you keep your cousin away from her.”

Before he could even close the door, Breanna brought his mouth down to hers and kissed him. Hera jumping at their feet, she held his face in her hands and slipped her sweet tongue inside.

That’s how she does it.

Addicted to her taste, he slipped his hands beneath her sweater. Ian squeezed her little tits, capturing the nipples between his fingers.

She whimpered, a sound he loved when it came from her. His dick wasn’t just twitching. Hard and heavy and throbbing in his pants, he was ready to fuck. And, oh, how he wanted to. Needed to. God, she made him crazy. Primitive. Feral.

At this rate, they’d never make it to the bed.

“Your turn.”

“My turn?” Breanna glanced up at him, her head tipped slightly to the side.

He let his fingers slip through her hair. “Show me.”

“What?”

“You,” Ian answered, lifting the sweater over her head. He removed her bra to gaze upon those luscious tits. “All of you.”

“But you’ve seen me.” Her gaze never leaving him, she unzipped her pants and pushed them down her thighs. “You kept me naked for three days.”

“Not like this.”

Not with the bright winter sun pouring in through the glass. He looked his fill, taking in every dimple, angle, and curve. This girl, his princess with the fairytale eyes, was beautiful.

Standing in front of him, naked, vulnerable, and unashamed, Breanna watched as he stripped off his clothes.

Ian reached for her, fingertips caressing her breasts. “Love your big nipples. They’re so perfect on these pretty little titties.”

Her cheeks turning pink, she glanced down at her chest and shrugged. “Maybe they’re still growing.”

“Hope not.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I love them just as they are.”

Toying with her nipples, his lips skated along the vein pulsing in her neck. Reaching her ear, Ian whispered, “Yeah, I think I’m going to fuck you right here.”

He could feel the shiver go through her.

His hands swept down her sides. Sinking his fingers into her ass, Ian pressed her soft body to his aching dick. “Is that okay with you?”

Breanna answered with a kiss. “I’ve missed feeling you inside me.”

Fuck, I’ve missed being there. Easing her down onto the fur rug, Ian hiked her leg high on his chest. “That’s it,” he praised, her arms coming around his neck. “Hold on to me.”

Without looking, he grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it beneath her head. He pinched her nipples, hard, both at the same time, twisting the pink, swollen buds in his fingers. Her nails scored down his back, and it stung. Yeah, baby, make me bleed. He wanted her marks on his skin, his blood on her sheets, and her cunt filled with his cum.

Ian deepened their kiss. Pulling on her nipples, he thrust his tongue in, fucking her mouth with it, his aching dick grinding against her thigh. But then greedy, hungry for her, that ripe, delicious nipple was in his mouth.

“Sin…” Breanna sucked in a breath, pulling on his hair. “Please…put your fingers in me.”

“You need that, don’t you?” He thrust two into her sopping-wet hole. “Need to be fucked.”

“God…yesss,” Breanna moaned, spreading herself wider. “More…hard the way you always do…until I’m raw.”

My princess and my dirty girl.

Made for him is what she was. Her appetite matched his own.

Ian added a third, wedging his fingers in as far as they could go. So wet. If Breanna wanted him to, he could work his fist inside her. “How’s that feel, baby?”

“So good it hurts.”

Fuck, yeah. Ian withdrew, only to plunge back inside her with four.

“I love…” Biting into her lip, she yelped.

Me? You better, because I think I might be in love with you, too.

“…this.”

I’ll make you love me, baby. You’ll see. We’re already halfway there.

Sinjin was right about one thing, he’d ruined her pussy for anyone else.

Breanna spread her legs as far apart as they would go. With four fingers fucking her, she wanted to open herself up for him as much as she could. Wet noises. His knuckles slammed against her pubic bone, smashing into her clit as he stretched her. It felt like his entire hand was in there.

Heavenly fucking torture.

She glanced down.

Not quite, but almost.

Perhaps someday she’d ask him to. Was she a freak to want such things? Maybe, but the way she felt right now, with every cell in her body firing, Breanna wanted this man to annihilate her.

Possess her.

Control her.

“Mm,” he groaned. Fingers wedged inside her, Sinjin teasingly rubbed her clit with his thumb. “You like watching what I do to this pussy?”

She could only nod, her thighs shaking.

“Does my baby need to come?”

“Yes.”

He pulled his fingers out and fed them to her. “Ask me to, princess.”

“Please, Sin…” Greedily sucking her wetness from his fingers, Breanna touched herself. “…I want to come on your cock.”

“And I want you to come all over my face.” He flipped her on top of him and crooked his finger. “C’mere, baby. Feed me.”

As much as his fingers were delicious torture, Sinjin’s tongue inside her felt sublime. Breanna didn’t know how he could breathe with her pussy smashed against his face. His fingers gripping her hips, he held her there, and, deeply groaning, he ate her alive. Slurping the juice out of her hole. Nibbling at her clit.

Breanna pulled on her nipples. “Oh, God.”

His fingers probing her pussy and ass, Sinjin sucked on her clit, then he pushed them inside.

“Fuckkk.” She came so hard.

He pulled her down to his chest. “Shall I?”

“Please.”

His beard drenched in cum, Sinjin kissed her. “Ride this dick, baby, so I can fuck you.”

Breanna held onto his hands and lowered herself onto that beautiful curved cock, watching it disappear inside her, inch by delicious inch until she was fully seated, her bare lips flush against the coarse hair at his groin. Damn. Tucking a loose strand behind her ear, Breanna grinned at the sight of it.

“Look, baby, I got all of you in me this time.”

“I’m so proud of you, princess,” he praised, slowly thrusting upward.

She was proud of herself, too.

“I knew you could take it.” Groaning, he flicked at her swollen clit. “This dick was made to fuck this pussy.”

“Ooooh, you feel so good.” Breanna rode him, the head of his cock hitting a spot inside her that… “Fuck.”

“I’m going to take this little virgin hole,” Sinjin promised, sliding a finger into her ass. “You want me to fuck you here, don’t you, baby?”

“I do.” Breanna sucked the air in through her teeth. “So bad.”

“I need you addicted to my dick.”

Oh, God, I already am.

“Don’t want anyone but you.”

“Good girl.” He made a fist, pressing it firmly into her belly, a handbreadth beneath her navel. “Because you’re my princess and no one gets to touch you but me.”

His finger fucked her ass and his cock fucked her pussy, while his fist touched something way down deep inside her.

“What are you doing to me?”

Collapsing on his chest, she exploded.

“Giving you what you asked for.” And with a loud growl, he thrust once more. “You’re coming on my cock.”

Boneless on top of him, Breanna caught her breath, sweaty and naked on the faux-fur rug. “You didn’t use a condom again.”

“I didn’t.” Sinjin grinned, his fingers swirling in the cum dripping out of her. He cupped her pussy. “My babies are going to come out of here.”

The fuck?

“You could already be pregnant.” He seemed pleased with himself. “And if you aren’t yet, you will be.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe.” Smirking against her cheek, he kissed it. “But just the thought of putting a baby in you makes my dick hard.”

“I don’t want to have a baby,” she said, rolling off of him.

Sinjin turned onto his side and gathered her to his chest. “No? Why not?”

“Because I’m only twenty-one, and there’s a lot of things I want to do first.” And that was the truth, not that she was altogether opposed to the idea. Someday. Breanna half-heartedly giggled. “Maybe when I’m thirty, you can put one in me, but not now.”

“Fair enough,” he said, fingering her hole. “We best get you on birth control then because I won’t stop fucking you bare.”

“Mm, yeah, okay.” She moaned, succumbing to his fingers all over again.

“It’s too late for that, anyway.” Picking her up from the floor, Sinjin carried her into the bedroom. “I’m already there inside you.”