He kissed the top of my head. “Such a good girl to come for us.”
He had his arm around my shoulders, and he held me close. I could feel his heart pounding, his cock still hard against me.
Kai let go of my leg, but then briefly—finally—his finger slipped into my folds. My clit was too sensitive to be stroked now, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Instead, he brought his finger, glistening with my moisture, up to my mouth.
I didn’t think. I just parted my lips and sucked it into my mouth.
“That’s my baby girl,” Kai said, his voice rough with arousal. “Next time, we’re going to be the ones tasting you.”
“You did so well,” Asher said, shifting slightly against me. It felt like he was holding himself back, and I liked how in control of himself he was. Although someday soon, I wanted to see if I could make him lose control. “You moan so prettily when you come. Hearing it made me so fucking hard.”
A new thought hit, and panic flared in my chest then. Was I supposed to take care of them now? Make them come? I wanted to—god, I wanted to—but I didn’t know how. I hated this feeling of uncertainty and incompetence.
But then I remembered. They were in charge, not me. If they wanted something, they’d tell me.
“That was really hot,” Kai said, smoothing down the shirt so it covered me under the blanket. “Makes me wonder how you’ll sound when you’re riding my cock.”
He was still hard too. I could feel it against my leg—thick and insistent.
“Next time, we’re going to make you moan even louder, come even harder—and I can’t fucking wait.”
“Me either,” Asher said.
And then, so softly I almost thought I imagined it, I heard a third voice from across the room.
“Me either,” Landon said.
And that made me very, very happy.
22
LANDON
Snow sprayed everywhereas I skidded to a stop as close to the lodge entrance as I could. I detached the skis almost without stopping and jogged toward the entrance, my heart already pounding.
There were two porters waiting just inside the door.
“Get the emergency equipment,” I barked at them.
“What’s going on?” one asked as the other dashed inside.
“We have a Code White.” The words hung in the air for a split second. Then he pressed a button on the wall.
A minute later, I was in the equipment room, my hands moving on autopilot as I shoved whatever I thought I might need into a bag. Flares. Bottles of water. Hand warmers. Emergency blankets. My mind was racing, running through scenarios, calculating how much daylight there was left.
Maybe an hour. Maybe less.
One of the porters brought up a first aid kit, and more of the senior staff were showing up now. They’d gotten the message.
“What do you need?” Mrs. Greer asked, her usual stern expression replaced with something closer to concern.
“More members of the ski patrol,” I muttered, not giving her my full attention.
But there weren’t any. It was just me.
Vivian was there too. “Who is it?” she asked.
“The boy and his father. They didn’t come back.”
