Page 22 of You, Me, & Après-Ski
“Oh god,” she moaned, throwing her head back as she came all over my face.
Licking her arousal off my lips, I pulled her off the counter. “On your knees,” I said.
She obeyed, looking up at me with her big blue eyes.
God, she really is a vision.
And I’m an asshole for using her like this.
But any other thought disappeared as she took my cock in her mouth with teasing strokes of her tongue. I’d had enough of our games though. Knotting my hand in her hair, I thrust fully inside her, groaning as she opened her throat for me. We’d done this countless times and I knew she could handle all of me.
As I fucked her mouth, her moans sent tantalizing vibrations all the way up my cock. I pumped faster and faster until I shot my release downher throat with a wordless shout. She held on, taking everything I gave her. After, she rose to her feet and wiped her mouth, trailing her nails across my bare chest.
“Maybe now we can both relax,” she said and headed toward her room upstairs, giving me a knowing smile over her shoulder.
I really am fucking lucky to have her.If we loved each other, things would be so different. So easy. Or even better if we weren’t in this fucking situation at all and she could be free to fuck Raife instead of me—or kill him, or whatever else she wanted to do. I never asked because after stealing her freedom and her future, it felt intrusive to pry into something she clearly didn’t want to discuss.
Pouring myself more scotch, I went to the master bathroom and blasted the shower on cold to bring me back to my senses. I most certainly didnotfeel relaxed. Quite the opposite. All because of one vexing woman who had my cock growing hard again at just the barest passing thought.
I’m in a shitload of trouble.
Chapter 12
VAL
“Hereyougo.Onelimited edition Never Summer,” Tess proclaimed as she placed the snowboard on the rental shop’s counter.
My jaw dropped. It wasbeautiful.Black deck, bright teal bindings. Exactly what I’d always wanted. When I’d half-jokingly demanded a new board in exchange for being Nolan’s tour guide, this had been the one on the vision board in my room. “This is mine?” I ran my hand across the whorls of cyan, cobalt, and midnight blue.
“Mr. Keller said to get you whatever you wanted, so I asked Frankie to do some recon.”
“That’s really nice of Arthur,” I said, my eyes glued to the masterpiece.
Tess posted her elbows on the counter, brambles of tight red curls cascading over her shoulders. “I’m not talking aboutthatMr. Keller. I’m talking about Nolan.”
My eyes shot up to hers. “Nolan did this?No manches.You can’t be serious.”
“He seems to have taken an interest in you.”
“You’d never know it, from the way he always cancels,” I deflected.And he’s engaged.But the feel of his lips moving against mine burned in my mind like a torch, guilt churning a maelstrom in my stomach.
Tess shrugged, showing me her palms. “Enjoy the new board. It’ll be a well-deserved reward for surviving the winter with that insufferable man.” Then she left me to my own devices.
As I swept my hands over the board, a frown tugged at my brow. I didn’t know what to make of it. I hadn’t seen Nolan sincethe incidenta few days ago, but I was more than okay with that. I hadn’t even told Frankie about it, and I wasn’t sure if I would. I didn’t even know what I’d say.
Yeah, Nolan was being a jealous asshole about all the male attention I was getting at the bar, so we had a huge fight in his office and then we made out ferociously, and now all I can think about is how badly I want to do it again and the guilt is eating me alive.
Yeah. That would go over well. I’d never get Frankie to stop talking.
The kiss had been a colossal mistake. It could not happen again. And—oh god, I was theother woman. The thought almost made me hurl. That wasn’t who I was or who I wanted to be. I didn’tdostuff like that. What the hell was wrong with me? Interfering with his relationship was the last thing I wanted. His searing-hot looks, the snowboard, the massage, the jealousy, the kiss…all of it probably meant nothing. Ithadto mean nothing for my own sanity, no matter what the tabloids claimed about his failing engagement. And I would proceed as such.
Suddenly, the shrill ring of my phone pierced my racing thoughts.
“Diego, hey,” I said, scrubbing my hand over my face. “What’s up?”
“Antonella got out today.”
My body went slack, my phone nearly falling out of my hand. “Does she—is she—did she come by the house?”
