Love at First Blizzard Bonus Scene
Alex
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
Bundled beneath blankets and furs, I watch the world fly by in a blur of white. Maksim promises he’ll teach me how to drive the sled. But for now, he wants me to get the full effect of the Sierra backcountry. It’s beyond exhilarating—especially thinking about how he saved my life less than a year ago.
We stop in a beautiful clearing, the icy sun high and distant overhead. Maksim stakes out the dogs and gives them water before diving under the blankets to cuddle with me.
Before I know it, his hands are at the waistband of my pants, his thick cock pressed against my thigh.
“I need you, Sasha,” he growls in my ear.
“I need you more,” I breathe as he dips his head beneath the covers.
“Maksim, what are you doing?” My voice rises as I feel him crawl down my body, tugging at my pants. It takes effort—he’s a big man, and the sled isn’t made for two. I pull up the blankets and peer beneath them to find his arms locked around my hips. He presses a brazen kiss where my legs meet.
“You know what I’m doing,” he grumbles, finally working free the button and zipper. Triumphantly, he drags my pants down to my knees, growling deep in his throat as he buries his mouth against my panties. What was already wet turns into a drenched invitation as a painful throb twists me in knots.
“But out here?” I whisper. “In the middle of everything?”
“Out here, in the middle of nowhere, Sasha,” he replies, pulling my panties down enough so that he can sink his mouth into my heat. “You’re not in San Francisco anymore.”
He dives in, kissing me until a low moan escapes me.
“But what if someone comes along?” I gasp. “What if one of your brothers—”
“I’ll shoot anyone who wanders onto my land or gawks at me making love to my woman. Brothers included.”
“You’re a madman,” I moan as his fingers part me and his tongue finds my clit. I jerk reflexively, crying out again. “You’re really doing this out here?”
His tongue is buried deep, and I cover my mouth with a hand, stifling an appreciative whimper. My core tightens as he relentlessly plays with my pearl, alternating between sucking, circling, and flicking.
Suddenly, he throws back the covers, glaring up at me.
“What?” he growls.
My last question evaporates as I scramble for the blankets, but he stops me.
“I need room for what I’m doing, Sasha. And I know you’re going to like this.” He pins me to the sled, indigo eyes wicked. “Stop worrying so much.”
“You’re crazy,” I murmur before he sinks a thick finger into me, quivering at his skilled touch. I tighten around him, shameless, ravenous for more.
“Maybe for you,” he snarls. “Now, quit worrying so much. Just enjoy. Before this is over, I swear, you’ll be the crazy one.” He finally breaks into an ear-to-ear grin as I let out an exasperated sigh, and he dips his head to devour me some more.
I cover my mouth, barely able to stifle my screams as my hips crash up towards him, begging for release. “These pants have to go,” he groans, fumbling with my snowboots and clothes until they lie next to us in the snow. “And these, too,” he orders, removing my scarlet lace panties and tossing them into the snow.
“Maksim,” I scold between pleasurable moans. “I don’t want my panties covered in snow. What am I going to wear on the ride back home?”
Maksim grabs my legs, parting them and putting them over his shoulders. I sit up on my elbows, scowling at him. “You’re shameless.”
“Sashenka, you’re killing me here. You and I are the only two people on this entire mountain, and I’m not stopping until you’re fully satisfied. So, relax.”
He sinks his finger back into me slowly, finding the rough bundle of nerves near the front that he knows sets me on fire. His hot mouth and soft beard graze over my pussy again, teasing me until I melt into a molten pool of desire.
“That’s right, baby,” he encourages. “Let me please you.” He looks up between my legs with that boyish grin of his and adds, “And then, I’m going to make you come again.”
I give up fighting my husband. I ride his hand and his face, mewling into the wilderness. Even after I shatter around his fingers, he doesn’t stop.
“Maksim,” I plead. “I need your cock.”
“Patience,” he murmurs darkly. “You’ll have me soon.” He swipes his tongue through me again. “You taste so good, baby. Can’t get enough.”
His fingers and tongue please me until I beg and scream through another climax, lost in a dizzy haze of bliss.
When I’m completely spent, I stare up at the winter sky, hot breath floating in white puffs toward periwinkle heights. Every part of me melts, completely sated, into the sled’s bed. Maksim pulls back, unzipping his pants.
I have no muscles left, but I still tilt my head up, taking in my blond husband’s gorgeous face as he kneels over me.
“Now, I want everything, wife. Total surrender. Without complaint. Do you understand?”
I snort weakly, still caught in the afterglow. “With a firebrand like me? Never, husband.”
“One of the many things I love about my little bobcat,” he says, like he’s assigning me yet another nickname. “Her sharp claws.”
“What I like about you is entirely different,” I reply in sultry tones, my eyes jumping to his thick girth.
“Then, why fight me so, Sashenka?”
“Because you love it.”
“I love you. Can you fault me for wanting to prove it?”
“Yes, when it involves public nudity—”
He brings a finger to his lips, shushing me and smiling seductively.
“You are so infuriating sometimes.”
He grabs my hips, pulling me towards him and sinking into me, savoring every inch.
“Infuriating,” he groans. “And what else?”
“Dimwitted.”
He thrusts. “Yes?”
“And a thief.”
“Not anymore. Not since I was a kid,” he replies, breathing hard and driving into me again. He changes the angle to deepen his stroke, and I hear my voice echoing through the trees.
I pant, “You stole my virginity.”
“Oh no,” he chuckles. “You gave me that.”
I try to let out a frustrated sigh, but it sounds more like a moan of pleasure. I manage a scowl, instead.
“Nothing else?” he grasps my hips tighter, his rhythm more urgent, his face dark and dangerous. “What about a creep?”
“You’re no creep,” I cry, arching into him as I unravel all over again. He crashes into me, letting out a throaty scream and spilling himself inside. Scooping me up into his arms, he holds me. I wrap myself around him, breathing hard against his ear.
“No creep?” he murmurs against my mouth.
“No, you’re my Maksimka.” I cup his bearded cheeks, watching emotion swim in his eyes.
“That’s right, Sasha. I’ll always be all yours. Forever.”
Wrapped together beneath the blankets, listening to the dogs and the quiet of the mountain, I whisper, “Tatko.”
“Yes, baby?”
“That’s it.”
“That’s what?” he grumbles groggily.
“You’re going to be a tatko.”
His body stills. “I’m going to be a dad?”
Maksim says the words slowly and emphatically, like he can’t quite catch his breath.
“We have our first doctor’s appointment in two weeks to hear the baby’s heartbeat.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, are you happy, husband?”
He pulls me close, hands splayed protectively over my belly. “I’ve never stopped being happy since the day I dug you out of the snow. Thank you for making me a tatko,” he whispers, claiming my mouth hungrily as we sink back into each other’s love.
Everything about Logan, the handsome search and rescue unit lead that I meet at my best friend’s wedding says stay away. From his swagger to his ego, he’s a walking red flag.
And as for good looks? There’s only one word to describe him—smoldering.
Fortunately, I live in the Bay Area, and he lives in Rough & Ready Country. There’s little reason for our paths to cross again. But fate has other plans…plans hotter than the flames of a backcountry campfire.
If you love rugged western landscapes, a sexy alpha mountain man, and a headstrong curvy girl who gets her man, one-click now to cuddle up with Love at First Campfire.
