I pause, able to see him through the crack of the door. It’s wrong, to be so voyeuristic, but I catch a single glimpse and it is all I need.
For a lifetime probably.
Because he is in the shower with his thick shaft in his hand, getting off. He is pumping his cock nice and good, and my pussy drips as I watch him. It’s sexy as sin, water running down his slick abs. He groans as he strokes himself up and down.
Swallowing hard, I scurry down the hall. My body on fire, my heart racing. My need to get out of these clothes immense.
I close the door. Lock it. Then undress quickly, reaching into my suitcase for my G-spot vibrator and crawling under the covers of my bed. Naked and alone, I turn on my toy, the hum teasing me as I run my fingers over my folds. My pussy is wet, my nipples hard, and with my eyes closed, I replay everything about Cole from the night.
I press the vibrator against my cunt, letting it fill me up and hit me in just the right place as I think of Cole. The way his ass looked in those sweats, the way he smiled, talking with my family, the way his firm body looked as he undressed and got into the hot tub. The way his hands felt, warm against my skin as he unclasped my bra… the way his hand wrapped around his thick cock in the shower, pumping himself nice and hard.
I grind against the stimulator, an orgasm washing over me at lightning speed. I’m no longer working from the old visions of Cole, I have new raw material to work with and oh my god, is it working.
In the morning I wake up, horny as all get out, but the smell of fresh brewed coffee has me wrapping myself in a bathrobe and stepping into the hall.
I think I’ll be okay coming face-to-face with Cole today. I rode my G-spot vibe until the battery died last night and then I fell asleep with my fingers between my thighs, Cole’s name a whisper on my lips.
But now I’m focusing on coffee.
“Morning, honey,” Mom says as I enter the kitchen. “Can you go bring Cole this cup? I know how he loves his coffee in the morning.”
“Sure,” I say, taking the piping hot mug and turning back to the hall. “Cole,” I say, rapping my knuckles on his door, “I have your coffee.” But the door is already ajar, and it opens at my light touch.
Revealing a very naked Cole.
A very hard Cole.
I gasp, practically dropping the mug, but managing to place it on the dresser before stepping out of the room, eyes wide. Throat dry. Oh my god, he looks incredible.
Last night, in the shower, the foggy glass door obstructed my vision, but now there aren’t any barriers between my baby blues and his big thick—
“Oh shit,” he says, reaching for a towel and covering his erection.
“Cole!” I whisper-yell as I pull his door shut. “Lock the freaking door!”
I back away, my body on fire, my core lit up in a dangerous way. In the kitchen I feign menstrual cramps.
“Sorry Mom, but I really need to rest here today.”
“You sure, sweetie?” she asks, handing me another coffee. “It’s Christmas Eve.”
“I know, but I’m always out on the mountain, and I’d really love to take it easy so tomorrow is more fun.”
“You sure? If you change your mind, you can always come and meet us. You know where we’ll be.”
I give her a hug, and head back to my bedroom, grateful to be off the hook. I lock the door, and exhale slowly. Then I lick my lips, eager to get back in bed.
Chapter Eight
Cole
“She’s not coming?” I ask as I head out of the house with Douglas, Janet and Tom.
“Says she isn’t feeling well,” Janet says, grabbing her skis propped near the porch. “Honestly, the poor thing is probably exhausted. Maybe a trip to the mountains was a bad idea. Aspyn never gets a chance to just relax. Maybe I should stay back?”
Tom locks the door, then reaches for his wife’s hand. “She probably needs some alone time, with all those roommates of hers. How many does she have, five? If she wants a day in bed, we should give her that. She’s an adult now, you know.”
“Okay, I just feel bad.”
“Don’t, Janet. Aspyn knows how to ask for what she wants.”
Douglas just shrugs and runs off. “She’s fine, let’s go — I’m ready to shred some pow.”
I laugh, following him, leaving his parents to walk hand in hand, alone. “You sound like a douchebag sometimes, you know that?”
Douglas grabs a ball of snow and smashes it on my back. “A douche who gets laid a hell of a lot more than you.”
I shake my head, not egging him on. Not wanting to play that game at all. Truth is, I don’t date, and certainly don’t sleep around. It’s Aspyn I want.
On our first run down the mountain I think about Aspyn walking in on me this morning — she looked stunned. If she is as innocent as Cole says she is, did I totally ruin her? I know she got a full frontal view of me.
And damn, I was hard too. How could I not be? I walked past her bedroom door after my shower this morning, just as she was getting out of bed, and it was ajar. She wore a white tee shirt without a bra and her tits looked so fucking good. Too fucking good.
Not to mention how I left things so awkwardly last night. Being in that hot tub was damn near painful — she looked so fucking beautiful I didn’t trust what might happen. Knowing full well what I wanted to have happen, and knowing how much it would change things if I made a pass that she wasn’t wanting.
Fuck. I feel like a mess. And I hate the idea that I’ve offended Aspyn, the only woman I care about.
The day passes in a blur, me wanting to get away, to the chalet, alone, but knowing that if I do, Douglas might very well join me.
I’ll have to wait until I can speak with Aspyn alone.
And when I do, I won’t hold back — because what I’ve realized in the last twenty-four hours is that as much as I love Douglas and his parents, love being around them, adding Aspyn to the mix makes it unbearable.
I need her to know how I feel, even if it means losing my best friend.
Chapter Nine
Aspyn
“Wow,” Mom says, pushing back from the table. “That was incredible!”
I smile. “It was pasta, not complicated.”
“I didn’t realize you could cook,” Dad says.
I stack plates on top of one another as I walk around the table, clearing it. “I’m an adult now, I figure I should learn how to cook.”
“And bake, right?” Cole adds.
I swallow. Loving the fact he remembered my new hobby. “Yes, baking too. Which is why dessert is going to be so yummy. It’s gingerbread cake with whipped cream.”
“Wow,” Douggie says as I carry it to the table. “Why are you in such a good mood?”
I smile, serving everyone up. “It’s not very often I get a low-key day by myself.”
“We missed you on the slopes, but we understand,” Dad says. “And honestly, we should have planned a different getaway considering this is what you’re doing 24/7.”
I shake my head, sitting down with my own slice of cake. “No way, this place is amazing, and your boss was so generous to share it, Mom. I just like being here with everyone. And I’ll go out on the mountain tomorrow.”