Chapter 75

75

T heo pulls me out of the tub, leaving Dylan in the water with a dreamy look on his face. Theo bundles me into a robe, guides me to the toilet to make sure I pee, and then scoops me into his arms, carrying me into the bedroom.

"We need to replenish some of that energy first," he murmurs against my temple, setting me down at the small table next to the window. He must have raided the fridge because the table is laden with all sorts of snacks plus two glasses of champagne, the remnants of the bottle in an ice bucket. He sets me on my feet, kissing me soundly before pulling out a chair for me.

"Do you want to take a break between sessions so you don't get sore?" he asks, feeding me a grape.

"That's probably the smart thing to do." I groan as the sweetness of the grape bursts in my mouth. "I saw some snowshoes on the front porch. Do you want to go for a walk?"

"I want to do whatever you want to do, Sunflower."

"That's hardly fair."

He shrugs, rubbing at the day-old scruff on his chin. "It's the truth. "

It takes us ten minutes to get dressed and another twenty to figure out how to strap on the snowshoes, but it's all worth it when we begin our trek through the pines, silence enveloping us as we walk side by side. The trees are the biggest I've ever seen. Even holding hands, Theo and I can't wrap our arms all the way around one.

"This is magical," Theo murmurs, pausing to gaze up through the pines.

"Yes, it is," I whisper, looking at him. I get as close as possible to him with these monstrosities on my feet and tip his chin down. Pulling a mitten off, I brush the snowflakes from his long eyelashes–those deep pools of amber pulling me in, drowning me.

"I love you so much." The feeling overwhelms me, tears pricking the back of my eyes. I choke out a laugh, embarrassed.

"Don't." His gloves hit the snow, and then he's pulling my face to his, brushing his lips over mine in the gentlest caress.

"I love you, too, Isla MacLeod. More than anything." I push up on my tiptoes, winding my arms around his neck, angling my head to deepen the kiss.

He groans deep in his throat. "This was a bad idea. I want you in bed. Beneath me."

The snow underneath one of his snowshoes collapses, causing him to lose his balance. Before I can blink, he's on his back in the snow, and I'm sprawled on top of him, his arms still banded around my waist.

"Fuck," he gasps, laughing up at the sky.

"Maybe it's a sign." I bite my lip, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively as I shimmy up his body so I can reach his mouth. He grins at me, his eyes sparkling as he tucks a stray strand of hair into my hat before drawing my mouth to his. The warm glide of his tongue along the seam of my lips has me opening for him, a small spark of need quickly turning into a roaring wildfire.

"You're right," I pant, breaking our kiss. "This was a bad idea." I squirm against him, needing friction.

"We're already on the ground. We may as well just do it here," Theo says, smirking at me .

"I'm not taking my pants all the way off in the middle of a forest, Theo! First, it's freezing; second, some of the other guests could walk up here and see us!"

"We'd hear them long before they could see us, but you're right, it's not smart to have your pants off when it's this fucking cold out."

I push off his body, planting my snowshoes in the snow and standing, pulling him up after me. Even in snow pants, I can see the outline of his cock, and I'm not going to lie, it makes me want to drop to my knees right then and there. I look up at him, blushing when I realize he caught me. Something in his face changes, a predatory focus gleaming in his eyes. My pulse jumps, and I take several shuffling steps back. He follows. The back of my snowshoes hit something, and he swoops in before I can fall, gripping my waist and lifting me onto a gigantic stump.

"These things have to go," he says gruffly, squatting to undo the buckles on my snowshoes before stamping down the snow beneath his feet and taking off his own. "Much better."

I can feel the warmth of his palms through my pants as he runs them up my thighs and steps between my legs, a predator capturing his prey.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he murmurs, brushing his thumb over my cheek.

"Come here, Theo," I rasp, cupping the back of his neck and tilting my face up to him, welcoming the rush as he crushes his lips to mine. He grips my hips as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, pulling me tight against him, the hardness of his cock pressing between my legs. I moan, locking my heels behind his butt, rocking my hips against him, whimpering as he moves to my neck, his hand sliding beneath my jacket.

"Fuck, how many layers do you have on?" he grumbles, pressing his forehead to mine as he unzips my jacket and rucks up three layers before finally finding bare skin. "There you are," he murmurs. He cradles my head in his hand, leaning me back until I'm lying flat on the stump. He helps me pull my arms from my jacket, carefully spreading it out beneath me, and then he hikes up my shirts, sliding his palms over my breasts and burying his face against my chest.

"Fuck, Isla." He peppers me with kisses, biting the swell of my lower stomach, sliding his tongue along my waistband before unsnapping my snow pants and shoving his hand beneath my long underwear, tracing my slit over my panties. "Already wet for me? That's my girl." He drags his finger back and forth over the damp fabric, teasing me. Pushing his finger under the edge of my panties, he dips a finger inside me before bringing it to his mouth. "Goddammit. You drive me so fucking crazy." Pulling down the layers just enough to fit his tongue against me, he feathers it over that most sensitive spot. "Fuck, I need you," he growls, biting at my hips, then the dip of my waist before roughly sucking a nipple into his mouth.

I arch up to meet him, desperate for anything he'll give me, my body thrumming with need.

"Hands and knees," he says roughly, breathing hard.

I scramble to obey, the wood rough beneath my palms as I grip the edge of the stump. He wrenches my pants halfway down my thighs, exposing my ass to the cold air, then I hear him fumbling with his button and zipper. I cry out as he slams his cock into me, his moan of surrender igniting something hot and frenzied within me. I push back, meeting every thrust, taking him deep. A gust of wind blows through, clumps of snow falling from the branches, disintegrating as it hits our skin. Theo pulls out suddenly, manhandling me onto my back and pushing my knees to my chest. I watch him curiously as he stares at the naked parts of me, need blazing in his eyes. Then he's eating a handful of snow, crouching down to lick a path from my ass to my clit.

"Theo!" I shriek, trying to twist away from his icy tongue. He jerks my pants past my knees and pushes his head between my thighs, sliding his tongue over my clit before sealing his lips around it and sucking. Hard. I strain against him, sobbing his name as he eats me alive. He stands, turning me on my side and dragging my ass to the edge of the stump. Notching himself at my entrance, he slowly impales me on his rigid length .

"Fuck, you feel good," he groans, his jaw clenching as he wrestles for control. He jerks out, flipping me onto my stomach before slamming back in, covering my body with his own, keeping me toasty warm as he rails me. He pushes his hand underneath me and between my legs, putting firm pressure on my clit as he thrusts, forcing me to the edge.

"Theo!" I gasp, my eyes rolling back as my body succumbs.

"Come for me, Isla. Good girl." He slams into me hard, my pussy clenching around him as he comes with me. "Jesus Christ," he pants, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. "I didn't plan for that. I have nothing to clean you up with." He pulls his hips away slowly, sliding out of me and tucking himself back in his snow pants before carefully helping me up, pulling each layer up before zipping and buttoning me into my cocoon.

"I'm sure Henry will help me with that when we get back," I tease, biting my lip to hold back my laugh.

"Ha! He'll just try to stuff it back inside you like the monster he is."

"A very sexy monster with a breeding kink I'm starting to like." I sit on the stump as Theo straps me back into my snowshoes.

"Do you like walking around with our cum inside you?"

I nod, my cheeks heating.

"You like feeling it drip down your thighs?"

"Yes," I rasp, flooding my panties with a new wave of desire. Fuck.

"You like when he pushes it back in?"

"Theo, you need to stop," I whimper, squeezing my thighs together, desperate to stem the ache.

He looks at me, his eyes dark. "Come here, Sunflower." As I approach him, he walks backward, pressing his back against a tree, his snowshoes straddling the trunk. As soon as I'm within reach, he pulls me close, shoving one knee between my legs and dragging my heat up his thigh. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself higher, crushing my lips to his as I ride his thigh and the seam of my snow pants until I combust, stars blooming behind my eyelids as I come.

"Good girl," he rasps, kissing me softly all over my face as I come back down to earth.