“Are you all right?” she murmured after a few minutes and I sighed, rolling off her back to look into her face.
“I am now,” I told her and she smiled.
“You see?” she teased me. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
I shook my head but I didn’t return her smile.
“I was never worried that it would be bad,” I told her. “I was always worried about losing you.”
A shadow clouded her eyes and she sat up to look at me.
“And now?” She asked quietly. “Now you’re not worried about that?”
“No,” I confessed. “I’m glad we had you while you’re here.”
She visibly gulped back a lump in her throat and reached forward to place her open palms on my face.
“You’re so special to me,” she breathed. “All of you.”
I shook my head, hating that my usual downer crap had ruined the moment. What was wrong with me that I had to start with my shit?
“Kiss me,” Sasha ordered me and I obliged, our tongues darting out to tease the other. When we parted, I stared into her eyes, wanting to memorize her in this moment. This was the way I was going to recall her.
“You still want to have that nap?” she asked, pulling me back onto the bed with her and I didn’t resist. She draped a long leg over mine and laid her head on my chest. In minutes, I felt her breaths synching with mine and as the wind continues to howl outside, dictating the storm still raged, all felt right in the world, if only for a few minutes.
After a day of marathon sex, I was shocked to discover I was in bed alone when I woke. All of my boys had disappeared, presumably to let me rest but I was feeling shockingly alert and awake.
True, my body was aching in places I didn’t even know existed but I felt incredible, alive.
For once, I knew it was morning, only because despite the driving snow, the sky seemed to have lightened somewhat.
I had no idea if that meant that the storm was almost over but I wasn’t going to waste another minute lying around in bed. I was starving and my men deserved a feast after the journey we’d been through together.
I rushed to the kitchen and Dan was already in there, making coffee when I entered, naked and barefoot.
His eyes brightened when he saw me and he sauntered toward me, slipping his arms around my naked waist.
“Good morning,” he murmured, squeezing my ass gently. “How did you sleep?”
“Like the dead,” I replied. “Now get out of here so I can make us breakfast.”
Harry appeared and slipped a kiss onto my neck as he padded by, followed by Seth.
I slid my tongue into his mouth before he could reach for coffee and his hand reached up to stroke my breast.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he yawned and I laughed.
“You wore me out,” he muttered, pouring a cup of coffee. I felt a strong arm around my hips and Graham’s mouth latched around my earlobe.
Everyone looked at him in surprise and I felt a fission of heat between my legs as he pressed his rock-hard shaft against me.
“I see you two worked things out?” Bash commented, eyeing us warily as if he worried that our truce might be short lived.
I extended my arms toward Bash to hug him and he eagerly stepped into my embrace.
“Don’t forget about us,” Stevie chimed, sauntering into the now crowded kitchen, followed by his shadow.
“How could I ever forget about you?” I asked and I meant it. I was going to miss all of them, their strange, conflicting personalities, their quirks and charms.
I wished I could stay with them forever, trapped in the storm away from the rest of the world.
“This storm should be fizzling out soon,” Dan told me when I disentangled myself from all my suitors. “Another day, tops.”
The information sent a pang of regret into my soul and I stared at him.
“Really?” I murmured and he nodded, his own eyes reflecting the same regret I was feeling.
I cleared my throat and nodded.
“Well,” I said brightly. “Let’s make the most of it then.”
Like dogs smelling steak, they all turned to look at me with interest but I held up my hand, laughing.
“First fuel then fun, okay?”
* * *
I concocted a feast for them, a huge buffet of eggs, toast, bacon, hash browns and sausage.
Dan had taken pity on me and grabbed the robe before the grease splattered all over me but until then, I’d rather relished being naked as I walked around the cabin, unabashed.
They inhaled their breakfast with gusto but I found myself unable to eat as I considered what would happen next.
I played a childish “what if” game. What if the storm never ended? What if I gave up my job at Mirror, Mirror and stayed on with them? What if…