Page 29 of Snowed In with My Ex

“I fucking love you, Allie. After this round, I am going to go slow. I fucking promise, princess,” he vowed before leaning his front against my back and pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Next time. But right now, daddy needs you too much. He has to breed his princess.”

“Shit!” I cried out as he thrust all the way inside. God, he was thick and long. Stretching me, making me feel like he could not only break me in half but be the only thing in the world to put me back together. He wasn’t kidding; I was so wet he slid in easily. My head thrashed back.

“Just like that, pretty baby,” he cooed. It seemed waking him up with my mouth around his cock had both of us more than on edge and a hair trigger. He plowed into me, holding me to him. Controlling every thrust. It wasn’t long before I was about to come. I didn’t get to warn him. I should have known better.

Daddy always took care of me.

Daddy knew my body better than I knew it myself.

One of his hands came up to curl around my throat, drawing me up higher, settling both of us more on our knees while he fucked me. His other hand wrapped around my middle. The new angle made me see stars when his hand dropped between my legs and rubbed my clit with furious strokes.

“Three. Count of three, you’re going to come for daddy like a good girl,” he demanded hoarsely. “One,” he clipped. “Two.” Winston’s warm breath touched the side of my face. “Three,” he growled. His thrusts turned erratic but weren’t any less glorious.

I had no idea how he did it.

But he wasn’t done saying the word before I saw stars. My sweat-slick body convulsed, and I thrashed against him. If hehadn’t had his hands on me, I would have fallen forward. But there was no way Daddy would ever let me go.

Not again. It might have been naïve to believe that, but there was something in my gut that shouted at me to trust how I felt when it came to Winston.

It would be something I would learn to find out throughout my life, that I would never ever regret.

Winston

My knee bouncedas I stared at the snow outside of the cabin. It had stopped falling, and I wasn’t ready for us to face the real world.

“I think we have enough supplies for the rest of the day and tomorrow for breakfast,” Allie said, popping her head out of the kitchen. The smile on her face disappeared and concern laced her delicate features. “Win?” She stepped closer, but whatever she saw, whatever she thought I was overthinking, made her stop in her tracks. “What is it?” she asked, her green eyes studying me closely.

“Come here, princess.”

“Win––“ I shook my head and patted my lap. I watched on bated breath as she drew near. The moment she was within reach, I pulled her in, making her sit on my lap. “Is this when I tell Santa what I want for Christmas?” she joked, breaking the momentary silence that had fallen between us.

I could feel her nerves like my own.

“Yeah, baby. Tell me. What does my beautiful Alaska want Daddy Santa to bring her for Christmas?”

“You. Just you.” Her hands stroked the sides of my face. My eyes shut, and I slowed my breathing. Jesus, how was it that Allie made breathing easier?

“You already have me,” I promised and swallowed hard.

We had shit to talk about. “When we were having sex….” I started to say, and her head tilted, making her hair slide off her shoulder as she gave me her full attention.

“Yes?”

“You said something.”

“We both said a lot.”

“Something you haven’t said unless I’m balls deep inside you,” I interrupted. She turned a brighter shade of pink. “I want you to know you don’t have to say it. It’s okay if we got caught up in the moment and… and now that it’s the light of day, you’re thinking, feeling something else.” Her brows bunched together. Then her eyes widened. “Wait, are you… are you talking about me telling you that I love you?” she asked, and my jaw clenched.

“It was the moment and––“ I started, but she lightly pressed the tips of her fingers against my lips.

“Winston Nash.” She smiled and rolled her eyes playfully. “Don’t you get it?”

“Baby––“ I knew she loved me like I loved her. I just didn’t want her to feel like she’d said too much in the moment. I wanted her to know that we could play it all out at her speed.

“I’m not on the pill,” she shared, and I blinked, trying to bat away the surge of happiness those words brought to the surface. “I’ve never, not once, thought about taking anyone without protection.” That last little word was uttered just above a whisper.

“No one but you. I love you, Winston. I want you. Always. This whole thing… remember when we first met?”