I could feel the heat from his tumescent cock resting against my hip and I shivered, bucking to guide him inside me.

His mouth crushed against mine, the scent of us intermingling in the kiss. Slowly, he drew my legs around him, careful not to touch my bandage and I felt the tip of his throbbing cock slip over my sensitive clit.

Again I cried but it was lost on his tongue and he drove inside me with a deep, even thrust.

I’d never had anyone so big and the shock of his size took my breath away. I’m sure it showed on my face and he paused, waiting for me to stop him but I only locked my ankles around his waist, drilling him deeper inside me as the walls of my pussy sucked him in as far as I could take him.

“So tight…” he murmured and another jolt of heat flushed through me to slather his shaft as he fell into a pounding rhythm. My nails dug into the skin of his broad shoulders and I screamed out at his force, throwing my head back to allow his lips to sink into the core of my throat.

I was dizzy, on fire and rising higher toward the ceiling as Dan’s strokes became almost frenzied, his sack slapping against me and bringing me to another climax. I wanted him inside me, everywhere at once, filling me, claiming me.

“Cum,” he ordered and that was all it took for me to do it, as if I was his puppet to be commanded.

I succumbed to him entirely, my hot release soaking the sheets, our skin melding together and as I screamed out, I felt his shaft grow harder than I’d ever known a cock could be.

Searing streams of lava flowed into me as I doused him with my own and we were crying out, unconcerned with the fact that anyone could hear us. At that moment, we were two people lost in one another, becoming one another and I didn’t care who knew it.

His explosion seemed to fill me for hours, his muscled body shaking over me as I clung to him and when he finally began to relax, his mouth covered my face with kisses.

“You’re precious,” he whispered to me, falling beside me on the bed. “Amazing.”

I wanted to purr, I was so content but an unbearable sleepiness overcame me. It was exactly what I’d needed. He had, again, cured me.

“I told you sex is the best medicine,” I mumbled and Dan laughed, pulling me closer to him as I succumbed to a deep, sleepless slumber.



When I woke up, I was alone in the bed and I wondered if I had dreamt the whole thing but a quick look at my naked form and the still-damp sheets told me it was very real.

Not to mention the undeniable soreness I hadn’t had before.

My leg, however, was not bothering me in the least.

I decided I’d had enough laying around and while I could see the snow was still going hard outside, I still had no clue what time of day it was.

To be perfectly honest, I rather enjoyed the feeling of being off-grid and out of sync with the rest of the world even if I did feel a stab of guilt about worrying my team.

If they’re worried at all.

I scrounged the ground for my pajamas and slipped them on before hobbling out of bed but I noticed that I was walking better than yesterday…or whenever it had been that I’d last walked.

I heard men’s voices from the front of the cabin but I carefully avoided them. I had a grand plan for them and I didn’t want them to catch me and order me back to bed.

I was grateful that no one was in the kitchen when I got there and instantly, I busied myself in the fridge, digging out what I could to feed the horde. I knew I wasn’t much use to them but the one thing I could do was cook—certainly better than them. I wanted to surprise them with a Sasha Snow special meal before they knew what was happening and I put myself to work, grateful that I had something to occupy my time for once.

Humming to myself, I marinated some chicken and chopped the veggies, sautéing onions and peppers in a giant frying pan. I had to laugh at the poor equipment they had in the state-of-the-art kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Seth demanded, wandering in with his eyes wide. He sniffed the air and looked at me with his perpetually sleepy eyes.

“I’m just making dinner,” I told him and he chuckled.


“You’re as bad as me,” he chirped, flopping onto stool at the island. “It’s noon.”

“Fine,” I agreed, shocked to hear that. “Call it lunch.”

“You can call it whatever you want,” Seth replied. “It smells delicious.”

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