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chapter 63 — The Sad News
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2025-09-25 18:00:27
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POV: Nick I don’t look at her when she slams the passenger door shut. She doesn’t buckle her seatbelt. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t even breathe normal, judging by the sharp rise and fall of her chest. She’s pissed. And still worked up. I can feel it rolling off her like steam from a kettle — pressure, frustration, need. Her leggings are stretched and twisted, wet where my hand left its mark. Her cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen. And those thighs? Fucking hell. I grip the steering wheel tighter. My knuckles go white. “I should leave you out here,” she mutters, arms folded tight under her tits, voice sharp and shaking. “Let you jerk off into a pine tree.” I flick a glance sideways. “You think I need a tree when you’re the one soaked through?” Her gasp is immediate. Sharp. Righteous. “I hate you.” “Do you?” I shift into drive, jaw tight. “Because your pussy didn’t seem to get that memo.” She lets out a strangled, murderous sound. “You fingerfuck me like you’re starving, get me right
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POV: Nick The snow’s still coming down, thick and heavy, like it wants to bury the whole damn cabin. I shove open the back door with one shoulder, step out onto the porch, and curse under my breath as the wind hits me like a slap. Firewood. We need more. The stack by the fireplace is down to three logs, and if I wait till morning, they’ll be frozen solid. The woodshed’s a hundred yards out. Just far enough to be annoying. “Where are you going?” Jessa calls from behind me. I don’t answer right away. Just grab my gloves and yank the hood of my jacket up. She appears in the doorway, swaddled in one of my flannels again—this one red and black, hanging open just enough to flash the tank top underneath. Leggings. Boots. That ridiculous beanie she found in the Christmas box with the words Sleigh All Day stitched across it. “The hell are you wearing?” “My snow-chic aesthetic,” she chirps, holding up her travel mug like a toast. “Where we headed?” “We’re not going anywhere. I’m going t
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POV: Jessa The radiator in my room gives one last pathetic hiss, spits out a puff of lukewarm air, then dies completely. I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling. “No. Nope. Not happening.” I shove the blankets around. Try the classic fix — kicking the radiator. Nothing. I flip the switch off, back on. I whisper threats. I even beg. It stays dead, humming nothing but failure and frost. Outside, the wind howls like it’s trying to crawl through the walls. Snow taps against the window like a taunt. My toes are ice. My legs are colder. And I have a choice. Shiver all night. Or… knock. I clutch my blanket and stand in the hallway staring at Nick’s door. Do not knock. Don’t be that girl. I knock. The door opens halfway after a few seconds. He’s shirtless. Hair messy. Chest bare. Eyes sleepy and heavy-lidded. Rough stubble. The look of a man dragged straight out of a filthy dream and into real life. My mouth goes dry. “What’s wrong?” His voice is scratchy, low — pure grave
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POV: Nick I sit there, stone still, the book forgotten on the nightstand, blood surging straight to my cock like I’m a teenager again. Another moan. Thicker this time. Not loud, but deliberate. Pitched just enough to carry through the ceiling. Through the thin floorboards. Right into my fucking bloodstream. She wants me to hear. And it’s working. My cock is rock hard, pulsing, straining against my pants like it’s reaching for the ceiling. She’s upstairs playing with herself to the thought of me. Moaning my name. Making me the soundtrack to her orgasm. I sit there in silence, fists clenched, trying not to groan. Trying not to give in. Trying so fucking hard not to touch myself. And failing. *** I can’t lie there and listen to it. I’m on my feet before my brain catches up, moving across the room like I’m being chased. I shut the bathroom door harder than necessary and flip the light on, breath coming fast, chest tight. She’s doing this to me. She knows exactly what she’s doing. I
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