Troping Through the Snow by Alexa Riley

“Meg,” she hisses, and I pull her out on the sidewalk.

“Where to now?” I ask as I wrap my arm around her waist and we walk toward the inn. “Want to come back to my room for a drink?”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Suddenly Noel is blushing more than at any other point in the night. Even more so than when she was telling me about that time her dress was stuck in her underwear at the school play when she was nine.

We talked for hours, and I feel like I know her better than anyone else in the world. Maybe even more than my own family. Noel is truly an open book with an open heart, and all I had to do was ask what I wanted to know. I even told her about my life and my work; I just happened to leave off the part about searching for Noel and pretending to be her romance reader bestie.

“What’s not good about it?” I stop and turn her in my arms so that I can see what she’s trying not to say.

“You know how I said people would talk when they saw us at the diner?”

“I vaguely remember,” I tease because at least a dozen people came over and said hello to us while we were eating dinner.

“Yeah well, imagine what will happen if they see me going into a hotel room with you.” Her eyes lock with mine, and then she quickly looks away.

It takes me half a heartbeat to understand her meaning. “Oh, I see. And we can’t go back to your place because of your parents.”

“Yep.” She stands there for a second and then her head pops up. “Wait, I think I have an idea. Give me a second.” Noel grabs her phone, and I see her tap the screen before she beams up at me. “I’ve got it.” She takes my hand and starts to pull me down the sidewalk. “Follow me.”

“Where are we going?” I ask with a laugh in my voice.

“City Hall.”

“And what are we doing at City Hall this time of night?”

Noel winks at me and then almost slips on the snow as she walks up the steps to the building in the center of town. Once she’s at the door, she puts in the numbers on the keypad, and the door unlocks.

“Bingo,” she giggles as we stumble into a room and she locks the door behind us. “My friend Joy owes me a favor.”

“Like I asked before…” I pull Noel close as I glance around the office. “What are we doing here?”

“I just thought this might be a quiet place to talk.” She shrugs as her hands rest on my chest and I pull her closer.

“That’s too bad,” I say as I bend down and hover my lips over hers. “Because right now, talking is the last thing on my mind.”

“I mean, we could not talk.” She breathes against my lips, and that’s all it takes for me to press my mouth to hers.

This kiss is like a stick of dynamite, and as soon as we make contact, it goes off. Never in my life have I been so overwhelmed with desire like I am with Noel, but the moment I feel her tongue sweep across mine, I’m an animal with a primal need.

“Fuck, I need you,” I say as I spin her around and pin her back to the door. When I lift her off the ground, her legs automatically go around my waist, and I hum in approval. “That’s my good girl.”

Her full lips part for me, and I take what I want as I kiss her mouth and down her tender neck. Her moan is high-pitched as I graze the skin of her collarbone with my teeth and grind my throbbing cock into her.

“Gabriel.” She sounds like she’s out of breath, but her hands cling to me as she tries to touch me everywhere all at once.

“Say it again. I want to hear you scream it while I suck on your pretty tits.”

“Holy shit.” She sounds shocked and scandalized, but I feel her lower half rock against me like she wants more.

I push her sweater up and then yank the cups of her bra down roughly to expose her full silky breasts. I can’t see the exact shade of her nipples with so little light, and it makes me mad. I want to see all of her laid out on full display, but that’s going to have to wait. Right now, I need my mouth on her more than I need my next breath.

“Gabriel!” she cries out loudly as I suck on one nipple and then move to the other.

My body is shaking with lust as I fall to my knees but keep her pinned in place on the ground. “Get this skirt out of my way.” My hands dig into her ass as she starts to gather up the material that’s bunched around her thighs. “I thought I was full, but now I’m starving.”

“I’m trying.” Her hands fumble with the fabric, and I’m getting impatient.

“If I don’t get your pussy on my face in the next second, I’m going to fucking die.”





CHAPTER 11





NOEL





I whimper at Gabriel's words. It’s hard to think straight with his hands all over me and hearing the dirty words he’s saying. The man has a wicked mouth.

“Fine. I’ll do it myself,” he snaps before he yanks my panties down my legs. “Keep that skirt up.”

I step out of my panties, unable to speak as Gabriel stuffs them into his pocket. Then he’s grabbing my ankle and making me spread my thighs wider to expose my sex for his hungry lust-filled gaze. The air is cool against my wet skin because I’m drenched in need. If Gabriel wasn’t so greedy to get my panties down, I might be embarrassed.