Page 54 of See You Next Winter
I take it as a good sign they're still in the street. While she’s busy talking to this douchebag, I grab my backpack from the passenger seat, step out quietly, and cross the road.
Sneaking around the back of my family's chalet, I desperately hope I don’t interrupt this week’s guests. The lights are off, but you never know who might be sitting out on the back patio or relaxing in the hot tub. Thankfully, all is quiet, so I hop up the grassy bank at the back of the garden and make my way down to Kayla’s house.
In winter, this is all hidden by snow and it takes a couple of minutes to crunch my way over. Now it’s all flat grass, and I’m climbing the steps to her balcony before I know it.
Her parents were always telling her off for forgetting to lock her door to the outside, and when I chance my luck, there’s no resistance in the handle.
Jackpot.
She’ll get an earful for that later, but for now I slip inside, and wait with my ear beside the gap in the door to the main house. When I hear the front door open, then close, I pray for one set of footsteps, not two.
In the silence of her bedroom, my breathing kicks up a notch. This is a fucking stupid idea. What if she brings this guy inside, up to her room, and I’m here waiting? Am I going to jump into her closet and be subjected to whatever unfolds, or will I have to sit on the end of her bed like a chump and explain myself.
Or will she come up here alone, and I can surprise her by making her sexy intruder fantasy come true?
Now I’m here, I can’t see it playing out well for me. Kayla is fucking strong. She might have been the one to plant the idea of me breaking into her bedroom, but she’ll probably knock me out before I even get a word in.
A ski mask is so impractical for the middle of summer, but it was a big part of the rush for her, so I dig it out of my bag and pull it over my head, anyway. In the mirror, I give myself a jumpscare. If I found a guy like this in my bedroom, I’d shit my pants and dive out of the window.
With my back plastered to the wall, I listen for voices, but all I hear is Kayla singing to herself and tidying up in the kitchen. After a few minutes she climbs the stairs to this floor, not skipping the third and fifth ones that creak. Why would she? I’m the one sneaking around, not her.
The sound of my blood thumping in my ears makes it hard to focus on her next steps. I can’t tell if she’s headed for the bathroom or the—
“Oof!”
Her bedroom door hits me in the face as she barges through it and I move fast, grabbing her from behind and pinning her arms to theside. As predicted, she puts up a good fight, kicking me in the leg and throwing her head back to headbutt my nose. Luckily, I saw that one coming and duck to one side, lifting her off the ground to get her under control. She tries to scream, and I clasp my hand over her mouth to silence her.
“Easy now, Bunny,” I whisper close to her ear, and though she softens in my arms the second she recognises my voice, I can still feel the adrenaline coursing through her body. Her chest heaves, and when she tries to squirm out of my hold again, I know this time it’s all for show.
“Sh-shhh. Sexy intruder, remember?”
She moans, tipping her head back against my shoulder. I dip mine to look right at her, needing to check she’s still as into this idea as she was when she first mentioned it. She moans when she sees the mask, fast breaths huffing in and out of her nose.
“Is that a yes? You still want that?”
She nods behind my hand, pressing a kiss to the middle of my palm. I take a deep breath and get into character.
“I'm gonna let go of your mouth now,” I growl against her ear, “But if you scream again, I will fill it with my cock so fucking fast. Do you understand me?”
She nods again and I drag my hand lower, feeling her pulse flutter in her neck while she gulps down air.
“Who's the guy?”
“Matty. He leads bike tours.”
“He mean something to you?” I ask, and she quickly shakes her head.
“Just a friend.”
The way he kept putting his hand on her didn’t look friendly to me. “Does he know that?”
“Probably not,” she laughs, making my cock throb. I love it when Kayla leans into her bratty side. The thought of another man thinking he can have a chance with her pisses me off enough to spur me on.
“What a little cocktease you are. Did you kiss him?”
“No.”
I spin her to face me and grip her jaw between my thumb and fingers. There’s a brief flash of panic in her eyes, but it gives way to a look I’m much more familiar with. Lust.
