Snow Place Like Home

Chapter Eleven

Shonna

"It should clear up by tomorrow," Jason assured her, but it was little consolation.

She finished dressing his wound and attached the bandage.

"Thank you," he said.

"Least I can do. You did save me from the killer bear."

"Not a killer. Just cranky. You stomping around the woods probably woke him."

They both laughed, easing the tension.

"That's two crazy animals you've fended off for me."

"Guess that makes me your hero, huh?"

She knew he was joking, but at that moment, when she had never been more scared in her life, he was there. A strong, silent protector who held her in his arms and made her feel calm amid the chaos.

A lesser man would have run like hell and left her to get mauled. She will never know how he stared in the face of a wild bear, had his chest slashed, and barely batted an eyelash. There was something so masculine, so virile about Jason Locklear that had Shonna wet between the thighs. She wondered if the member between his legs was as big and hard as the rest of him.

Tucking her legs on either side of him, she hugged his hips with her thighs as she gazed into his smoky eyes, ones she could easily get lost in. He leaned his head back as she combed her fingers through the thick, black mane. The tips ended right above his waistline. She pressed her lips to his softly, and his giant hands gripped her waist as she teased his lips open with her tongue for a taste.

Suddenly, he pulled away, and she was almost relieved.

Almost.

She wanted more, and she could tell from the dark desire in his eyes he did too. He kissed her softly on the lips before lifting her from his lap. She stopped herself from asking why, not wanting to seem too needy, and even though her body ached for him, she kept her mouth shut and tried her best to ignore the way her lips were still tingling.

Jason pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear. He explained to Rigby how he and Shonna were at YoYo's cabin to wait out the storm. She could hear laughter on the other line and wondered what inside joke these men shared that seemed to pass between them whenever her name was mentioned. After Jason ended his phone call, he tossed some logs on the fire before adding a match, the colorful flames warming the room instantly.

The wind was still howling outside, and the house was shaking so hard she thought it might fly off the hinges. Penny didn't seem bothered at all and was softly snoring in the corner of the room.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Doubt there's any food here."

She got up anyway and searched through the cabinets. There were some dusty old canned goods, boxes of pasta, and a few cans of tuna. Then, low and behold, she found the perfect thing.

"Here we are," she said, holding up a box of microwave popcorn.

He chuckled. "That's not food."

"Come on. Everyone loves popcorn."

"Homemade popcorn, I can do. That stuff is an atrocity."

She rolled her eyes and opened a bag before placing it in the microwave.

"Unless you want tuna spaghetti or a can of baked beans, this is what we're having."

"Yes, ma'am."

He raised his hand in surrender, and she joined him on the couch while she waited for the popcorn to finish.