Rubbing the furrow that appeared between her brows with his thumb, Ian explained, “I still want to get those files from the office.”
“Derek can’t do anything with them, can he?”
“Don’t worry, he can’t touch the estate. Everything is filed with the court, just as it should be.” He held his lips to her forehead. “But he’s still my cousin, baby, so in case he’s tempted to try, I need to destroy those documents before he incriminates himself.”
Pulling back, Breanna nodded. “What do you think Derek is going to do when he finds out?”
“That I betrayed him?” Ian snickered.
“You didn’t.”
But I did.
“That’s how he’s going to see it.”
On the other side of the mountain, the predawn sky was just beginning to lighten. Bathed in fog and shadows, the view outside her window appeared ominous. At dinner last night, Ted informed them a monster storm was on the way. “They’re saying we’re gonna get eight to ten this weekend.”
“Inches?”
“Nooo, Breanna.” He chuckled at her naïveté. “That would be eight to ten feet.”
“Oh.”
“Remember when I explained what an atmospheric river is?”
Kind of. She nodded.
“Well, there’s one headed straight for us.”
That’s when Francie advised her that if she hoped to make it to LA for Christmas, she’d best be off the mountain, heading south on 395, before the first snowflake fell. Breanna thought she’d at least have another week. She didn’t want to leave. Not yet. Her plan was to go home, come back to ring in the new year with Sinjin, and then return to Portland to start her last semester, dammit.
After dinner and a glass of brandy, Ted and Francie bid them goodnight, then she and Sinjin went upstairs. The door had barely closed behind them when he grabbed her, kissing her and tearing at her clothes like he might never see her again.
And they’d been going at it like rabbits ever since.
Her pussy was raw, and her nipples tender. Breanna was certain that once it was light enough to see, she’d find bite marks and fingerprints coloring her skin. But then, she was sure she’d find them on him, too.
“Damn, princess, how is it you’re still so wet?” The sheets beneath her soaked, his fingers were inside her once again.
Breanna curled her fingers around his erection and squeezed. “How is it you’re still so hard?”
“Fuck,” Sinjin groaned, his teeth sinking into her neck.
He smoothed over the sting with his tongue, kissing up the column of her throat and along her jaw until their lips met. The ache in her pussy flaring, Breanna gave in to the feeling. She never could resist his magic fingers or those decadent kisses.
So she didn’t.
Jagged lightning erupting through her belly, a rush of fluid seeped down her thighs. Caught off-guard, she choked on air, the orgasm striking without warning. She couldn’t breathe for a moment, and when, at last, she could suck in a breath, tears were flowing from her eyes.
The pads of his fingers pressed into her flesh, stroking up and down her thigh. “Shit, baby, did I hurt you?”
“Don’t be silly.”
“You’re bleeding.” His gaze flicked up from between her legs.
“I am?”
“Look.”
