I’m mulling over my irrational feelings while half-listening to Heather, when I look up in time to see Brit turning away from me as she walks out the door. I frown as I check the time on my phone. It’s early.
I had wanted to talk with her, but she was busy chatting with Cady when I peeked into the kitchen earlier. Cady is a wild child and not my favorite person. So I went back to Parker.
But Parker was already getting cozy with Lola, which left me with Heather.
Now, Heather seems like a nice gal and all, but she’s not my type. Turns out she’s uber-rich and also really into Broadway shows, which are not my thing. She also hates skiing. Yeah, why Parker thought this would be a great match is beyond me. It was an hour later that I figured out this was all Lola’s plot to get Parker to come to the party so she could fuck his brains out while I kept her sister occupied.
“I’m going to show Parker around the house,” Lola announced after I watched her practically throw herself at Parker for an hour.
“You want a tour, too?” Heather asks after a few moments.
“Uh.” I see Brittany’s face and decide I need to follow her. “Maybe later. I’ll be back, OK?”
I can see the disappointment on her face, but I follow Brittany. She’s already in her car and leaving by the time I reach her.
“Damn,” I mutter. I text Parker to go find his own way home. I find my car and get in, turning toward the lodge. Something has me following Brittany. I tell myself it’s to make sure she gets home all right. It’s a lie, but I don’t want to deal with my truths right now.
I get to the lodge and see her car, well Jim’s car, parked by the cabin. There aren’t any lights on, which I find odd. I saw her turn in here; I wasn’t more than a minute behind her.
“Brittany?” I call out in the darkness.
Then I see a flashlight. I follow it.
“Hello?” I call out again.
“Tyson? Is that you?” Jim Evans asks as he shines the light down on the ground.
“Mr. Evans? What are you doing out here?”
“Niko got out. I can’t find him anywhere.”
“Oh? Uh, hold on, I have a flashlight in my car,” I say as I run back toward my car to fetch it. Brittany walks out of the dark cabin as I head toward my car. She’s changed, and her hair is piled up on her head. Memories flood me as she looks at me with curiosity.
“I don’t want you to leave tonight,” I whisper against her throat as I kiss it.
“I can’t stay. My dad would be angry.”
“Stay for a little while then,” I urge her as I trail more kisses along her jaw. Her hair is pulled up into a high ponytail on the top of her head, giving me access to her long, slim neck. She’s sitting on my lap as I lean back against my headboard. We’ve been making out for the past hour. Tonight’s supposed to be the night. I caress her breast through her bra. She’s only wearing underwear, and so am I. Mere scraps of fabric separate us from losing our virginity. My cock strains against my fabric, and she grinds against it. I groan. We’ve done this so many times. But she wanted to wait, so we’ve waited.
My eyes pop open at the sound of her bra clasp releasing. I look down as the fabric falls away. I’ve seen her tits before; they are perfect. I couldn’t dream up better ones. I run my thumb over her nipple and watch as it hardens under my touch.
“Take these off,” she commands as she pulls at the waist of my boxer briefs, causing the head of my cock to poke out the top. She sits up and removes her panties as I slide the briefs off. We stare at each other completely naked for the first time.
“You’re perfect, Brit,” I say to her as I run my hand down her body. She lies down on the bed and gazes up at me. I reach in my nightstand and grab a condom.
“Let me,” she says slowly as she takes the package and opens it. I kneel over her, and she slides it on my cock. I nearly come just from that. I squeeze my eyes shut and hope I don’t make a fool of myself.
I open my eyes and look down at her. “Are you sure?” I ask as I line my cock up with her entrance, slowly rubbing up and down her wet slit.
She nods and bites her lip. “Yes.”
I brace myself over her and push inside. I feel her tense, and she winces. I stop moving and look at her.
“Are you OK?” I ask her.
“Don’t stop,” she says. I slowly pull back, letting the slickness of her folds coat the condom. This time she’s more open as I slide inside. She moans a little. “Yes,” she coos.
That’s the only encouragement I need. I start moving faster. She moves her hips in time with mine, and I lose myself in the feeling of her. I knew it would feel good, but this... shit, this is fucking epic. I bury my face into the crook of her neck, kissing her as I come deep inside her hot core.
“Ty?” she says, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Hey, your dad said Niko got out. I’m just grabbing a flashlight to look for him,” I reply as I open my car door, grab the flashlight, and switch my shoes for my boots that I keep in the car for emergencies.
“But... the party?”
“Was getting boring.”
She looks around. “But—”
“Brit? Did you get the other flashlight?” Jim calls out from the woods.
“Yeah, Dad, coming.”
I follow her as we head toward the sound of Jim’s voice.
“Do you know when Niko got out?” I ask.
“Probably about an hour ago,” Jim admits with a shrug.
I sigh. That leaves a big area to look. “I’ll take the slopes. Brit, you take the Billy Trail. And Jim, why don’t you take the trail up to the scenic overlook.”
We all nod and head out in opposite directions. I don’t like leaving them alone in the dark, but the trails are well-marked, and we can cover more land that way. I head up to the bunny slope first.
“Niko!” I call out but hear nothing.
I keep traipsing through the snow. I get to the first ski lift when I remember something. Last year, two kids were playing. They went on a path that runs near the bunny slope. There’s an old bear cave there. It’s not very deep, but it is hard to climb out of and is easily covered with snow.
I head down the path. It’s about a half-mile to the bear cave. I keep calling Niko’s name and as I approach the cave, I hear his barking.
“I’m coming, Niko!” I call out as I make my way through the barely visible path. I veer off to the left and follow his barking and whining until I see the edge of the rocks that form the cave.
I aim my flashlight inside and see him. He wags his tail, but I can also see he’s limping and not putting wait on his back left paw. There’s no bone visible, so that’s good, but he might have done some damage. It’s about ten feet down inside the cave.
I look around but decide after a moment that I’m going to need back up. I’m too big to get inside the cave, but Brittany isn’t.
I pull out my cell phone and curse when I see no reception. “Hold on, buddy. I’m going to get help.” I trudge back down the path until I get reception and call Brit.
“I found him,” I say when she answers.
“Thank God! Where is he?”
“Well, that’s sort of the issue. There’s an abandoned bear cave down the path on the left side of the bunny slope. It’s about half a mile down the path. I’m too big to crawl inside, and he has an injured paw, so I need you here to lift him while I pull.”