Page 16 of Christmas With the Convict

“Hey, I’m getting it,” I call back.

An uncontrollable smile breaks over my face. I feel stupid, silly with joy as I give another shove with my poles and head toward the rest of the family. They’re all gathered for a group picture, but I don’t know how to turn so I slide past them even as Wendy’s brother-in-law reaches out to stop me.

“Pizza!” Wendy cries. “Pizza!”

My legs shake rather than cooperate.

The snow dips again like an endless slide.

I remember my first day in prison. Every step into that hell felt like a belt being tightened around my throat. Each set of eyes was a predator, whether guard or inmate, and the only thing I was sure of was the fear consuming me.

This is far more terrifying.

Wind rushes in my ears. The trapper hat Rick let me borrow flies off my head. And before I know it, I’m off the main run and into the trees. My skis follow a path of their own will, weaving me between thick trunks and under branches until I finally catch a rock or a log and tumble into the snow.

Freezing cold swallows my head.

Luckily, it’s still fresh, soft snow.

No blood. No broken bones.

I think I’ll lie here for a while, it’s quiet. The snow is so clean and untouched. Where I’m from, it often turns to a gray slush within a day of falling.

Where I’m from, people like Wendy don’t exist.

She whips through the trees with ease, hair flying out like a flag of sunlight behind her. She slides to a quick halt, throws her poles aside, and jumps out of her skis.

“You were supposed topizza,” she’s already laughing. “Are you alright?”

“Surprisingly.”

“We should have hit the bunny slopes.”

I lay my head back on the snow pile and sigh.

“I know,” she says. “You couldn’t let him have it.Men.”

I take her arm and lift myself up. My skis popped off when I crashed and I have no idea where my poles went. Wendy steadies me and keeps her hands on my waist.

“You ready to get back out there?” she asks, staring up at me.

From here, I can’t even see the other skiers or the run. We’re alone. As alone as we’ve been since we got out of her car and walked into that insane house.

“No,” I hum, taking her face in my hands. “I’m not.”

In an instant, my thoughts click into Wendy’s mind. She glances back in the direction she came before meeting my eyes and running her teeth over her lips.

“They’re long gone by now,” she says. “And I’m sure they’ll expect us to take itrealslow down the mountain.”

Slowly, Wendy slides the zipper down her jacket. She holds my gaze the entire time, breath puffing out in clouds that fog my vision.

I tear her jacket off with a growl and pull her thick long sleeve over her head. Piece by piece, we strip each other down until the cold is forcing our bodies together.

As if we need the help.

Her hand finds my warm cock, making us both gasp as she backs me up against a tree.

“This is what I wanted to do last night,” she whispers and kisses my neck. “It’s what I thought about when I was back in my bed.”

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