“I didn’t fucking know you were back there.”

She was glaring at me from the far side of bench seat, the whole cab dimly glowing with the white snow burying us. It wasn’t that bad. That I could see light through the snow burying the truck was a good sign. Total darkness would have meant who the fuck knows how much snow on top of us. But light meant it was dig-able.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her soaking wet white shirt and trying to curl her legs beneath her. Maybe a saint would’ve immediately gone to cover her, or honorably looked away.

…But I was no fucking saint.

My eyes dragged over her, from those long, bare legs, up her creamy white thighs, across the swell of her ass in that little black thong clinging wetly to every damn millimeter of hidden heaven between those thighs. My eyes slid higher, over her hip, up over the soaking wet white t-shirt. Her arms shifted, and I groaned to myself as I caught a glimpse of tempting pink nipple poking rock hard through the see-through shirt.

Those ruby-red lips twisted, her gorgeous face pouting and those hazel eyes still glaring at me. I knew what she thought I was. And fuck, she was half right. But she was wrong as hell about me knowingly taking her someplace like that. I was not in the business of trafficking unwilling, half-naked girls to pay off mob debts. No fucking way.

“Fine, believe what you want,” I growled, pulling my hungry eyes away from her as I reached over the front seat to the dash. I punched a button, turning on the emergency battery and cranking the heat. I opened one of the storage spots in the side door and yanked out a blanket, tossing it to her even if my cock wanted nothing more than to keep her almost bare, perky tits and tight little ass as uncovered to me as possible.

“Believe me or not. But you need to get warm or you’re going to be in trouble.”

She grabbed the blanket from me wordlessly, her eyes still glaring daggers at me as she draped it over herself, hugging it tight. The heat started to blow out from the vents, and I could see her start to relax a little. I shrugged my coat off, biting back a shiver of my own. Fuck, I hadn’t gone out prepared for that snow either, and my jeans and henley shirt were soaked with melting snow.

“Was that an avalanche?” she finally said, her voice quiet.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Are we going to die in here?”

I looked up. There was a cold fear in her eyes, and fuck, it did something to me. That nakedly vulnerable look was like the first chink in the armor of sass and nut-kicks that she’d had up since the second I opened that door, and it sent my pulse beating faster.

“No,” I growled, shaking my head. “We’re not. We’re off the fucking road, out of radio signal, and without a cell phone, but we’re not going to die. I can get us dug out, and this truck is built to take a fucking beating and keep on going. But I can’t do anything until it stops snowing.”

I realized I was shivering, and I grunted, turning and reaching over the bench seat to another storage locker. I grabbed dry sweatpants and t-shirts, and then sat back down and reached for my belt.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” she hissed sharply.

I grinned.

Knew that’d get her attention.

“Calm down. I’m changing out of my wet clothes. You should do the same.”

“If you think for one fucking second that I’m going to take my—”

“I think if you want to stop shivering, you’ll damn well take your fucking clothes off and put these on.”

I shoved a second pair of my sweatpants and another of my t-shirts into her lap before I started yanking my jeans down. The girl gasped quietly, her face going red as I tugged my pants down. My shirt was next, and I grinned as I caught the hot blush on her face as she turned away.

I contemplated taking my boxers off too, and giving her a real show, but I restrained myself.

“Get your damn wet clothes off and put those on.”

She glared at me, watching me intently as I slid the sweatpants on and tugged them up. I pulled my dry shirt on before turning and arching a brow at her.

“I could help if you need me to—”

“I’m fine,” she grumbled, pursing her lips and blushing as she pushed the dry clothes under the blanket. She tugged at her soaking shirt, pulling the blankets up to her chin and making me and my half-hard cock only guess at how sweet those full tits I’d only gotten a glimpse of were. She pulled the dry shirt on, giving me just the briefest flash of her bare side before she tugged it down. Her hands pulled the huge pair of my sweatpants up her legs.

“There. Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” I muttered as I reached under the seat. I pulled out the little hot plate and ran the cord into the converter on my dash hot. I reached back under and pulled out two cans of chicken noodle soup, and grinned to myself when her brow went up.

“You seem good at this.”

“What, waiting out a blizzard and an avalanche?”

“Yeah.”

I shrugged. “I’m always prepared.”

I opened cans with an opener I had stashed under the seat and then got the hot plate going, setting it down on the floor and putting the cans on to cook a little. I grumbled, pulling close to her and lifting the blanket over her as I started to slide underneath.

“Hey! Get your fucking hands—!”

“Oh, calm down,” I muttered, yanking the blankets over both of us as I pulled closer to her. The heat was on, and we had dry clothes on, but it was still going to get fucking cold in here, and with our skin still chilled from being outside, I knew we had to keep warm.

“I’m keeping us warm, princess. That is, if you’d like to actually survive the night.”

She pursed her lips, eying me. “For survival, huh?”

“Yes.”

The faintest little grin peeked at the corners of her lips.

“You use that line a lot?”

I grinned, and just like that, the tension broke.

“Oh, for all the girls I’m smuggling when I go off the road.”

She smiled — a small smile, but I caught it, before she turned away, her cheeks reddening. I glanced down, seeing the steam rise from the open cans of soup and reaching down to pluck them up before they got too hot to hold.

“Here,” I nudged her to get her attention as I passed her the can.

She smiled, taking the can. “Thanks.”

“I’m out of spoons.”

She sighed dramatically. “Well, that’ll be going in my online review of the place, sorry.”

I chuckled, bringing the can to my lips and swallowing a mouthful of broth. I watched her do the same, my eyes drinking her in.

Damn, this girl. I’d been around beautiful women before, but it was more than that. There was something inside of her, something that glowed. Something that pulled at me like goddamn magnet. Or maybe it was the protector in me — the part of me that saw this girl locked in a box in the back of a smuggler’s truck on her way to some creep to settle a debt for the mob and couldn’t not step in. The savior part of me.

But that was the part of me I’d buried a long time ago.

“Thank you…” she said quietly, sipping her soup. She wasn’t tensing anymore. She wasn’t pulling her body away from me under the blankets and trying to hug the door like she’d been at first. I could feel her relaxing, uncoiling, her leg touching mine.

…My cock thickening in my sweatpants before I growled to myself, trying to maintain. Trying to calm the beast inside of me that the nearness of this girl was bringing out like a fucking forest fire.

“Dane, by the way.”

“Holly. Thanks for…” She shrugged. “Thanks for not letting me run out into a blizzard.”

“You would’ve made a real cute snowman, that’s for sure.”

She grinned, blushing again before she took another sip of her soup. Her brow furrowed, and she glanced back at me almost sheepishly.

“Sorry for… you know…”

“Neutering me?”

Holly giggled this snorting laugh, choking for a second on her broth as she laughed.

“How are they, by the way?”

“My balls? Fuckin’ cold and bruised, thanks for asking.”

And swollen with cum. And wanting you, badly.

I watched her grin at me, watched her take another sip of soup, her little pink tongue darting out across her lips.

Holly.

I didn’t know who she was, or how the hell she’d ended up being a trade deal for Angelo, but I knew one thing: there was no fucking way she was going to this Mr. Black asshole. Not a chance in hell.

The light started to fade outside, and slowly, it started to get dark. I turned on a camping lantern, lighting up the inside of the truck with a soft golden glow.

“So, what’s our plan?”

I shook my head. “Wait until morning, and figure out how bad it is.”

I watched her eyes go a little wider. “We’re going to be here all night?” She squeaked.

“We’ll be warm enough,” I growled. I reached over the front seat to crank the heat a little more. The battery would last, but I was trying to stretch it, because honestly, I didn’t know if we would be getting out of here the next day.

I pulled a third blanket up over us as I settled back down, and this time, I felt her move a little closer to me. My pulse skipped, my skin tingling as my cock started to throb between my thighs.

The fuck is wrong with you.

I wanted her, and I wanted her badly. Whatever it was about her that sucked me in like a moth to flame, all I wanted to do was take her, and claim her. I wanted to yank those sweatpants down and bury my mouth between her thighs. I wanted to sink my teeth into that tight little ass I’d seen running away from me in the snow.

I wanted her in my arms, writhing beneath me. I wanted those legs wrapped tight around my thighs as I drove my thick cock balls-deep in her. I wanted to fuck her until I’d had my fill. Like an animal. Like a beast.

I groaned, realizing my hands were clenched to fists in the blankets and my jaw was grinding. My cock was rock hard, balls boiling with cum as I felt her move against me. She shivered, and I moved without second guessing it. My hand slid to her hip, and she flinched at first before slowly, she un-tensed her body. I felt her melt against me, half on her side with her back against me, her ass against my hip.

But, no. No fucking way. This was wrong. Wanting her like this, and being this hard with the thought of plunging into that tight little cunt was just wrong. This girl had just been trafficked, and by me, for fuck’s sake.

No. Wanting her was wrong. Wanting to feel that tight little pussy squeeze down around my thick cock was wrong. Feeling my precum dripping into my boxers as my balls ached to release inside of her was fucking wrong.

And I had to shut that down.

“Tomorrow,” I said brusquely, clearing my throat. “Tomorrow, I’ll dig us out and see what…”

I paused, frowning as I turned and glanced over at her, lying there curled against me on the bench seat.

…And out cold.

Her chest rose and fell under the blankets, her soft red lips slightly parted, and her long lashes fluttering lightly in her sleep. I smiled wryly, shaking my head as I let my hand stay where it was on her side.

Tomorrow, we’d figure this shit out and figure out how the hell to get out of here and off this damn mountain. But tonight, I was going to have to try and figure out how the fuck I was going to fall asleep with this gorgeous little slice of temptation sleeping right next to me with her tight little ass pressed to my thigh, inches from my painfully hard cock.

Fuck.