Well, more at risk than him letting a serial killer fuck him.
Tapping him on his thigh, I say, “Up you go, Hummingbird. Let me clean you up.”
He hisses when I pull my dick from his hole, and he stands. I groan when I see my cum leaking down his leg. It takes all mywillpower not to shove it back inside him, but Remi is too tired and probably too sensitive after two orgasms.
I’ll let him rest.
For now.
16
REMI
When I wakeup the next day, the power is on. I’m too hot beneath the two comforters Streeter pulled over us, and my entire body tenses. The reaction makes me groan, and that sound makes Streeter wrap his arms tighter around me, pulling me back against his chest for a moment before he lets out a sound of his own.
“Why’s it so hot?” he asks, still half asleep.
I don’t want to answer him. Instead, I manage to kick off the blanket and wiggle out of his grip. He grabs for me, but I drift over to the window.
The snow is starting to melt.
Whatever weird bubble we’ve been living in bursts as I feel an arm slide around my waist and Streeter’s chin come to rest on top of my head. “Looks like we can finally take another warm shower.”
My body instantly reacts to the suggestion, to the feel of him warm and nude behind me… and I can’t help the way I squirm against him—I can’t help the way that I hope once all this is said and done, when we come off this mountain…
Maybe this is something I can keep.
I’m giventhe slightest bit of hope when Streeter takes advantage of the water that must have heated up while we were asleep. The warmth on my skin is so much better than the frigid water we’ve had, and Streeter takes full advantage of the way the steam makes my body relax, taking me apart until I’m shivering and the water runs cold.
Once we’re both clean, he half carries, half walks me out of the bathroom and pushes me into the bedroom. We’re both dressed before I see the relaxed expression on his face slowly turn serious.
Calculating.
And it makes something in my stomach drop again.
“How long did you have this place rented for?” He sounds worried when he asks.
It’s almost strange to think of the answer, because my brain has somehow separated everything intobeforeStreeter andafterStreeter.
That answer is in the before, and it forces me to think of the way Trevor looked at me when he half asked, half demanded I come up here with him and let him“show me how he really felt.”
Fuck, I’d been so stupid.
“I think he rented it for the weekend. We’re technically over our time.” The answer comes out slowly, and Streeter’s brows dip.
“They probably aren’t going to go cabin to cabin kicking people out, but still…” He trails off and grabs his phone from his pocket. “Do you have a charger?” I glance at his phone.
“Trevor should have one in his bag you can use. I packed it for him.”
That seems like forever ago too… making sure he didn’t forget his charger because he was always doing it andalwaysblaming me.
“Perfect.” Streeter takes a step forward, pressing a quick, warm kiss to my mouth. “We have to move fast now, Hummingbird.”
Move fast.
My mind is spinning as he makes his way out of the room. I realize what he’s talking about—we overstayed our reservation, and there’s every chance someone might be coming to check on us.
There are bodies close to our cabin, even if theyaredown a cliff, and it’s not like there were enough cleaning supplies to really make sure things werespotlessin here.
