“I need you healthy,Captain Frost,” I added, dead serious. “Because if something happens to you, I’m stuck in this cabin with Adrian and your little ice-sickle friend, Isis. And after that bear situation, if we get any more uninvited guests, they both gon’ fold under pressure and leave me out here to getmaulified. Adrian damn near sacrificed me to the bear to save himself.”
Bryce laughed under his breath. “Fold is generous.”
“Exactly,” I said, nodding. “So yeah... if I gotta play nurse to keep my personal security detail upright and breathing, I’ll do it. Self-preservation, baby.”
He shook his head, grinning, eyes warming. “So I’m basically a necessity now?”
“Absolutely,” I confessed, sweetly. “I need you for heat, protection, and decision-making. You’re the only other person in here who doesn’t cry, scream, or throw a Chanel slipper when the wind makes a weird sound.”
Bryce’s smirk widened. “Good to know where I rank.”
I looked up at him, serious for half a second. “Stay healthy, Bryce. I’m not trying to be snowed-inandunprotected.”
And the way he looked at me after that? Yeah... he wasn’t getting sick on my watch.
My eyes raked over his broad chest for a quick once-over. “You warm enough, though?”
“Warmer now,” he replied, his voice dipping into a low timbre that made the biting cold air feel suddenly irrelevant. “The cold don’t hit me like it hits most people. It sharpens me… keeps my focus clean. You know that.”
Bryce's eyes lingered a second longer than necessary, holding a world of unsaid things that made my heart race. His mouth was set in that same stubborn line I used to trace with my tongue.
I wonder how big his dick has gotten since we last had sex.How many times has he and Isis had sex? Has he ate her pussy? Her ass? Does he moan the same with her? Deep and rough, then soft and low when he’s close? Does he put her in those awkward, wild positions like he did me?
Whew. Okay… reel it in, girl.
I quickly redirected my attention back to the real reason I went out there before the moment swallowed us whole.
“Well, I’m helping… and that’s final!” I gave him a tight smile.
Bryce’s lips tugged into a crooked smirk. “Have it then,Professor Hollis.”
I rolled my eyes, chuckling. Then I glanced around. “Uh, where’s Adrian?”
Bryce shrugged with zero concern. “Last I saw, he was behind the shed mumbling about how his fingers felt like cooked shrimp. He might’ve passed out. You might want to go check and make sure the snow ain’t taking his soul.”
Just as I turned to look, Adrian was stumbling back into view, zipping up his pants.
“Oh, and since you want to help, you might want to grab an axe too. Cause clearly yo’ boy ain’t cut out for this kind of labor,” Bryce added, whispering.
I finally took notice of their piles.
Bryce’s side looked like Paul Bunyan himself had come by to handle business. It was neat, solid, and artistic. Adrian’s side? Baby, it looked like Jenga on its third mimosa. It waswobbly, unsure, and appeared to be one strong breeze away from calling it quits.
That was definitely not what I expected from a man whobraggedabout being a carpenter every five seconds. Well… to be fair, Bryce was anuncertifiedcarpenter too. He just fixed shit and let the quality of his work speak for itself.
“Remind me to never pee in the snow,” Adrian wheezed, breathing like he just fought off a polar bear. “My dick shriveled so fast, I thought it hit reverse puberty.”
“In other words, yo’ shit went from lowercase ‘I’ to a damn period,” Bryce chimed in. “Shit, that sounds like regular puberty for you.”
“Nigga, I gotlength!Askyo’ exabout me!” Adrian snapped, tone sharp like he genuinely felt disrespected.
Bryce’s jaw ticked as he squared up, voice low and lethal. “Iwillask her. And while she’s busylaughing,I’ll remind her what it feels like to come more thanonce.”
They both turned to look at me.
Bryce’s stare was a challenge, like heknewhe was the better choice and dared me to say otherwise. Adrian’s was a cold glare, laden with pain and silent accusations, as if I had betrayed him by sharing whispered secrets about his manhood with Bryce.
If I’m being real, both of them wereblessedin the dick department. Adrian had solidlength… sure. But Bryce? That man came withlength, width, rhythm,anda freak streak that would make Satan sweat. Every time after we had sex, he had me checking the mirror like,girl… you still you?
