Page 4 of See You Next Winter
“You joining us for a game?” he asks, deck of cards in his hand. I’m tempted. It’s been too long since I whooped Ryan’s ass atL’Escalier, and it’s not polite to tell a man I just met that there’s something more pressing on my mind.
I should make Ryan wait a little, work for it, but his hand has snuck under the back of my sweater and his thumb is stroking dangerously close to the clasp of my bra. I glare at him, willing him to be a little less obvious, and I’m about to accept Cameron’s offer when he answers for me.
“We’re gonna head off actually,” he tells them, eyes never leaving mine. “I’ll see you losers in the morning.”
Ryan slips his fingers between mine, leading me through the packed crowd. The lights are dim, the music is loud, and it’s only going to get busier from here.
“Do you have your sledge?” he asks me, picking up his old plastic one from a stash by the door. Our parents' houses are lower in the valley and it's a ritual to sledge home after drinks.
“Don’t need one.” I tell him, grabbing my jacket from the coat stand in the corner that threatens to topple any second. “My apartment isn’t far.”
“Since when do you have an apartment?”
“Since I moved here and only need a small space.”
Besides the chalet we inherited from my grandmother, my parents own a few properties in this resort, but all were much too big for me.
February will mark a year since I made the move, so of course he doesn't know shit about where I live or what my life looks like now. He doesn't know how hard I've worked, or how many nights I've dreamed of the moment when I'd see him again.
Chapter 3
Ryan
So that’s why herhouse was dark when I went over to surprise her last night. She’s not even living there.
I guess a lot has changed since I saw her last, but not the way she bites her bottom lip when she looks at me. And definitely not the way my cock perked up as soon as I saw her walk in tonight.
I throw an arm around her shoulder and pull her closer while we walk. “I’m really proud of you, by the way. Your own touring business? You did it. All your dreams came true.”
“Not all of them,” she scoffs, jabbing me in the ribs with her pointy elbow. I yelp and rub the sore spot there.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She shrugs and rolls her eyes. “How’s Hollywood?”
“Work is work.” I love my job, but I don’t want to talk about it while I’m here with her.
“Cameron seems nice,” she says. “What's his deal?”
“We work for the same studio, but then he’s got this mad side gig that makes him loads of money. It was him who flew us both out.”
“It’s not foot stuff, is it?”
“I thought we weren’t supposed to kink shame?” I tease. Kayla stops walking, cocks her head and gives me the same look I always get when she’s had enough of my shit.
I give her the lowdown on Cameron's audio erotica alter-ego,Mac'n'Please, and hope to god she isn’t one of his fans. I don't fully understand it all, but I know he records stories about his sexual exploits and puts them on the internet where thousands of women pay for the pleasure of listening to him moan.
I didn't think I could understand how people get turned on by just a voice, but hearing Kayla's Scottish accent again is proving me wrong.
“Oh, that's hot. He has a sexy voice.”
I scoop a little snow from the roof of a car and flick it in her direction. “You heard him say five words in a noisy bar.”
“So? I can tell. And you know how much I love dirty talk.”
“Still as much as before?”
“Maybe,” she says, storming off ahead of me. “Maybe more.”
