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Darko—

My phone vibrates with a text, rousing me from sleep. There’s a woman’s warm body pressed against mine when I wake, throwing me for a moment, before every glorious detail of last night comes into focus.

Lizzie. Naked. Here in my bed, in my arms.

My body curves around her with my arm over her stomach. My dick instantly gets hard, but I force myself to ignore it and slip quietly free to dig my phone from my jeans on the floor.

It’s a text from Rock.

ROCK: I’M SENDING UTAH AND BAJA ON SNOWMOBILES TO GET YOU OUT.

ME: WE WALKED TO THE HOUSE LAST NIGHT.

ROCK: YOU GOT POWER YET?

I flick the lamp and get nothing.

ME: NOPE.

ROCK: COULD BE OUT FOR DAYS. I’M SENDING THE GUYS. THEY SAY HIGHWAY 550 and 160 ARE PASSABLE. THEY’RE GONNA TRAILER THE SNOWMOBILES AS FAR AS THEY CAN AND RIDE IN THE REST OF THE WAY. SHOULD BE THERE IN ABOUT AN HOUR.

ME: THANKS

I slip into a pair of fresh jeans, wishing I could make a cup of damn coffee, but settle for a glass of orange juice from the fridge.

Returning to the bedroom, I see Lizzie sitting against the headboard, yawning.

I grin and approach her side of the bed, holding the glass to her.

“Thanks.” She takes it, her gaze drifting over my bare chest.

Sitting on the edge, I stroke the tip of my index finger along her cheek. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Her eyes stay on mine over the rim of the cup as she sips.

“I enjoyed last night,” I say, making a lame attempt at letting her know how I feel. Last night was a big turning point. Huge. I want her to know I get that. “No regrets this morning, are there?” It’s my biggest fear where she’s concerned.

“No regrets,” she murmurs.

“Good. I got a text from Rock. Reports say the power could be out for days. He’s sending a couple of guys on snowmobiles to bring us to the clubhouse. We can ride it out there. At least they’ve got power.”

“Oh.”

She seems sad, like maybe she doesn’t want to leave the seclusion of my house where we’ve got the whole place to ourselves.

“I’ve got a room there. All the officers do. Private bath attached. You’ll be able to take a hot shower.” That seems to cheer her up.

“A hot shower sounds glorious.”

I grin, thoughts of her naked, soapy body filling my brain. “Yeah. If we had hot water here, I’d throw you over my shoulder and carry you to the shower right now. We’d get all wet and slippery with soap, and I’d fuck you against the wall.”

“Oh, would you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Guess that’s something to look forward to in this private room you have at the clubhouse.”

“Count on it.” I stretch beside her on the bed and put my face to the pillow, inhaling. “I love having the scent of you all over my sheets.”

“I think the scent of me is all over your body,” she teases, setting the glass on the nightstand.

“You’ve marked me, woman. I’m yours now.”

She giggles, and I bet she doesn’t know I’m serious. Even if I told her now, she wouldn’t believe me.

She traces a blank spot on my arm. “Maybe my mark should go there.”

“I’m sure we could find a better place.” Wrapping an arm around her, I cuddle her close and stroke her back. “Best snowstorm ever,” I whisper against her hair.

She tips her head to meet my gaze. “Best snowstorm ever.”

I dip my face to hers and kiss her lips. They’re soft and willing, opening beneath my mouth. Swooping my tongue inside, I deepen the kiss.

A distant roar carries to us.

“That must be the boys.” I smack her ass. “Better hurry.”

She sits up, and we both get dressed, then I grab a backpack and stuff some extra clothes inside.

I move to the living room window, buttoning a fresh flannel shirt I grabbed from the closet, and spot two snowmobiles coming up the road. The skies are gray, and the snow is falling again, but it doesn’t look like the wind is whipping as badly as last night. I turn to find Lizzie. “I’ve got some hats and gloves and a warmer coat. It may be too big, but it’ll get you through until we get to the clubhouse.”

The guys stop in front of the house, where the snow is packed from several other snowmobiles. I open the door and wave. “We’ll be out in a minute.”

They give me a thumbs up.

There’s a small porch with about four steps, but the snow has drifted to the railings. I grab a shovel and clear it off.

Once that’s done, I get Lizzie one of my coats from the closet and bundle her in gloves and a hat. “You ready?”

“I’ve never been on a snowmobile before.” She looks over my shoulder toward the machines.

“It’s a lot like a motorcycle; climb on and hang on tight.” I tug her hat over her ears and give her a quick kiss. “Come on, pretty girl.”

Utah and Baja are waiting in full snowmobile suits and helmets.

“How are the roads?” I ask.

“The highways are clear. That’s about it. They’re working on a few through streets and Main,” Baja replies.

“Once we make it to the pickup, it won’t take long to get to the clubhouse,” Utah adds and looks at Lizzie. “You doin’ okay, doll? Kate’s glad you’re coming to the clubhouse.” He passes her an extra helmet.

“I’m fine. Darko’s been taking care of me.”

“Ready VP?” Baja asks, passing me a helmet.

“Yup.” We climb on and head out.

Half an hour later, we make it to the highway where Rock’s crew cab waits with a trailer on back. Utah climbs in and fires it up, cranking the heat, then holds the door for Lizzie to climb in while we load the snowmobiles.

From there, it’s a short ride to the clubhouse.

“I see Rock’s had the prospects busy shoveling out the parking lot,” I say as we pull in.

“Hell, yeah. He had them in rotation all night long, poor fools,” Utah replies.

“Remember those days?” Baja asks, tapping Utah’s arm with the back of his hand.

“Yup. Being a prospect sucked,” Utah replies.

Baja parks, and we climb out, stomp our feet on the porch to kick the snow off, and go inside the big log structure.

A roaring fire is going in the big stone fireplace. There are a bunch of people here, but I spot our president over at the bar.

He’s got shots lined on the bar top, waiting for us all when we approach.

Kate runs to Utah, and Elaina joins Baja, kissing him and brushing at his wet snowsuit.

Rock lifts his shot glass. “Glad you’re safe. Here’s to a warm clubhouse.” He tosses back the amber whiskey, and we all do the same, even Lizzie.

When she sets her glass down, Kate gives her a hug.

“I’m so happy you’re here, honey. You can help us decorate,” Kate says.

“Decorate?”

“Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Judging by the weather reports, there’s a good chance we’ll probably all still be here.”

“Sorry, kiddo,” I interrupt. “Decorating will have to wait. This lady wants a hot shower and a good meal.”

“Rita’s making breakfast now,” Rock interrupts. “If you don’t want these boys to eat it all, you better make it a quick one.”

“Come on, babe. I’ll show you to my room.”

“No, dawdling, VP,” Utah says with a grin.

“And by dawdling, he means fucking in the shower,” Baja calls after us.

I flip him off behind Lizzie’s back, then take her hand and lead her to my room.

It’s a decent size, with a queen bed and two nightstands against one wall, and a tall boy dresser with a flat screen on the other. Tossing my pack on the bed, I see we’ve been delivered a stack of clean towels. Grabbing a couple up, I stroll to the bathroom and flip the shower on until steam fogs the glass door.

Lizzie appears in the doorway, taking in her surroundings. “It’s gorgeous. Not what I expected at all.”

The bathroom is modern with southwest touches like the floor tiles.

“Had a water leak a couple of years ago. Had to tear up a lot, so when it came time to replace everything, I remodeled it the way I wanted.”

“It’s really nice.”

“Glad you like it. Now, get naked. We don’t have a lot of time, or there won’t be any bacon left.” I begin stripping.

She arches a brow as she undresses. “I’m not worth giving up a platter of bacon?”

I chuckle. “Can’t I have both? You and bacon?”

When she’s naked, I grab her hand and tug her under the spray, and she squeals with laughter.

“Can I tell you something?” I take the body wash and uncap it. “I’ve fantasized about you, wet and soapy, in a steaming shower since the day you walked into my shop.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Stand still, okay?” I tilt the bottle up and drizzle it over her breasts. Surprisingly, she does as I ask, her hands at her sides and lets me do as I please. The sensual sight is fucking hot as hell.

Replacing the bottle, I massage the soap into her skin until she’s foamy, lather and bubbles along her slick skin.

My dick springs to attention between us.

“My turn,” she says, reaching for the body wash and filling her palm. She soaps my chest, then over my flat belly, her hands taking their sweet time en route to my erect dick, dragging out my anticipation of her first touch.

A moan rumbles up my throat at the delicious attention she gives me. Her lips trail after her hands, kissing their way down my body until she’s kneeling and taking my dick into her waiting mouth.

My fingers thread into her hair, guiding her, coaxing her until I’m pumping in and out.

“Fuck, yes. My baby’s got the sweetest mouth,” I growl. “A mouth made for fucking.”

She takes me to the back of her throat, and I slide out over her tongue, enjoying every tingling sensation. My balls tighten, and sooner than I expected, I’m ready to blow. I pull out, take my dick in my hand, and shoot ropes of ejaculate over her gorgeous breasts.

“Now there’s a pretty sight,” I hiss, still feeling the orgasm buzzing through my veins.

She smears it all over her chest, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Goddamn,” I growl and haul her to her feet, my mouth latching onto hers, so turned on, I can already feel my dick hardening. Breaking the kiss, I spin her around until her pretty ass is nestled against me, and I wash her tits again, taking agonizing time playing with them.

When I’m done, I pinch her nipples until she moans, then send one hand seeking between her legs to find she’s wet and ready for me.

“There’s my girl, so slick and begging for my dick,” I murmur against her ear, and she goes up on tiptoes, thrusting her ass out, urging me on. I give her what she wants, taking my dick and guiding the head to her pussy. The sensation when I circle it a few times ramps me up even further, and I drive inside.

I fuck her hard, clutching her hips, my eyes on that sweet ass of hers, watching her take me.

“Fuck, my baby is so good to me.” I smack a cheek, and she shudders in response. “You like that, Lizzie?”

She nods, dropping her head and moaning. I change angles, and when she bucks, I know I’ve found that magic spot deep inside her. Once I do, I don’t let up until she’s begging.

“Don’t stop.”

“Put your hands on the tile,” I order, and she instantly obeys. “Higher.”

Her body is stretched, and her breasts are thrust out. I slide my hands up her trembling skin and close over those beauties. When I can tell she’s so close to orgasm, I tug on her nipples and nip at her ear. “Come, baby. Come all over me.”

She moans, and I feel her lock down hard on my dick. We simultaneously combust, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight to me while I shudder out my release.

My chest heaving, I put a palm to the tile, holding us both upright until our heart rates slow. I press a soft kiss to the back of her neck and rest my forehead there.

Once I’ve got my strength, I turn her around, herd her under the spray, then massage in shampoo.

I tend to her with gentle hands, taking endless care with her while peppering her face with soft kisses.

There’s a pounding on the outer bedroom door.

“Chow’s ready,” Utah calls.

I rinse her hair, cup her face in my hands, and tenderly kiss her one more time.