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.
12
Sasha
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.
“What?”
“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.”
He reached over to grab a piece of pita bread. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the concoction in the bowl and then at the pita in his hand.
“What did you do?” he asked again. “What sorcery is this?”
I laughed aloud.
“I made some guacamole and fried up the pita since you guys don’t have any tortilla chips.”
“You made guacamole?” he echoed in disbelief. “How? How!”
“I’ll never tell you my secrets,” I replied. “Can you get the others? It’s almost ready.”
But Seth didn’t move, his eyes bulging from his head as he chewed.
“YOU MADE THIS?” he choked when he finally swallowed and my brow furrowed.
“Yeah…is it okay? I was missing some—”
“It’s fucking fantastic!” Seth howled excitedly and I giggled as he scampered off to collect the others.
I started to lay the plates out on the kitchen table, followed by the fixings for the homemade fajitas and as I moved the filling from the stove to a bowl in steaming mass, the others started filtering in.
“Sasha, what did you do?” Dan asked and I shot him a warm smile. To my surprise, he didn’t return in and I felt my heart drop a little. I dismissed his expression, realizing that he was probably still stressed out about work matters.
“I made dinner—uh, lunch,” I replied brightly. “I hope everyone likes Mexican.”
“I do!” Harry called, dancing into the kitchen and flopping down into a chair. “This is awesome, Sasha, thank you!”
“You should be resting,” Stevie chided and Jim ambled in after him. They both seemed to be avoiding my gaze and I saw that Bash was doing the same.
“I’m fine,” I insisted. “I’m doing much better and it’s the least I can do.”
I looked around, my eyebrows knitting.
“Where’s Graham?”
“He’s not hungry,” Stevie said quickly, shooting Dan a look. But Dan didn’t seem to notice as he reached for a tortilla shell and began to dig in.
The smile on my face began to fade as I looked around the table. Harry and Seth were digging in with gusto, complimenting me extensively while the others were silent.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” Harry asked and I realized I was just standing there, looking at them all.
“Of course,” I replied, moving toward the table. “I-it just feels weird without Graham, doesn’t it?”
“Don’t worry about Graham,” Harry piped. “He won’t starve.”
I looked toward Jim and Stevie again but they purposely kept their eyes trained on their plate. Dan was looking at his cell phone but I knew there was no service so what could he be looking at? Bash, as always, eluded my stare.
A weird uneasiness pushed through me for the first time since arriving at the cabin and I looked searchingly at each of them, willing them to tell me what was going on but there only sound which reached my ears was the sound of chewing.
After a tense and awkward lunch, Dan asked me if I needed help cleaning up. I thanked him but refused, hoping that we could grab a minute to talk but he cited work and left the kitchen.
Seth had already fallen asleep on the couch by the time Stevie and Jim finished their plates but the stripping duo quickly found an excuse to go also, leaving me alone in the kitchen with Harry.
“I can’t believe they stuck you with the clean-up after that,” Harry muttered, shaking his head.
“It’s fine,” I replied quickly. “You can go too if you want.”
A feeling of wistfulness enveloped me when I realized I was going to be alone but Harry shook his blonde head.
“No way! After what you just did for us? I’m doing the dishes. You just sit and relax.”
“I can—”
“I’m not listening!” Harry interrupted and I smiled, realizing that he wasn’t just being polite.
He’s a charming guy.
“Harry…”
He turned his head to look at me.
“Was it just me or was there an obscene amount of tension at the table?”
Harry cocked his head in confusion.
“Not that I noticed,” he replied. “But I’m probably used to it.”
“Used to it?”
Harry chuckled and threw a dishrag over his shoulder.
“You may not have noticed but we all have very different personality types.”
“Yeah,” I muttered dryly. “I kind of did notice.”
“We weren’t always so defined,” Harry explained and I found myself leaning across the table to hear him out. Harry sauntered around the side of the counter and joined me at the table, plopping into a chair.
“What changed?” I urged. “Living together?”
“No,” Harry sighed. “I think we had to live together after we realized what had changed.”
I waited.
“That bus accident which killed the rest of our team,” he said, lowering his voice. “None of us was quite the same after that.”
“I imagine not!”
“No,” Harry sighed. “It’s not just that we lost friends…our personalities changed.”