Naked Scripts
“Never leaving this cabin. Ever.”
I laugh, breathless and wrecked. “The blizzard’s ending today.”
Jonah groans dramatically. “Noooo.”
Cal kisses my shoulder. “Then we’re kidnapping you.”
I smile, closing my eyes, still full of them. “Promise?”
“Promise,” they say together.
Jonah flops onto his back, chest heaving, cock already hard again like the man is made of pure horniness.
“Get on me, baby,” he rasps, patting his thighs. “Need that pussy right now.”