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Before I can say something I shouldn’t, she dips down and presses her lips to mine in a whisper of a kiss before she turns and practically bolts out of the shower.

“I’ll let you... uh... take care of your little problem while the water’s still warm.”

And now I’m back to being embarrassed.

Chapter sixteen

Lev

“What’s wrong?” I ask once Mik and I walk back into the cabin. Mik had his first day at the barn, and I volunteered to take him. He’s not trained in security, and while the rescue is relatively small, it is open to the public, and if anyone recognized him and followed him back to the cabin, our cover would have been blown.

Plus, I needed space. Being just down the hall from Tati, instead of a floor away, as my nerves were more frayed than normal.

After taking a different route home and making sure we weren’t followed, we’re back at the cabin, but the air is tense the minute we get inside.

Roman’s on the couch, propped up on pillows and a blanket, frowning into his phone.

“They’re predicting a snowstorm tonight,” he says. I did notice the temps dropping while Mik was mucking stalls and putting blankets on the horses.

“How much?”

“Up to three feet.”

Fuck. We never get snow like that in the city. I guess being further from the ocean and up in the mountains is a different beast.

“Okay, what do we need?”

“Food that doesn’t have to be cooked. Firewood. A generator would be great, but I don’t know if you can find one before it hits. You didn’t pack any cold weather clothes, I’m assuming?”

He doesn’t say it to be mean, but I bristle at the insinuation, anyway. I’m not the fuck up people assume I am, but yes, I did indeed forget to pack any outdoorsy clothes. I was in a rush!

“Alright. Just... text me a list.” I say, turning on my heel and heading toward the door.

“I can go with you and help?” Tati asks hopefully from where she’s sitting at the island, feeding Sparkles.

When I turn to look at her, she’s already realized she can’t. My heart aches for her, but until we know who is after her, this is the safest place for her.

It takes me longer than I would have liked to stop by the grocery store, two Lowes for a generator, a gas station for diesel, and a local fire station that sells cords of wood for a fundraiser. We don’t have the time to cut it ourselves. But it keeps me busy and my mind off her.

Chapter seventeen

Mikhail

Isqueeze my cock painfully as I rock my hips. The shower beats against my back as I rest one hand on the cold tile and the other makes a slow drag up and down my length. It’s my shameful ritual, but one I’ve accepted as just something I have to do to keep her. I work out to take the edge off, and then jack off in the shower to finish the craving. I squirt a small amount of her body wash into my palm and use it as lube. Every time.

I know jacking off to thoughts of my best friend, when he’s only a room away, is wrong on so many levels, but when I started to at fourteen, I really hadn’t had much of a choice. I’ve been so horny for her; everything about her turned me on. I must have showered four times a day, just to jack off to images of her.

I let my favorite scenario play behind my closed eyelids: a sunlit room, a bed covered in white sheets, and waking up with her slowly. Except, where that is our normal morning routine, we’re both sleeping naked. She’ll wiggle her ass against me in her sleep, and I’ll snake my hand down the front of her stomach to hold her between her legs. When she stirs again, she’ll feel me there and spread her legs for me more.

I’ll play with her with my fingers forever, until she’s squirming, soaking my hand and so desperate for me - as desperate for me as I always am for her.

Then I’ll hover over her, pinning her beneath me, taking in all of her beauty unabashedly. For now, it’s quick glances and eye contact while we talk, but in my fantasy I allow myself to really look at her.

I’ll work my way down her body until I can feast on her soaked pussy until she begs me to stop. I want her fingers through my long hair. I want her writhing beneath me, clawing at my shoulders and needing more.

And then I want to make love to her like she’s the most precious thing in my life. Because she is.

I watch porn as much as the next guy, and my favorites are always the sweet, sensual, lazy morning videos where two people coming together looks more like a work of art than a hot, quick romp.