Chapter Seven
Lauren
I slide the glass door open and step onto the rooftop deck. It’s freezing outside, but I welcome the cold air as a much-needed refresher for my sweaty palms and worried mind. I don’t know why apologizing to Adam has me feeling so nervous, but it does. I catch sight of him in the corner of the hot tub. He’s smiling along with the rest of the Snow Club, but his eyes are still sad and cold. My heart breaks, knowing I’m the cause of his pain.
All the lights are off on the patio deck, the only source of illumination coming from the moon and stars above us. Everyone’s drinking beer and recapping their experiences from the slopes today. I silently join them and lower myself into the hot water, highly aware that Adam is avoiding my gaze.
Naturally, everyone is intrigued by my cast, and word has already spread about my wipeout, so I let my pink cast float in the hot tub water in front of me as I recount my epic fail.
The others laugh at how ridiculous the whole situation is, and Adam weighs in a few times with a jibe here and there, but as the jokes die down, it grows uncomfortably quiet in the hot tub. Can everyone sense the tension between Adam and me? Is it that obvious, or am I imagining it all?
The blonde girl from before gives me a knowing look before suggesting to the rest of the crew that we all jump into the snow in our bathing suits and see who can last the longest.
“I’m gonna stay here,” I say. “Thanks, though.” She winks at me discreetly.
“No problem,” she says. “But I’m burning up. Come on, y’all!” She jumps from the tub and quickly dries off with the rest of the crowd following her lead. Every second that passes has my heart beating faster and faster, counting down to when it’s just Adam and me once again.
“You coming, Adam?” a stocky young man asks. I think his name is Drew.
Adam finishes the last sip of his beer, setting it on the ground outside the tub. “Nah, you guys go ahead. I’m beat.”
He waves him off and heads down the wooden patio steps to join the rest of the crew in the snowy forest beside our townhouse.
A few moments of silence pass, besides the faint sounds of the others laughing and throwing snowballs at each other, until I can’t stand it any longer.
“Adam, I’m—”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Lauren.” Adam finally turns to me, and when he does, his eyes bore into mine. They glitter in the moonlight, and the energy he’s holding behind them tells me he’s got much more to say, so I sit quietly and wait. Adam looks away, takes a deep breath, and says, “I’m envious of you, Lauren. You’re smart, and you’re hardworking, but it doesn’t matter what you do because you’re such a good competitor that you’ll get what you strive for regardless.” I wrinkle my brows together, confused as to where he’s going with this. “I’ve only got snowboarding. I’m not good at school, I don’t do scholarships, and my parents think I’m a failure.” He slumps his shoulders forward and shakes his head.
“I’m sure that’s not true,” I say, wondering if it’d be okay to swim a bit closer to him.
He lets out a humorless laugh. “They cut me out of their life yesterday.”
“What do you mean?”
“They got rid of my trust fund, and they’re moving forward with my dad’s political career with no plans to mention their disappointment of a son at all. They’ve disowned me.”
The pain in his voice makes me want to pull him into an embrace and never let go. I bite my lip, wishing I could touch him.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he says. “Like you’re sorry for me.”
“I’m not,” I say defensively. “I mean, I am, but…” I sigh. “I’m just sorry about everything.”
He looks at me then with a strange look in his eyes. “Is it true, what you said earlier?” he asks.
“I was just upset about breaking my arm. I didn’t mean any of it,” I assure him.
“Even the part about falling for a jackass like me?” That familiar knowing grin pulls at the corner of Adam’s mouth, and a glint of hope lights up his face. It’s the sexiest I’ve ever seen him.
I smile sheepishly. “Actually, that part was true.”
“The jackass part or the falling for me part?”
I roll my eyes. “Both,” I say. He smiles.
“How are you feeling?” Adam gestures to my arm floating between us.
“It’s fine. A bit throbby, but it’s good.” It’s silent between us once again as Adam gives me that indescribable stare. “I’m a little hot, actually.” I pull myself out of the steaming water and sit on the edge of the tub, relishing the refreshing cold air that licks my hot skin and bristles my arm hairs. I’m not sure if it was the water or Adam’s look that had me burning up.
Adam swims over to my side, his shoulder touching my thigh. Damn it, there he goes again, lighting me up with a single touch. My heart rate hikes, making me feel like a bomb about to go off.
“I’ve been thinking,” he says, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. “Technically you got to the bottom of the mountain first. But you weren’t actually skiing.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “What are you saying, Adam?”
“I’m saying, I won.” I roll my eyes, and he flashes me a cocky, white-toothed grin.
“Fine. You win.” I shrug my shoulders as if it doesn’t matter to me. But it does, because I remember very clearly what he said we’d do if he won our little race. “What was the prize again?” I ask, my voice as high as a squeaky toy.
Adam lets his finger trace my ankle in the water. I stifle a gasp at the sensation of his hands on me once again. “I think it had something to do with finishing what we started on the lift,” he says. “But I wouldn’t feel right, taking advantage of a gimp.” He smirks, looking up at me under long lashes. I splash water on him with a chuckle.
“I want you to take advantage of me,” I say. Then I press my lips tightly together, wondering where that came from. But I should know by now—whenever Adam touches me, my defenses are shot to hell.
He slowly drags his fingertips up my shin toward my knee, and I’m already breathless. “Oh yeah?” he says. “Did you sabotage yourself on purpose?” He moves, so he’s sitting in front of me in the water, right between my legs, staring up at me with dark, sexy eyes.
“Just kiss me already, jerk,” I breathe.
With a devilish grin, Adam leans down to kiss my knee, then my inner thigh, then the burning center between my legs. His hot lips sear right through the thin fabric of my bathing suit bottoms. I let out a little gasp as Adam pulls me toward him.
“I didn’t mean there!” I say, totally shocked. He chuckles.
“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.” I purse my lips. I mean, it’s not like it wouldn’t be nice…
He grins and hooks my bathing suit to the side, then slips a finger over my surprisingly slick, wet folds. “You’re already wet,” he murmurs, then he laps his tongue against me. His hot breath prickles my hair. I let out a soft moan as he licks and sucks me toward the edge.
“Well, we are in a hot tub,” I add helpfully.
He smirks against my center. “You’re so tight.” He pushes two fingers inside of me. I arch my back, breathing heavily as his hot, talented fingers take me there on the edge of the hot tub. I move my hips with every orgasmic pulse of pleasure that emanates from my core, still shocked as hell that I’ve got Adam Baylor’s fingers inside me, and that I want them there. I’m breathing heavily, panting, grabbing Adam’s shoulder with my good hand, stifling loud moans as he brings me toward a climax. I’ve never been touched like this before. I never even touch myself like this. I feel electric, alive, beautiful.
When it seems like I’m about to come undone, Adam pulls his fingers out of me and sits upright. Footsteps race up the stairs, and a moment later, one of the guys from downstairs steps onto the deck, panting. He must notice the huge blush on my chest and the guilty look on our faces, because he makes an expression of realization, ey
es darting between the two of us. He spots a bottle of beer on the floor by the door and points to it. “I forgot my drink,” he says (in a similar tone one might use to say, “Don’t shoot!”). He grabs the bottle and holds it up as if to prove he wasn’t lying. Then he slowly backs toward the steps and turns on his heel before running back downstairs.
Adam looks at me, amused, and I laugh. “Did you ever think this would happen between us?” I ask.
“I’ve been dreaming of it.” His words catch me by surprise. “Don’t look so shocked,” he says. “I’ve been into you since the first time you called me a turd.”
A huge smile breaks out on my face, reaching from ear to ear. “I’ve been into you since we met, too.” He leans in for another kiss. A real one this time. Our lips meet, and fireworks explode inside me. He tastes just as sweet as he did on the ski lift, and his tongue finds mine in an instant. His fingers search for my breasts as my hands run through his thick waves and our kiss deepens. It feels like hours before we pull apart for air.
“Adam, as much as I give you shit all the time… I’ve actually dreamt of you touching me like this,” I say, somewhat embarrassed.
The corner of his mouth twists into a grin. “How did I touch you in your dreams?”
“Just like you have been,” I say, eager for him to continue exploring my body.
“That’s all?” he asks.
“Well, there were a few other ways…” I bite my lip.
“How about this? Did you dream of me touching you like this?” Adam pulls my bikini top over my breast and lets his thumb graze over my perky nipple.
“Yes,” I whisper, tracing his forearm with my good hand.
He kisses my neck. “How about like this?” he murmurs against my skin. Then he lowers his head and locks his lips around my breast. All thoughts leave my mind except for how amazing it feels to have him sucking and nibbling and licking my tiny beacon of sensitivity. I can’t speak. My every thought melts into moans.
“Has the queen of trash talk gone speechless?” Adam says, grazing his lips against my perky nipple. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him close.
“I need to feel you closer,” I breathe, pulling him into another kiss, finally giving in to the truth behind all the teasing. He chuckles, his muscular chest vibrating against me. He stands out of the water and lifts me up, switching our positions so that I’m now sitting on him. His erection presses into the sensitive spot between my legs, and I’m overcome with a need to have him inside me.
“I’ve been dreaming about you too, Lauren,” Adam says, searching my eyes. “And my dreams are very vivid,” he adds.
“What do we do in your dreams?” I ask. I run my tongue over his lips, playfully pulling him toward me. He lets out a deep groan.
“Let me show you.”
Chapter Eight
Adam
I pull down my board shorts, freeing the erection that’s been pining for the hot redhead in front of me since last semester. I can’t wait to be inside her, to make her breathless with ecstasy.
I place Lauren’s petite hand on my raging hard-on. She hesitates, taking in the sight of me with wide eyes. The way she tentatively feels my velvety hard length gives me a thought.
“Have you done this before?” I ask.
“In a hot tub, or in general?” She smiles up at me guiltily. I press my lips together, realization sinking in. “No,” she clarifies.
I’m taken aback. This amazing, feisty woman has never given herself to anyone? The significance of the moment weighs on my shoulders. I’m honored to be her first and pissed at myself for not letting it happen the right way. I don’t want her first time to be in a damn hot tub.
Before I can suggest we take this someplace more comfortable (like in front of the fireplace, for example), Lauren says, “but you know I’m a fast learner.” She kisses my neck and whispers, “Show me how you like it, Adam. I can’t wait any longer.”
Fuck, how can I resist that? I can’t wait either.
I place her hand on mine, so she can feel the way I pump myself, squeezing hard, twisting my grip a little with each forceful movement. Lauren watches me intently, wide-eyed and still, taking everything in. But after a few moments, she pulls my hand away and grips me tightly.
“My turn,” she says with a grin. She’s so goddamn sexy, staring into my eyes as she jacks me off. It’s fucking erotic.
“When does my mouth come into play?” she asks, just as it’s getting difficult to keep my groans to myself.
“Anytime you want, babe.” She lowers herself into the water and sucks my tip into her mouth. With each pump, she pulls me further in, sucking like a fucking vacuum. I almost come right away. I quickly pull her up before I can explode in her novice mouth.
“Was I that bad?” Lauren gives me a disbelieving look.
I chuckle. “Just the opposite. You’re too good.” I grab her by the hips and look into her eyes. “Are you ready for me?” I ask.
Lauren nods. “I’m on the pill,” she says.
“And I’m clean. Perfect. Now climb on my lap so I can finally be inside you.”
She shimmies out of her bathing suit bottoms and slips onto my lap. With our eyes on each other, I slide into her. She’s so fucking tight it feels incredible. I’m breathless immediately. Lauren comes more and more undone with every thrust until she’s writhing her hips and grinding against me like a madwoman. She sucks my lips into her mouth and pulls my shoulders close to hers like she can’t get enough of me. God, she’s fantastic and gorgeous and wild.
I pull the strand of her bikini top until it falls, revealing two beautiful, perky white breasts. I cup them in my hands, squeezing until she lets out a moan. She wraps her thick legs around my hips, pulling me closer to her. I grab her ass, yanking her forward, so her breasts are pushed up against my pecks. She pants and moans with every slight movement I make. She squeezes me so goddamn tightly with her muscular thighs that I come right away, bucking toward her with a full-bodied shudder.
“Are you okay?” she whispers, searching my face for anything wrong.
“I’m so good,” I say. I’m fucking amazing. And I’m going to return the favor. I’m going to make Lauren come with me inside her, so fucking hard, that every time she looks at me, her legs will go weak, and her core will tighten at the memory of her first time.
As she rides on top of me, I rub her clit in circles with my thumb, carefully watching her expressions. Lauren sucks in a breath, and with closed eyes lets out sexy little moaning, whining sounds as I learn what she likes. I slow it down, putting pressure on the same spot for a few seconds before circling her and doing the same thing again. On the fifth time, Lauren screams my name, grinding and writhing against me like a goddamn wild bull. She squeezes me so tightly I can barely breathe. Her flushed cheeks and wild, frizzy hair, her mouth open in an O of ecstasy has me breathing heavy, too. Moments later, Lauren orgasms, shuddering and gasping hard with me still inside her.
“You alright?” I ask, planting kisses down her neck to her breasts.
“Unh,” is all she can say. I take that as a yes, sucking her breast into my mouth once more. With every deep breath she takes, she pushes herself against me. When she’s finally breathing normally again, I tease her with my fingers, pressing against that one spot between her legs hard. She bucks toward me, her breathing becoming labored once again. I’ve always loved pushing her buttons, but this brings a whole new meaning to it.
Lauren comes again, and again, and I come just watching her. It’s the most erotic experience of my life. When it finally becomes too much for both of us, she gives me a sweet kiss and slips off my lap. “Holy shit.” She smiles up at me, glowing like a red-haired goddess.
“I’m that good, huh?” I ask.
She punches my arm. “Well, with nothing to compare it to, I can hardly say.” She reaches for her bikini top and bottom, floating in different directions away from us in the hot tub.
I glance over the balcony to find our f
riends making snow angels in the snow, probably too drunk to feel the cold. Then I notice the fuzzy white globs delicately falling around us.
It’s snowing.
I turn to find Lauren sticking her tongue out, trying to catch the snowflakes in her mouth. The sight of her flushed and smiling at me with the snow falling around us is fucking magical.
“I’m glad you came, Lauren,” I say, realizing if she hadn’t made it on this trip, I’d still be pining for her in my dreams. The real Lauren is a hundred times more amazing than anything my brain could have come up with.
“I’m glad I came, too,” she says, wading toward me. She pulls me into a slow, sensual kiss that sends a pang of excitement to my heart, and another one straight to my dick. “So… what happens now?” she asks.
“You mean between us?”
“Yeah, and everything else, too, I guess.” We look out at the mountains in silent thought. “You could do what I’m going to do,” Lauren says, her voice quiet, timid. “Teach kids snowboarding, I mean.”
I turn to face her, watching the gears work behind her eyes. A feeling comes over me, and I’m not sure what it is, but it makes me all tingly inside. She turns and says, “Don’t let this get to your head, but you’re the best snow athlete I know. Besides myself, obviously.”
“Obviously,” I concur. Lauren smiles. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said on the ski lift. About living in a cabin and spending every day on the slopes. It sounded like heaven.”
We both sigh and admire the view—Hers of the mountain, mine of her.
“There’s something wrong with that dream, though,” she says. “It’s missing something.”
She gives me a knowing smile.
“What?” I ask, but I already know the answer.
“You,” she says.
I pull her into my arms and kiss her with as much love as I can convey. When we finally pull apart, Lauren has tears in her eyes, and she says, “I think I love you, turd.”
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