The higher we climbed, the more I regretted my suggestion to sled down it using a twenty-five-year-old snow sledge I’d found in the garage. Not the best idea I’d had, but life at the moment was all about distraction when all I wanted to do was throw Talia on the bed and fuck her until she screamed. Until she was covered in me. Who was I kidding? I didn’t need a bed at this point. It was going to happen. Talia knew it, I knew it. My dick did too.
