Phoebe Alexander
Copyright © 2017 by Phoebe Alexander
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Printed in the United States of America
First Printing, 2017
Mountains Wanted Publishing
Georgetown, Delaware
mountainswanted.com
Cover design by Teresa Conner of Wolfsparrow Publishing
I always dedicate my Mountains books to my husband Mike, because, after all, there wouldn’t be a James and Sarah without him. And honestly, I don’t even know who I’d be without him either.
I also want to dedicate this book to my other Mike, who has taught me so much about myself, and who has always been a safe harbor (despite not being a sailor anymore *wink*!)
I am going to miss you so much, my love.
Table of Contents
One: Wrong Forecast
Two: Unexpected Guests
Three: Somewhat of a Domme
Four: Playing Games
Five: Hot Tubs and Fireplaces
Six: Aftermath
Seven: Down the Mountain
Eight: Falling
Nine: Sunset
Ten: A Tiny Golden Chance
Eleven: Reunion
Author’s Note
About the Author
Also by Phoebe Alexander
The Navigator – Chapter One
One: Wrong Forecast
“Six inches,” James estimated, his face pressed against the frosted window pane. “That’s how much snow we were supposed to get today. But it looks like we got almost that much in the last hour – and it doesn’t appear to be letting up.”
“Great,” Sarah replied from her station at the kitchen sink, where she was scrubbing dishes so hard, her knuckles were turning white. She too peered out the windows, watching the snow swirl and drift alongside the rustic wood cabin’s exterior walls. “What if we can’t get out?”
“My truck can get us out,” he promised with a wink. He glanced over to his 4x4 parked beside what was rapidly becoming a mountainy snowdrift.
“You know your truck isn’t a tank, and this isn’t Afghanistan, right?” Sarah smiled at her husband as she drained the water from the sink and wiped her hands dry on the dishtowel. She glanced around the cabin as her smile faded. “I love this cozy cabin, but I miss the kids. What if we can’t make it back for Christmas Eve dinner?”
James pulled his wife into his strong, muscular arms, holding her tightly against his firm chest, her head nestled right underneath his chin. He loved the way they fit together, like perfect puzzle pieces. She sighed as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed.
“Don’t worry, darling,” he tried to soothe her. “Even if we somehow miss dinner tomorrow night, I’ll make sure we get home in time to watch their faces light up when they see how many presents are under the tree!”
“I know it’s Lynnea’s second Christmas, but she was so tiny last year, this is really the first time she’ll be able to open her presents.”
“You mean have a ball ripping up wrapping paper and completely ignoring what’s inside?” James chuckled. “That’s what she did on her birthday, anyway.”
“I miss our sweet baby girl,” Sarah sighed, turning back to wipe down the countertops in the kitchen. “I miss Abby and Owen too, but I’m used to being away from them. This is the first time we’ve been away from Lynnea for more than one night. And our reception is so spotty because of the weather, we’ve hardly heard from our parents. I hope everyone is okay.” She couldn’t help but do the “Mom” thing and worry.
“That child has my mom, my dad, your mom, Rachel, Abigail, Owen, Adam and Brandon to look after her. Talk about having too many cooks in the kitchen!” He chuckled as he counted off their daughter’s caretakers on his fingers. “She’s probably eating up all that attention!”
Members from both sides of their families were taking turns caring for the one-year-old. Considering how much energy she has, it might take every single one of those adults (well, Owen isn’t QUITE an adult, though he certainly tries to act like he is) to keep tabs on her, Sarah reflected. She couldn’t help but think of their nickname for their toddler daughter: The Sponge. She soaked up affection from just about anyone who was willing to give it. She was everything Sarah and James could have dreamed of for their child; she was smart, curious, charming, and absolutely beautiful with her dark curls and bright blue eyes. Everyone who knew Lynnea was completely smitten with her, especially her parents.
“So what do you want to do today?” James asked, finally turning away from the window where a sparkly white wonderland stretched as far as the eye could see, across the mountain range and dipping down into the thickly forested valley.
Sarah, who had finished tidying up from their breakfast of fruit, croissants, and coffee, yawned as she stretched her arms high above her head. A devious smile lit up her face, and she knew a verbal answer would not be necessary.
“Just what I suspected,” James remarked, laughing. He beckoned for his wife to follow him into the master bedroom, which was down a short hallway that ran between the living room and the kitchen. The cabin was tiny, and more thought had been put into designing the master bedroom and ensuite than the rest of the house, making it an ideal lovers’ retreat.
As they made their way into the bedroom, Sarah dropped the thick chenille robe she was wearing, and it fell to her feet like a fluffy pink cloud. Her lush, milky white curves instantaneously brought James’s cock to attention. He was surprised but thrilled she still had that effect on him, even after so many years together. The couple had ridden various rollercoasters throughout the past six years, but their desire for each other had never faltered.
She turned around to catch her husband’s eyes boring into her, and her gaze couldn’t help but travel down to his impressive erection jutting out like a Christmas present just for her. She smiled seductively, licking her lips in anticipation as she made her way to him. Dropping to her knees, she glanced up at him with her dark eyes flashing. He nodded with approval as she wrapped her fingers around his thighs for support and took a long lick up his shaft with her eager tongue. Nothing like dessert after breakfast, she mused.
A grunt escaped James’s lips as his wife flicked her tongue over the swollen crown of his cock, then swirled it underneath the head, teasing him with soft strokes. Then she planted kisses back down the shaft, all the way to his balls, which were starting to draw up tight with need. Just when he didn’t think he would be able to endure her torturous licks any longer, she plunged her entire mouth down on his cock, taking it as deep as she could without choking.
She smiled victoriously when she heard his breath catch in his throat, a big gulp of air that couldn’t be swallowed down. “I’m so going to get you back for this,” he claimed once his voice recovered. He threaded his fingers through her dark, wavy locks as she bobbed up and down on his shaft.
She stopped and looked up at him. “Mmm, is that a threat or a promise?” she mumbled, her speech garbled from his massive erection filling her mouth.
“Don’t patronize me,” he retorted, his blue eyes burning into her brown. He reached down, spanning his broad hands around her waist, lifted her up and almost effortlessly threw her over his shoulder.
“James!” she squealed. Sarah was not a petite woman. At 5’5” and 180 pounds, she was more voluptuous than she had ever been since giving birth to their daughter. James loved every curvy
inch of her body, which had amazed him in its ability to bring forth new life. Sarah knew her husband would never look at her exactly the same way as he did before Lynnea’s birth. He’d always desired her, but he gained a newfound awe and respect when she became the mother of his child.
He gently laid her on the bed and ran his fingers through her tangled tresses to smooth them away from her face. Stroking his fingers down her ample flesh, he couldn’t help but smile when she sighed under his touch. Then there was the slight whimper as his teeth grazed her nipple. She’d just weaned their daughter, so her breasts belonged to him again. As wonderful as it was to watch her nourish their daughter with them, he seemed excited to have sole, unfettered access to them once again.
He swung his leg over her hips to mount her. She loved the way he looked hovering over her, his firm, rippled flesh pressing into her soft, welcoming curves. And, of course, there was the added bonus of his stiff cock jutting into her thigh. She shifted her hips to try to align it with her pussy, its wetness beginning to seep past her lips as her desire for him swelled.
He kissed her neck, knowing the perfect spots to plant his mouth, the buttons that would make her back arch, that would spread her thighs to accept him. He knew every single inch of her inside and out, and she him. Their familiarity only magnified their passion, and each reveled in finding new and more glorious ways to bring the other to climax. Before plunging into her soft, warm depths, he stole a long glance at her, drinking in the image of her writhing beneath him, desperate for him to fill her.
“What’s wrong, darling?” she asked. Anticipation surged through her, a tingling sensation hovering on the end of each nerve as she waited for him to slide inside her.
“Is it wrong for me to stare at my beautiful wife before I make love to her?” he questioned, his eyebrows raised.
He’s teasing me, and he knows it, Sarah thought. He loves making me wait to come, especially when he knows how badly I need it.
“Can’t you bask in my beauty with your cock inside me?” she asked, her voice on the edge of giggling. He reached down between them, taking his cock into his hand and brushing the tip against her hot, wet folds. She gasped when the tip grazed her pulsating clit.
“What was that?” he asked, a mischievous grin spreading his lips as his blue eyes raked across her body again. “You want me to do what?”
“Fucking tease!” she moaned. “If women are cock teases, then you’re a cunt tease.”
“If the shoe fits…” James chuckled, still balancing over her with his palm wrapped around his thick tool, poised at her throbbing opening. He leaned down again, putting some weight onto her as he held just the tip between her lips.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as her need for him grew ever more desperate. Arching her back yet again, she wrapped her legs around his torso, attempting to bring him fully down on top of her, and hopefully his cock with him. He pulled back and brushed the crown against her swollen clit once more.
“Beg me for it,” he growled, his raspy words filling her ears as he continued to tease her, still denying her the full pleasure of his cock.
“James,” she moaned as his hips thrusted into her, the tip still just slightly penetrating her folds. He said nothing, but nibbled on her earlobe. “Please, baby, I want your cock inside me.”
“Want or need?” he inquired, pulling back to look into her chocolate brown eyes.
She groaned a long, frustrating sigh as she wriggled beneath him. “Need, baby, I need you now…please…”
“Okay, darling,” he finally relented, shifting his hips so his manhood slid inch by inch into her core. She thought she might come unraveled right in that instant, the sensation of him filling her was so intense. As he began to move, she rocked her hips against him, trying to take him ever deeper inside.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body to his as they rode together toward bliss. What she didn’t know was all the teasing had sent his need for release to an equally desperate level. “Is that better?” he rasped as his thrusts began to quicken.
She was speechless at this point, the cliff of her orgasm mere seconds away. When he bent down to catch her nipple in his teeth, that was her breaking point. The wall of ecstasy he’d agonizingly built with his teasing abruptly shattered, sending sonic waves of pleasure rippling through her. Her pussy rhythmically clenching his cock deep in its walls sent him over his own cliff, and she felt him jerk and release his seed as his body stilled, then relaxed against her.
Silence cradled them with its gentle lullaby as they both floated down from their orgasms, holding each other as their heartbeats found their normal rhythms again.
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Sarah was surprised to find she had drifted off in James’s arms after her epic orgasm. She awoke to the sound of wind howling like a pack of wolves, and a glance out the window revealed the formerly sunny skies had dulled to a bleak gray. The snow swirled so fast, she couldn’t see the silhouette of the mountains that framed their lovers’ retreat with their rocky peaks.
She reached for her fluffy pink robe, which still lay on the floor from when she abandoned it in favor of wearing her husband. After cinching her waist with the belt, she made her way back into the kitchen to get another look at the snowstorm from the bigger windows over the sink. It was nearly white-out conditions, snowing and blowing so hard she had no way to gauge how many inches had accumulated. It was difficult to separate the new flakes coming down from the snow being hurled into the air by the ferocious winds.
She struggled to keep her heartrate in check. It was December 23rd, and the next day they were supposed to leave the cabin after their three-night getaway. Their plan was to be back in Colorado Springs by 4 PM so they could enjoy a Christmas Eve feast with their family before tucking the children in to await Santa’s arrival. She couldn’t wait to have Lynnea back in her arms, but she was also anxious to give her teenage son Owen a big hug and to see her daughter Abigail after her busy semester away at college. But the weather certainly did not look promising for their departure. Their side of the mountain faced away from the town, and the roads would not likely get cleared as quickly as the more populated areas to the south.
What are we going to do if we get stuck here? she wondered. We don’t even have enough food to make it more than a day or two. She and James had bought groceries in town before making the steep, twisting drive up to the cabin. Knowing they would spend a lot of time relaxing by the fire or out on the deck in the hot tub, not to mention all of the carnal activities they anticipated, simple foods not requiring a lot of preparation made up their purchase. And wine. They’d brought a whole lot of wine.
If I can’t get home to see my kids for Christmas, I’m going to need that wine, Sarah mused as she wandered into the living room to get a look at the front of the house. She studied the drifts of snow that had engulfed their mode of transportation back to civilization. There was a vague truck-like formation underneath an enormous mound of snow. I wonder if there are any shovels in that shed out back. It’s going to take some digging to unearth that behemoth 4x4.
James had insisted on upgrading the small truck he drove in Maryland to a much bigger extended cab model when they moved out to Colorado six months ago. He felt the mountainous terrain required more power, not to mention needing extra room for his family. He’d bought the smaller truck long before Sarah came into the picture. She was still driving the little red Toyota she’d had for years, even though cramming Lynnea’s car seat in the back was a veritable pain in the ass. She was dreaming James would surprise her with a new car for Christmas, but she wasn’t holding her breath.
She glanced down the hill to the road that wound its way up the mountainside, squinting when her eyes fell on a dark color contrasting against the vast white snowscape. When she zeroed in more closely, she realized the figure was moving. Wait, it looks like two figures, she observed, pressing her face against the cold glass as if it would help her see more clearly.
“James!�
�� she called, turning her head toward the bedroom. “James, come here!”
She thought she heard a grumble coming from that direction, but wasn’t sure. She scurried into the room to find her husband twisted and tangled in the sheets, his fine, naked ass protruding off the edge of the bed. “James?”
He stirred, stretching his back. “What, honey?” he mumbled, not even opening his eyes.
“I think there might be two people walking around out there in the blizzard!”
He bolted upright in the bed. “People? Not animals?” he confirmed.
Sarah nodded. “Definitely people, though they’re pretty bundled up. What did you think it was, the abominable snowman or something?” She giggled.
“I better get my gun,” he decided, swinging his legs off the bed and heading out of the room.
“Gun?” she gasped. “Why?”
“Only crazy people would be out in this mess,” he answered, his eyes flitting to the window and then back at her.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Sarah asked, watching her husband grab his hand gun from the cabinet near the table.
“I’ve got the gun.” He squinted at her as if he couldn’t imagine what else might be of importance.
“Might you want to put on some clothes?” she suggested, laughing.
“Good point.” He conceded with a half-grin as he made his way back to the bedroom to rectify his oversight. Sarah stationed herself in front of the window. She didn’t plan on going out into the elements until it was absolutely necessary. Snow was pretty to look at, but too cold for her tastes. Sometimes it was hard for her to believe she’d grown up very near here and had endured countless Colorado winters.
“What the hell could they be doing out there?” James questioned, returning to the tiny foyer of the cabin to retrieve his boots. “I mean, you’d have to be insane not to be hunkered down by the fire. This is fucking weather, not weather to be out fucking around in.”
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