Recently dumped and unemployed Jo May returns to her grandmother’s cabin on the Michigan Upper Peninsula to find her childhood friend Luke Herrera has transformed from an awkward lanky boy to a confident handsome man.
As a snow storm rolls in off of Lake Superior the two become trapped together in the cabin. Alone in the close quarters, desires unfold and secrets come to light. When Jo learns what Luke really is, can she accept that she might be snowed in with a dangerous mythological predator?
I dipped my loofa under the water’s surface and let my fingers brush against my nether region. At the light contact, my clit pulsed with need and a vision of Luke flashed in my mind. Letting go of the loofa, I stroked myself and indulged in fantasizing about my childhood pal naked. Without his shirt on, I could only imagine how his wide shoulders, muscular arms and defined pecs would look—not to mention feel—beneath my hands and mouth. A sigh escaped my lips as my fingers I feathered over the tight, slick bud.
I dropped my head back to rest against the ledge of the tub. I slid my other hand up to my breast. The stiff points of my nipples flirted with the water’s edge. I rolled one between my fingertips, the moisture of my bath acting as a light lubricant. I was close to orgasm when I heard a noise outside that made me stop touching myself and sit up straight in the tub.
The low rumble from an engine seemed to be getting louder. It died, as if the motor was killed in the driveway. A thud like a door being closed followed by heavy footsteps on the cabin’s back porch was next. I couldn’t believe I heard any noise beyond my own pulse roaring in my ears. Who was outside?
“Jo? Jo, open up.” Luke beat on the back door so hard it made ripples in my bath water. “C’mon, aren’t you gonna let me in?” More pounding.
I pulled the plug on the tub drain and reached for my towel. If I didn’t dry off quickly and let him in, he might just bust through the damn thing. I wrapped the towel around my head like a turban and threw my robe on, tying the sash as I walked out of the bathroom.
“What’s going on?”
But I saw the answer to my question as I gazed at the scenery behind Luke. The wind had picked up, swirling the snow every which way. It was so thick I couldn’t even see the lake, which was less than fifty feet from the cabin’s doorway.
“It looks like the inside a snow globe out there.”
“Well, I wish whoever the sick son of a bitch is that’s shaking it would just stop.”
Luke leaned down to shake the snow from his boots. His fingers worked quickly loosening the laces. The sight of his capable looking hands made me remember just where my mind—and my own hands—had been before he had shown up.
Heat bloomed up my neck and cheeks. What would Luke think if he learned that moments earlier I’d been stroking my naked body and thinking of him? What would he do if he knew that before he’d shown up at my cabin I’d been a hairsbreadth away from a climax and shouting his name as I came?
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About the author
Ariel Storm believes that fantasies are meant to be explored, on the pages of her manuscripts, and beyond. Ariel fell in love with all things paranormal, magical and mystical at a young age. Her obsession with the dark, dangerous and forbidden began in her teen years as a way to rebel against her strict religious upbringing. Her stories can range from contemporary BDSM to new adult to paranormal. One thing will never change, and that’s writing scorching hot erotic romance with unconventionally sexy alpha heroes.
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