"There! Don't stop!"
He doesn't. He pounds into that spot over and over, and I'm making sounds I didn't know I could make. The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with our harsh breathing and my moans.
His thumb finds my clit, circling with just the right pressure, and I'm right on the edge. My nails rake down his back, probably drawing blood, and he groans like he likes it.
"Come on my cock," he growls in my ear. "Want to feel you squeeze me."
His thumb presses harder and his cock drives deep and I come apart, clenching around him so hard I see stars. Pleasure rollsthrough me in waves, my pussy pulsing around him, and he doesn't stop fucking me through it.
"Ruby," His rhythm breaks, getting erratic. "I need to—where?"
"Don't." I wrap my legs around him like a vice, locking him inside me. "Stay. I want you to stay."
His eyes go dark, wild, understanding what I'm asking. What I'm giving him.
"You sure?"
"Inside me." I pull him down for a desperate kiss. "Come inside me. I want all of you."
He thrusts hard, once, twice, and then he's coming deep, groaning my name against my mouth. I can feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with hot spurts, and it triggers another small orgasm that makes me clench around him.
We stay like that, him still buried inside me, both of us shaking and gasping. I can feel him softening but he doesn't pull out, just shifts his weight so he's not crushing me while staying connected.
His hand slides to my stomach, possessive, and I know he's thinking about what we just did. What might happen because of it.
"You're staying," he says, and it's not a question.
"I'm staying." I cover his hand with mine. "No leaving. No pulling out. No holding back."
"Ruby."
"I want this. All of it. You, this life, whatever comes." I meet his eyes. "Everything."
He kisses me, slow and deep, and I can still feel him inside me, feel his release starting to leak out around his softening cock. We're quiet for a moment, listening to the familiar sounds of the cabin, the fire crackling, the wind outside.
"Mayson?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you for letting me in. For taking a chance on me."
"Ruby, you crashed into my life during a blizzard and refused to leave even when I gave you the chance. I don't think I ever had a choice."
"You always had a choice."
"Maybe. But it was the easiest choice I've ever made."
I fall asleep in his arms, finally, completely at peace.
seven
Mayson
Devinarrives,threemonthsafter Ruby came back to stay. He's got two others with him, both looking worn down in the way people get when they've been traveling too long in winter conditions.
"Lost another group last week," he says over coffee. No preamble, no small talk. That's one thing I appreciate about Devin. "Whiteout came up fast. They missed the turnoff to Old Pines, kept walking the wrong direction until the cold got them."
Ruby's hand finds mine under the table. "How many?"
