I wake with Justine naked in my arms. I kiss the top of her head, inhaling the soft vanilla scent of her shampoo and wondering how on God’s green Earth I’ll be able to go back to an empty bed after having one night of exquisite bliss with her.

“Mmhmm,” she moans softly, waking up. Her legs are threaded with mine and our bodies are wrapped in the tangled sheets—we are the remains of a night fueled by sex.

“Are you a coffee person?” I ask.

“With cream.”

“Cream, huh?” I ask, sliding my hand between her thighs. Her tight cunt is nice and wet, and I’d like to think it’s because she spent her sleeping hours dreaming of me.

“You’re so bad, Ryder.”

But then her hand finds my morning wood, and she holds my shaft, feeling it grow against her.

“You start playing with that, you are going to have to make good on your promises,” I tell her, closing my eyes as she moves lower on the mattress. Her ass in the air, her face covered in a sheet, and her mouth... it wraps around my cock, and she begins to suck me.

“Woman,” I groan, not expecting to wake up to this treat. Last night we showered together, washing sex from our bodies, before falling to the floor and fucking in front of the fire.

We fucked until we were raw and ragged. We fucked with abandon and desire; as if the idea that it would all be over soon felt too painful to acknowledge. So, instead, we fucked until we fell asleep, knowing we’d wake to a goodbye.

But I guess Justine’s not ready to walk away.

God knows I’m not.

And her tongue runs over my rigid length, her hands fondling my balls, and my cock hitting the back of her throat.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” I tell her, knowing her mouth was made to suck me if she can do it this well on the first go around. With my eyes closed, I think about her wet, tight pussy, her perfect cunt taking my cock.

That’s all it takes to shoot my seed, my come filling her mouth as she gags on me, as she refuses to pull me from her mouth. The sheet falls away and all I see is Justine’s gorgeous mouth taking me, licking me, wanting to be filled with me.

“Oh, God,” I groan as she finishes. I pull her to me, and she grins. “So I take it you’re a morning person?”

“Apparently.” She bites her bottom lip. “But I get grumpy without coffee.”

With that, she jumps from the bed and her naked little ass teases the fuck out of me.

“You better put this on or I’ll ravish you before you get your cup of joe,” I tell her, tossing her satin robe her way.

I pull on some sweats and walk toward the coffee pot. At the sink, I fill it with water and look out the window. “Shit,” I say, the water overflowing.

“What is it?” Justine asks, coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist.

“A windstorm must have hit hard last night.”

“Oh wow.” Justine steps away and looks out the window.

Where there was a driveway last night, the entire road is blocked in by half a dozen trees knocked over. Massive trunks and branches cover the road leading to the highway.

“Is there another way off the property?”

I shake my head. “No, and the woods all around us are dense. The only way out is that road.”

“I can’t believe we didn’t hear it.”

I snort because getting upset at fallen trees is useless. “I can. Hell, woman, you were hootin’ and hollering half the night.”

She smacks my ass. “Hey, you were groaning pretty loudly yourself.”

“Fair enough.” I pour the water in the back of the coffee pot and add grounds, then turn it on. Reaching for two mugs, I think about how I can get Justine to the airport. I need to get a crew out here to clear the road. My truck can’t haul those thick trunks away. It’s a job that will last the week. Hell, I’m guessing every crew is already working on clearing roads.

“What do you think we should do?” Justine asks as she grabs half and half from the fridge.

“I think we’ll need to get dressed and go assess the damage.”

“But before we do that... what do you say to you and I checking out the sauna you told me about?”

I grin, remembering that I mentioned my Infrared Sauna behind the cabin.

“You wanna try it out?” I ask, setting down my coffee.

She nods, then twists her lips.

“What are you smiling about?” I ask, filling our mugs with dark, rich coffee.

Justine lifts the steaming cup to her lips. “I was just thinking there might be worse things than getting stuck out here with you.”

I lift my mug, clinking it against hers. “Damn straight, woman, damn straight.”