Realizing he isn’t about to make a move, I sigh. Maybe this won’t be the best Christmas ever… maybe to Cole I will always be his best friend’s little sister.
Chapter Four
Cole
I’ve seen her photos on social media, so I know what she looks like now, but I was not prepared for this. When I saw her last, she was sixteen, just growing into her curves… but now? Damn, Aspyn looks gorgeous.
She should put on a coat because her tits look incredible in that tight little sweater, and my cock twitches as she smooths down her hair.
“Oh, I was just taking a nap.” She licks her lips, her pink tongue darting out, and it’s impossible not to imagine that tongue doing other things. “Do you need help with your luggage or anything?” she asks.
I shake my head, not wanting her to lift a damn finger, and Douglas says, “We’ve got it. Where are Mom and Dad?”
She smiles, revealing the dimple in her left cheek. “I told them to have a little afternoon date. Mom seemed excited.”
I leave to get my bags from the car, appreciating the cold temperature because my cock is a fair bit firmer than I’d like. Damn, I need to get this beast under control.
So instead of focusing on Aspyn’s tight little body, I think how sweet she always is. Making sure her parents have a good afternoon matters to her.
After staking claim to an empty bedroom on the lower floor, across from a bathroom, I head to the kitchen and find Douglas already there with his sister. Aspyn is pulling out food for dinner and I ask how I can help.
“Oh, don’t you guys want to get on the mountain? Dinner will take ninety minutes or so.”
Douglas shrugs, “Yeah? I feel bad ditching you.”
She shakes her head, waving us off. “It’s fine. We’re having chicken and potatoes. Not complicated. Mom prepped the food this morning. Go have fun.”
I frown, not wanting to leave. We just got here. I want to stay in this kitchen and help her, get close to her. But Douglas is amped up, and I know if I stay behind it might look suspicious. After our chat in the car I’m wondering how the hell I can make a move without pissing off my oldest friend.
“Okay, I’m gonna go get my gear. You in, Cole?”
I nod. “Sounds good.” He leaves the room, and I find myself alone with Aspyn. Something I’ve been wanting for god knows how long. Ever since that day at the lake, when I realized she was the one and only girl for me.
Wearing that see-through white bikini, her tits full and round, my hands on her hips for a minute too long. Long enough for my cock to get hard and my need for her to grow into something real, tangible.
But she’d been too young then. And the timing wasn’t right. She’d moved to Bend, her schedule was insane, and I was in the middle of college.
Now, she is older. I’m almost done with school.
“Shouldn’t you go get changed?” she asks, looking me over head to toe. What is she thinking?
“Yeah, I should.” I step closer to her. “I just can’t stop thinking about how you’re all grown up.”
She lowers her chin and lifts her bright blue eyes. “Yeah? Not just Douggie’s kid sister?”
I clear my throat, shaking my head. Wanting to set my hands on her curvy hips and pull her close. So damn close. “I don’t see you like that.”
She licks those lips again, stepping closer to me. “How do you see me, Cole?”
I feel a heat between us, and our eyes lock. I’m not imagining it. My cock aches and with the quick rise and fall of her breath, her tits practically bounce — they fucking turn me on.
“You ready, man?” Douglas asks, bounding into the kitchen.
I cough, stepping back. “Yep, just give me a sec.”
I leave the room quickly, my cock rock hard, and I will myself to cool the fuck down. Because even though I want Aspyn, and she might just want me, when it comes to love — nothing is ever so simple. And my best friend has made his opinion pretty damn clear.
His sister is off-limits.
Chapter Five
Aspyn
Eating dinner is torture. I’m sitting across from Cole and all I can think about is jumping his bones.
And the questions about my upcoming ski schedule, how my coach is treating me, what my roommates are like — which are all perfectly acceptable questions — are interrupting my time contemplating my fantasy.
Cole was standing close to me earlier in the kitchen, wasn’t he? That look in his eyes, it wasn’t just friend stuff, was it?
I want to be alone with him again, but all evening it’s been family time. Dinner, then card games, and we talk about the tomorrow — Christmas Eve — and how we’re going to spend it on the mountain.
My parents are sharing a bottle of wine and the guys are drinking beer. Me, I’m abstaining. I want to keep a clear head when it comes to Cole. I already feel like I’m in an absolute fog when I am in his orbit.
“So what are your plans after school?” Dad asks Cole. “You only have finals and then you’ll graduate with your journalism degree, right?”
He nods, his eyes flicking over to mine. “I have interviews lined up for the first week of January. Hoping to get a job with an online newspaper.”
“That would be great,” Mom says. “If you worked remotely, you could go stay with your parents at whatever exotic location they’re teaching in.”
“Possibly,” he says, again looking over at me. “I’m hopeful one of them works out. I’m not ready to commit to one location at the moment.”
“You don’t want to stay in Montana?” Dad asks. “How about Idaho or Washington?”
“Maybe,” he says. “But I like Oregon too.”
Oregon. Where I am. Where I train 24/7 and will be staying if I make the Alpine Team.
I don’t want to read into his words… but gosh, it sends a thrill through me. What if Cole moved to Bend? What if we were there together…
Douggie groans. “I can’t believe you’d consider leaving Missoula. We’ve had some good times there.”
Cole grins. “It’s true, but I’m ready to move on. Start my life.”
My mom smiles, finishing her glass of wine. “You’ve always had such a sensible head on your shoulders. I’m so proud of you. Are you still volunteering with foster kids?”
He nods. “Yep, been giving them ski lessons on the little slope in Missoula. It’s awesome.”
It warms my heart, thinking of Cole giving of his time like that. He loves to ski, same as Douggie and me, but he also has a passion for helping people — sort of like my parents. It’s one of the reasons I’m so attracted to him.
Finally, my parents seem tired, and decide to call it a night. Douggie follows suit, and soon enough it’s just Cole and me, alone.
Yes, I’m tired too, but I want to be alone with Cole more than I want sleep. This is only a three-day trip here in Mistletoe and soon enough I’ll be headed back to Oregon. If I want a shot at finding out his feelings, I need to use the time I’ve got before it runs out.