Page 2 of Up to Snow Good
Six months ago, she had me trapped in her father’s study on her twenty-first birthday, and I gave in for twelve minutes.
That’s all it was, twelve minutes of hope for both of us. Twelve minutes of giving in to what we both wanted. Twelve minutes to confirm what we felt for each other was real, and magical, passionate, raw, and right.
I relived those twelve minutes at least once per day. I could conjure up the feel of her lips against mine. The give in the fleshy part of her hips. The grip of her nails as she clung to my sides. I caressed her face. Skin never felt so soft. I gripped her face and tilted it to the perfect angle. She resisted at first.
I deepened the kiss, and she relented. A moan escaped her lips and vibrated againstmy tongue. It made me smile and made my dick hard.
Twelve minutes of pouring myself into her. For twelve minutes, she opened up to me.
I studied her face. The satisfied glint in her eye and the knowing smirk. I read her emotions on her face and the thoughts running through her head.
We concocted a plan. The future looked bright.
I returned to my post, lurking in the shadows. I resigned to the fact we had crossed a line, and with smug satisfaction, I didn’t care.
We couldn’t go back.
I couldn’t erase her full soft lips, her wet tongue, her passionate tension as she pressed up against me. I etched it into my memory.
After our kiss, the stolen glances took on a new meaning. As the night wore on, she flirted unabashedly. I stared at her boldly. Before she took off in her new truck, she whispered a ‘thank you’ and blew me a kiss. I restrained myself from reaching out and grabbing it in midair. No intention of wasting the attention showered on me by my little princess.
She was mine.
We both knew it.
An hour later, mybliss bubble burst and forced me to burst hers as well and dragged us back to reality kicking and screaming.
A gust of wind swept through the valley and brought me back to the present.
Amari wandered away from the kitchen into the house. I headed back to the shed.
We built the shed into the side of a hill toshieldit from direct wind and the weather, to maintain communication to the outside world. Constructed out of reinforced steel, you wouldn’t know it held more than maintenance and hunting supplies. I stomped the snow off my boots andpushed a code into a hidden keypad. The door released and heat blasted me in the face.
Dimming lights rose to full brightness as I walked down the small hallway and into the main area. It was a room, about five hundred square feet and functional. I pulled off my coat, hat, and gloves and draped them over one of four chairs around a small square table. I turned on the stove and filled the chrometeakettle.
As the water warmed, I crossed the room to command central. A thin table against the wall created a workstation. I tapped a few keys on a keyboard in at the far end of the table.
The three top monitors mounted on the wall woke up. Two monitors flipped between different angles of the cabin, the other monitor showed the surrounding area.
“Hello, Mari.” I tapped the screen and zoomed in on her face. Her lips moved. I tapped another key, and her voice filled the room.
“It’s fine. I like the cold, and I needed some time alone.”
She pulled a loose piece of yarn from the afghan draped across her legs.
With a few more keystrokes, I could hack into her phone and hear the whole conversation, but I didn’t have to.
“I wish I had a tree though.” Her beautifulfull lips pouted. “It’s just not Christmas without a tree.” Her voice trailed off.
My heart ached.
“But, it’s for the best.” A smile spread across her lips, and her face lit up as she giggled.
The ache turned into a jolt of electricity and joy. I loved seeing her happy.
Amari’s happiness was my current goal.
Who was I kidding—making her happy was my goal for life.
