Snowed In - A Reverse Harem Romance

by Krista Wolf

  “Protective,” I interjected. “That’s all. They’re not assholes, they were just being protective of me.”

  Boone flexed his arms again, sending my gaze back to his incredible biceps and triceps. He cracked his neck.

  “Ironically enough, I was the one who protected you. Not them.”

  I sighed, obviously getting nowhere. Besides, I didn’t want to argue. The water felt too damned good. I’d had something to eat, even quenched my thirst. Right now I was feeling warm. Happy. Content.

  “Well thanks again for saving my life,” I finished.

  Boone stretched again, this time with a wince. “If you really wanted to thank me you’d rub my shoulders.”

  Once more, butterflies took flight in my stomach.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Then turn around.”

  The words sort of tumbled out. I hadn’t even thought about them. For once, my mouth was putting me in situations my mind wasn’t ready for.

  But my body was…

  “Forget turning around. Come rub them from the front.”

  Morgan!

  My heart started pounding at double-speed. Before I knew it Boone had reached out, grabbed me by the waist, and settled me down in his lap. I could feel his big legs beneath me. My thighs parted, and automatically I found myself sliding one leg on either side.

  “Here.”

  He took my hands in his. They seemed so tiny by comparison. Placing them on his shoulders, he gave them a gentle squeeze before letting go. I was touching him now. Really touching him.

  “You’re gonna have to go harder than that.”

  It was unbelievable, how wonderfully solid his muscles were. I began kneading them. Working them between my fingers. It was like trying to manipulate two giant pieces of hard clay.

  “Mmmmm…”

  Boone’s eyes were closed, and that made it easier. Not only wasn’t I under his scrutiny, but now I was free to really examine him.

  “Harder please.”

  His face was breathtakingly handsome. The kind of smoldering, panty-melting good looks that had probably reduced hundreds of girls to quivering jelly. He also had the sharpest, most masculine jawline I’d ever seen.

  “That’s better.”

  His dark eyebrows matched the thick bushiness of his full head of hair. Beneath that, his lips were full and perfect; not too thick, not too wide. Great for kissing. Great for—

  “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

  I nodded, then realized his eyes were closed. Or at least they looked closed.

  “Yes.”

  “Other boyfriends?”

  I thought back for a brief instant before erupting in a giggle. “None of them with shoulders like yours, though.”

  “Why? You don’t like big shoulders?”

  It was a trick question, and I knew it. I decided to play coy.

  “Maybe I like nerdy guys.”

  Boone laughed beneath me, and my whole body lurched with his. I couldn’t believe I was doing this! Sitting on his lap, rubbing his body. The both of us, totally naked…

  “Well I always saw you as nerdy-cute,” he said. “But I figured maybe you liked to roll around in the grass on the other side of the fence, no?”

  Always saw…

  “Always saw?” I repeated skeptically. “Come on, I didn’t take you for a bullshitter. It’s a big campus. Other than this trip, you’ve never seen me until—”

  “The library. Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

  My mouth opened. I stopped rubbing. “W—What?’

  “You go to the library every Tuesday and Thursday,” he said. “Like clockwork. You walk up from the east side of campus. One of the residential buildings, I always figured. Orchard Hill probably, or—”

  “How the hell do you know that?”

  Boone shrugged. “Because I’ve seen you. I’ve watched you from my classroom window, practically all semester.”

  Beneath the water, his hands moved back to my hips. I froze, like a deer in headlights.

  “What would you say if I told you I’ve seen you lots of times? Not just on the way to the library, but in other places on campus too?”

  “I… I’d say…”

  His fingers brushed my skin, causing me to gasp involuntarily. They slid downward, along the curve of my lower back.

  “I guess I wouldn’t know what to say.”

  His hands settled over my ass as he pulled me closer, more firmly into his lap.

  “Because I have,” said Boone. Our faces were so close we were almost touching. I could feel the soft kiss of his breath. See the glimmer of the lamplight in his chocolate eyes. “I’ve watched you lots of times.”

  I looked down. I had to. It was all so overwhelming! It was just too much.

  But Boone only took my chin and tilted it back upward again.

  “I’m sure you notice lots of girls,” I told him nervously. “And lots of girls notice you too.”

  He caught my gaze and held it for a moment before nodding. “Yes. That’s true.”

  I blushed and shrugged. “So? I’m just one more girl. One more girl on campus walking to the library. One more girl who—”

  His hands suddenly curled, his fingertips digging into my flesh. It didn’t hurt though. It felt absolutely electric.

  And I could feel something else too. Something beneath me… rising up. Something firm. Hard…

  “I watched you because you stand out, Morgan.” The way he said my name made me tingle. “Your intelligence. Your innocence. I liked to imagine these things as I watched you walking. Liked to picture this moment, when we might finally be face to face.”

  His nose brushed mine. We were so close now I couldn’t stand it. My heart was thundering in my chest. My skin all stippled as my arms slid automatically over his shoulders.

  “You’re a lot more than just ‘one more girl’,” said Boone. “You’re a woman I’ve had my eye on. Someone I’ve imagined holding… touching… kissing…”

  Our lips slid against one another’s and I melted, dissolving into his arms.

  “I always knew I’d have you,” Boone murmured, chuckling softly into my mouth. “I just never thought it would be in a place this perfect.”

  Twenty-Four

  BOONE

  Her kisses were even softer than I could’ve ever imagined. Innocent and sweet, yet laced with that hungry, wanton edge.

  I wanted to tell her I’d imagined even more. That I’d imagined taking her. Fucking her. Staring through her eyes while being inside her, and then making a part of her mine forever as I filled her from within.

  But I didn’t want to scare her. Hell, she was already trembling.

  Instead I just savored the moment, letting it play out for all it was worth. My hands roamed every delicious curve of her body, from the warmth beneath the water to the goosebumped skin of her neck, her shoulders, her perfect breasts. This girl who I’d watched for so long. This girl I’d sort of made a game of in my head; putting her on a pedestal without even knowing her, without ever speaking to her in my entire life.

  She could’ve been a total asshole. The biggest bitch on campus. She could’ve shattered my perfect little classroom fantasy of what she was like, which was why it had taken so long for me to actually meet her in person.

  I didn’t want to spoil it. I had a feeling the fantasy would never live up to reality. That she’d be just like all the others; a party girl, a sorority type, or someone equally silly. Someone looking to hook up with a frat-boy for the sake of image, or out of boredom.

  So far though, I was thrilled to be wrong.

  I continued kissing her, slowly and tenderly, finally opening my mouth to admit her tender pink tongue. She was hungry. Starving. Like she hadn’t had a man in so, so long. I liked to imagine she hadn’t, and that I was the first one on campus to conquer such a delicate, beautiful flower. That I was kissing lips that hadn’t been kissed in ages, or at least, not kissed properly.
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  In the back of my mind though, I knew that was wrong.

  I could tell by the way the others reacted that wasn’t the case. That at least one of them had taken her under his protective wing, and possibly even more than that. It made me jealous — fiercely jealous in fact — that I hadn’t been the one to get to her first. That in enjoying my unblemished fantasy of watching her from afar, I’d waited too long to make my move.

  I’d booked the trip only because she’d signed for it. Besides, it sounded like fun. Six stops in eight days, so many towns, so many mountains. It was ironic that I’d come so far and yet still kept my distance. That only now, just before this absolute clusterfuck of a crisis, did I eventually make the decision to go after her.

  But what’s that they always say? Everything happens for a reason?

  This… I thought, feeling her writhe beneath my fingertips. This was the reason.

  Morgan. I knew her name, but that’s all I knew about her. Now I knew her body as well. She gasped as I lifted her further into my lap, holding her steady until my growing erection rested perfectly against her tender opening. Our eyes met, and an ocean of understanding passed between us.

  She trembled as she finally let go, lowering herself onto me with an adorable sigh. Sinking all the way down until I was embedded inside her, our bodies joined as one, flesh to flesh, man to woman.

  “Oh God…”

  Morgan buried her face in my shoulder as I sheathed myself in her tight, silky flesh. It was exactly as I wanted it to be. The fulfillment of every foolish daydream and stupid fantasy I’d ever had about her, this girl I didn’t even know, this girl who didn’t know me either. We were strangers, thrust together out of necessity. Dirty and hungry and lost to the point of imminent, even mortal danger.

  And yet we didn’t care. And that’s what made it even more special than it ever could’ve possibly been back on campus.

  I thrust gloriously upward, spearing her, causing her to cry out as her pretty little mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’. I wanted to kiss her some more. I wanted to drink her mouth forever, but all that could come later. Right now all I wanted was to ravish her body from within… to screw her hard and deep and fast. To fuck her with such intensity and fury that her screams echoed off the walls of the surrounding cavern, only to ring in our ears as we continued rutting like animals.

  “Oh my God, oh my God…” she breathed, moaning the words more than saying them. Her body was amazing; it moved and churned and rolled like a machine as she ground herself into my lap. And she held on hard. Pulled me forward, into the warm, wet valley between her breasts. Rolled her fingers into my hair and shoved me against one nipple, grunting her encouragement as I sucked, and licked, and nibbled it hard in my mouth.

  Her orgasm came quickly: an explosion of screaming and shuddering as I felt her going off all around me. Her pussy was molten. Hot from the waters, yes, but super-heated from the inside as it convulsed in a series of rhythmic spasms as she climaxed around my cock.

  Eventually Morgan slumped forward, holding me against her as I kept thrusting. She was thoroughly spent. Wholly surrendered. I could feel her breathing so hard I was actually worried. Maybe I’d broken her. Maybe she needed to get out of the hot water and rest or—

  “You have to come for me...”

  I felt fingernails against my face. Grabbing my cheeks, she pulled me upward until we were face to face again. Her eyes were glassy and distant. Her expression was pure euphoria.

  “Please…”

  I lifted her easily and spun her around, until she was facing the other direction. Steam rose off her body as she bent over, bracing one hand on either side.

  She gasped again as I entered her from behind. It was like sliding my dick into lava.

  “FUCK.”

  I grunted the word almost angrily, like I was casting a curse. The reality though, was that it felt so good I was about to lose it.

  “Stop… stop moving…”

  Morgan was grinding backward and swirling her hips in a counter-clockwise motion. I tried keeping her still, to keep from letting go. I’d waited for so long for this singular moment, I wanted to prolong it! But it was no use.

  “If you keep that up—”

  “You’ll what?” she gasped, flipping her hair over one shoulder. She turned back to look at me with her striking green eyes. “You’ll come?”

  She squeezed, somewhere internally, and it felt so good I nearly lost it. The smile she shot back over her shoulder was merciless and all-knowing.

  “Come for me Boone,” she said wickedly. “Do it on me. Do it in me. But just do it.”

  I thrust into her another dozen times, holding tight to her swaying, churning hips. Every stroke was pure nirvana. Every time I shoved myself deep inside her, I was loath to take it out.

  Finally I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “That’s it…”

  I came in a haze of sweat and adrenaline, pulling out at the last second and pressing my cock forward against her back. Spurt after spurt covered her steaming skin. It formed long creamy jets over both her shoulders… pooled into thick white puddles on the small of her back. I pushed back inside at the end, relishing in the feel of her velvet channel. Pumping the last remnants of my seed into her body, if for no other reason than to know — at least for this one shining moment — she belonged to me.

  We were still gasping as we slipped back beneath the surface of the mineral springs. It seemed even hotter somehow as we floated into the deeper water. I felt her legs hook themselves around me, entwining her body around mine.

  “So…” she said with the cutest, shyest smile. “Was I as innocent as you thought?”

  My laugh reverberated through the cave, causing the steam to swirl around our smiling faces.

  “That’s about the only thing I got wrong,” I grinned, pulling her in to kiss her.

  Twenty-Five

  MORGAN

  We lay next to the water’s edge for a long time, taking advantage of the natural spring’s rising heat. A pair of sleeping bags were bunched comfortably beneath us, courtesy of a quick, frigid run back to the hotel lobby.

  I drank some more snow-water, and could feel myself returning to full strength again. For the first time in days, my clothes were finally dry.

  “You want that rice?”

  Boone had been sweet and protective of me all evening, both before and after we’d screwed each other’s socks off. And to be honest, I loved the attention.

  “No,” I said reluctantly. My stomach protested the decision. “Leave it for now. For when the guys come back.”

  The guys. I hadn’t thought of them for a little while now, and it made me feel guilty. Darkness had almost fallen, and they still weren’t back.

  “You really think they’re coming back?” asked Boone, folding his arms behind his head.

  “Of course.”

  “You’re an optimist, then.”

  “I prefer the term realist.”

  Boone shrugged and said nothing. The last time he’d brought this up it had upset me, and so he wisely stayed silent.

  “Maybe they’ll be back with help,” I offered hopefully.

  “Sure.”

  “I mean it! Shane’s tough. And Jeremy—”

  “Look, you don’t have to convince me,” said Boone. “Rescue helicopter, sled dogs, whatever they show up with — I’m all for it.”

  I imagined the two of them out there, pushing through the storm. Shane was smart enough to know when to shelter up, and Jeremy was a much stronger partner than I’d ever been. Between the both of them, they’d have a good chance of making it through the night.

  Or at least I hoped.

  I curled back against Boone, reassuringly. He was stretched out on his back, his six-pack abdominals looking like a series of small, beautifully sculpted mountains — just like the one we were on. He was a welcome distraction from my worry. A wondrous, delicious distraction for which I was trying my best not to feel guilty.
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br />   “I’m not like this you know,” I said abruptly into the silence. “What happened between us, I mean.”

  “I know.”

  “Are you just saying ‘I know’ or do you really mean it when—”

  “I know,” he said simply.

  There was an honesty in his reply that made me snuggle into him. As a pillow his chest was hard but reassuring. Warm. Safe. Secure.

  “I also want you to know that—”

  “Look, Morgan, I get it,” he said. “Trust me. Maybe I only knew you from afar, but even through that window I could read enough about you to know why I wanted this to happen.”

  I traced his chest lightly with one fingernail. It was a nervous habit.

  “Then why did it take you so long to talk to me?”

  “Because I’m shy?”

  I poked him playfully. He laughed.

  “The truth?”

  “Yes.”

  “Because while I didn’t know you, you were still perfect,” he shrugged. “You didn’t have any flaws. Any of those annoying personality traits that would normally turn me off.”

  I imagined the types of girls who dated Boone… and the broad spectrum of annoying they might be.

  “And now?”

  He reached down, sifting his fingers through the wet tangle of my hair. “Now you’ve ruined it. You suck. You’re everything I never wanted, and—”

  I poked him again, harder this time, and he broke out laughing. Before I could do anything else he pulled me right up on top of him. He started kissing me again, and I went lightheaded in seconds.

  Three guys.

  It was like getting slapped in the face with reality.

  You slept with three guys… in as many days.

  I felt queasy at the statement, even though it was self-imposed. The words floated through my head in a daze, dragging emotions and feelings to the surface that somehow didn’t seem real.

  Three guys, Morgan. THREE. GUYS.