The Winter Games

by Sharp, Dr. Rebecca

  I’d spent the day on the slopes, knowing that the snow was the only thing that would be able to keep me from her—but just barely.

  There was nothing that could keep my thoughts from her though—her and the sweetness between her thighs.

  I groaned, my cock stirring at the thought, hoping she was just as tortured by my note as I had been. She’d tasted so damn fresh, melting on my tongue like snow—and I’d been the one to make the first tracks over her, claiming her as mine.

  Yeah, when her head was concussed and she probably wasn’t in her right mind. But the look on her face, the way her body ignited under my touch, the way she’d begged for me to make her feel good; I couldn’t turn her down. I’d come to realize that there wasn’t anything that I could turn her down for. And while I couldn’t regret it, I also wasn’t going to let it happen again until I knew for sure how she felt. And I swore that I wouldn’t sleep with her until the Games were over; I wouldn’t allow any chance for the possibility of doubt to enter her mind that maybe I was just using her to get to her brother to win the competition.

  I knew he mustn’t be happy about whatever was between Channing and me—or between Ally and Zack for that matter - because I hadn’t seen him at all. He’d probably opted to go out with Emmett and Nick whenever he heard an Olsen was coming over. I wanted to talk to him; I wanted to tell him just how serious my intentions toward his sister were becoming and that this competition could go fuck itself for all I cared. I only cared about her.

  But he didn’t know me and just knowing how protective I felt about her after only a few weeks, I wouldn’t believe me either.

  It had only been a day, but I was so anxious for her to get here already.

  I zipped up my jacket, looking up to see Channing approach. Forget a little black dress and heels; I’d taken this woman in her snow pants and boots any day.

  “Hey.” Her blue eyes pierced right through me.

  “Hey.”

  A gust of wind blew through the silence between us. It wasn’t an awkward silence though; it was the kind of stillness that preceded the kind of moment where I threw my board down, hauled her into my arms, and took her right here at the base of the mountain. Or where I forced those desires to remain at bay and we pretended that tearing each other apart wasn’t what we both wanted most.

  “How are you feeling?” I picked up my board and we began to walk toward the lift, opting for option number two.

  “Fine, but I felt fine yesterday too; I could have been out here.”

  “Well, your brain and I thank you for deciding against it,” I teased as we strapped in.

  “It was mostly because of Ally’s wrath that I didn’t attempt it.” She laughed. “Although, I will admit that the chocolate and the movie coaxed me into being comfortably sedentary.”

  “Not the Thai food?”

  “No. That saved my stomach from having to endure three meals consisting of Ally’s attempt at chicken noodle soup—which I’m pretty sure came from a box yet she still somehow managed to mess it up.” I laughed, looking over at the grin lighting up her face as we rode up the lift. “Was the movie a subtle hint that I should keep my chick-flick watching to solitary evenings?”

  I shook my head, laughing a little harder. “Not in the slightest. However, I would like it if you could at least stay awake for it when I’m there, although you’re pretty adorable when you sleep.”

  I knew that I wanted to try to cool things off between us until the Games were over because, given another opportunity, I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to control myself or my desire for her again; but I couldn’t stop myself from complimenting her every chance that I got.

  “So, what’s on the agenda for today, Master Yoda?” She asked as soon as we came to a stop off the lift. I didn’t object to the change in subject.

  “The park.” She raised her eyebrows, but she didn’t say anything, pulling her goggles over her head before strapping in. I watched as she went ahead of me, ducking as she tossed a snowball half-heartedly back over her shoulder at me.

  “Start with the double,” I said as I came to a stop beside her at the top of the run. “And take it easy.” I cautioned her, wondering if it was the right thing to do—putting her back up in the air her first day back; she wouldn’t accept anything less.

  “Yeah, yeah,” she sighed and we both dropped onto the trail.

  “Last run?” I questioned, even though I knew it was. We’d stayed in the park all morning and, not only had she not fallen, but she’d managed to nail the double to perfection. I’d even suggested to take a break and do some other tricks as a breather, but she wouldn’t hear it; I’d never seen someone so determined before. She’d put her mind to doing this and as I watched her do the same jump over and over again, I knew that there was nothing that would be able to stand in her way.

  Keeping her in the park—in the open—had also forced me to keep my hands to myself since the trail was completely devoid of trees and much wider than some of the other runs, making any type of seclusion impossible.

  But now, we were on the lift and she was staring off as though something was on her mind.

  She nodded; her nonverbal response making me wonder even more.

  “You’re pretty quiet over there, Miss Ryder,” I mused. “I’ll admit that I’m a little afraid of what you might be plotting in that pretty head of yours.”

  She laughed, murmuring, “Nothing.”

  “Let me guess. You’re trying to think of the best way to convince me to let you try the triple today—your first day back after nearly breaking your neck attempting that very trick.” I wouldn’t put it past her and I wasn’t sure that I could say she wasn’t ready—not after how she did today. Although, it had been a long morning, probably not the best time to try.

  She looked about to respond, but waited until we were off the lift.

  “No, that’s not what I was thinking, Mr. Olsen.” A bit of cheekiness returned to her voice. “Actually, I was going to ask if we could do the glades.”

  Now, I was shocked. I would have thought that with all the time we spent on the mountain last week and then with her missing the whole weekend, she wouldn’t want to shred anything but the park until she nailed her triple; again, she surprised me.

  “Fine with me.” I clipped in.

  “Hope you can keep up!” I looked up at her words to see her already sailing down the mountain. Oh, so that’s how this was going to go?

  I gained speed; I was going to catch her.

  And then I was never going to let her go.

  My heart had been in my throat all morning and I couldn’t seem to get it to go back into my chest. Even when Zack had shown up and given me the care package from Wyatt, I still felt disappointed that he hadn’t come himself. I wanted to see him again, especially after everything…

  God, I was acting like a teenager, replaying the events of the night over again in my mind, but they were so much better than the movie he’d sent—which I still watched, but mostly because he’d sent it. I was turning into one of those girls that I’d always sneered at: the ones who put on makeup to go to the mountain hoping to pick up a snowboarder of their own. Granted, I didn’t have the makeup on today—I wasn’t that far gone.

  I showed up at our normal meeting spot wondering just how awkward I was going to make this.

  The answer was very awkward; I was going to make this very awkward.

  The second I saw him I felt a rush of moisture between my legs and my nipples hardened and instead of being grateful for the layers to hide it, I wished he could see just how much I wanted him; a day apart had only made it worse.

  Now, we had time for one run and it was like nothing had happened between us. He wasn’t cold or rude, but he also didn’t act like he’d had his tongue all over my privates forty-eight hours ago. And that was unacceptable.

  I smiled to myself; good thing I was determined to remedy it. “Hope you can keep up!” I taunted him, flying towards the privacy of the
glades. This mountain was about to get a whole lot hotter.

  I made sure he was close enough behind me to see as I veered off the loosely designated trail into the trees. The ride was a little bumpy since it hadn’t snowed in a few days; apparently they were calling for a decent snowsquall at the end of the week. Yes, I’d resorted to watching the weather channel after the movie had ended.

  I swung my board to a stop in a small clearing, quickly unstrapped and dug the side into the snow so it didn’t slide away. And then, I waited.

  “Channing!” I heard a few seconds before I saw him carving through the trees. I was going to yell back, but I could tell the second he spotted me. “What are you doing?” He skated to a stop.

  Now or never.

  I jogged in front of him, standing close enough to prevent him from being able to bend down and unstrap.

  “Channing…” He rasped, standing stock-still as I reached up, pulling his goggles up off of his face so that I could look in his eyes. His expression shifted and I knew that he wasn’t mistaking where my actions were leading.

  I bit my lip, lowering my gaze for a moment. The temperature in our own little glade was rising quickly with the tension between us. My hands found his chest and the sharp intake of his breath through the layers. “What are you doing, gorgeous?”

  I began to pull the zipper of his jacket down. “Warming us.”

  Wyatt groaned. “Channing, I don’t think this is a good idea.” But he didn’t stop me.

  My breathing was heavy as my pulse skyrocketed. “Why not?” I dared him for an answer.

  “Because--” he growled as my hands rested on his chest, “you are still recovering…” I hoped he stopped because he knew what a load of BS that was.

  “And I wasn’t the other night?”

  “The other night I should have been stronger. I shouldn’t have taken advantage.” My hands skated lower onto his stomach. “You… said you didn’t want this.”

  “I lied.” I looked up at him. “I want you.”

  My hand dropped down onto the front of his pants, the thrill of success and anticipation as my fingers found his hard length throbbing for my touch.

  “Fuck,” he rasped and in it I heard the end of his dissent.

  His mouth dropped to mine and my tongue immediately sought his. We devoured each other, needing more than what our clothes and present circumstances could accommodate. But that didn’t mean I didn’t have a plan.

  My hand teased him through his snowpants before finding their fastening. I made quick work of the zipper, eagerly reaching underneath the waistband of his briefs to feel his hardness.

  “You have no idea how much I want you,” he whispered against my mouth. Lightning struck throughout my body, leaving a tingling mess of desire in its wake. I tugged his briefs and pants down slightly, pulling his erection out slightly so that my hand had freedom to move. His hiss at the cold air on his cock was quickly transformed into a groan as I began to pump my fist down his hard, hot length. “Pretty fucking cold out here, gorgeous,” he laughed painfully.

  I smiled and grabbed his lower lip between my teeth, sucking it hard into my mouth before letting it go. “Have you learned nothing from me, Mr. Olsen?” He groaned as I fisted him harder, his hands coming to rest on my waist to steady himself as he tried to balance on the edge of his board so he didn’t slide into me.

  I stopped my hand, waiting for his eyes to shoot open to look at me.

  “Kissing keeps you warm.” I felt my inner muscles clench just from the look of confusion-shock-anticipation on his face. Was it possible to orgasm just from pleasuring someone else?

  I dropped to my knees right in front of his board, locking my lips around his tip.

  “Oh, fuck…” His hand speared into my hair as I took my time sucking him all the way into my mouth, knowing that the harsh transition from cold to hot must be exquisite. Once inside, I swallowed, letting my throat muscles caress his head, feeling it pulse and release a small taste of his desire against my tongue.

  He groaned my name, holding my head tight against him as my tongue licked and teased up his length as I took his cock in and out of my mouth. My own body was on edge knowing what I was doing to him, feeling his legs shake as his feet remained locked in his bindings, forced to keep his muscles flexed to stay balanced on the edge of his board even though they wanted to give way. His hips began to move, pushing himself against the back of my throat harder and faster.

  “I’m going to come, gorgeous,” he rasped, but I could feel the tremors in his erection before he even got the words out. In response, I slipped my hand down to cup him and he exploded. His shout echoed into the silence of the mountain as I felt his desire coat the inside of my mouth. He pumped into me, riding out his orgasm, and I swallowed every last drop, wanting to savor the delicious proof of how much he wanted me.

  Slowly sliding his erection out of my mouth, I quickly pulled his clothes up to shield him from the cold. Hazarding a glance up at him, I was met with the potent desire that clouded his eyes as he looked at me.

  “You…” He began hoarsely. I shot him my best confidently sexy smile before purposely licking my lips as I stood back up in front of him. “That was the fucking hottest thing I have ever done.” His words were like a caress on my self-conscious and sensitized soul. I bit my lip again and he immediately raised a hand, his thumb pulling the flesh from between my teeth, silently assessing the soft skin that had just ripped him apart.

  “We should go,” I murmured with a small smile. There weren’t too many riders that would venture this far off of the trail, but I didn’t want to take any more chances.

  I turned and took one step before his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back hard against his body. I lost my balance and I was surprised that he was able to remain standing—still being strapped to his board, his muscles overly exerted from what I’d just done.

  “What makes you think,” his voice caressed my ear, “that I’m just going to let you walk off without my turn?”

  Cold air rushed into my lungs as I sucked in a breath, feeling the palm that had been splayed against my stomach, drop to find its way underneath my jacket to the waistband of my pants.

  “Wyatt…” I moaned, feeling the clasp of my pants release from around my hips, “what if someone comes?”

  “Gorgeous, you were just on your knees with my dick inside your mouth.” He laughed harshly. “I don’t care who finds us; I’m not letting you down this mountain until you’ve had some part of me inside of you.”

  My head tipped back against his shoulder as his hand dove underneath the edge of my lace underwear and into my folds.

  “You are so wet for me,” he growled as he bit into my neck. “Soaked, gorgeous. You are soaked. God, I want to taste you again—taste your honey.”

  Somewhere inside of me his words registered as his fingers teased my clit. My hips pressed against his hand begging as I felt one finger enter me and it was just like the other night—his touch lighting matches, inciting me to explode. I moaned louder as another finger entered me. Before I had a chance to accommodate it, he pushed in a third, causing me to gasp his name.

  My knees weakened and I wondered who was this woman—standing on the side of a mountain, fully clothed, back pressed against one of the sexiest snowboarders in the world with his hand down her pants? If I thought secretly sucking him off on the mountain was sexy, I could only imagine the picture we painted right now—at first glance, probably innocuous. On further inspection, the cold and the layers were not enough to stop him from finding and taking my sex.

  “Mine,” he said harshly against my ear, making sure I heard him through the fog of my desire.

  “Am I?” The question coming from the part of me that ground against his hand, begging for more of everything—everything with him.

  “From the second. My lips. Tasted yours.” Each phrase was punctuated with his fingers plunging inside of me, sliding easily through my slickness to fill me. “Say it.
” A fourth finger. How was this possible? My body shuttered on the verge of fragmenting into a million pieces—unique and fragile like snowflakes; I was going to die from the pleasure—the fullness - I was sure of it. I was stretched and soaking and begging to be splintered.

  I panted, feeling my impending climax roll through me, liquefying every muscle in my body. “Yours,” I barely managed to get out. Then it was only two fingers delving completely inside of me, bending at the end to rub against that sweet spot. And if that wasn’t enough, his thumb pressed over my clit mercilessly.

  It was an earthquake and a tsunami. Multiple orgasms ravaging me from inside and out. I let the earth shatter around me and the waves of pleasure drown me with only Wyatt as my rock to hold me steady. My body came apart in a way I hadn’t known was possible—a way I hoped Wyatt’s touch knew how to put me back together.

  “I lied.” Ever so distantly I heard his words drift into me. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” It was hard to find the strength even for just a small laugh as my muscles continued to clench around him. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from me but I refused to move. I wanted to stay locked against him.

  “Now, we should go.” I peered up at him, his smile weakening my body again.

  Reluctantly, I forced my legs to work, buttoning my snowpants as I stumbled through back over to my board. I sat down to strap back in—there was no way I could do it standing right now, my limbs were jello. I heard him groan and what I saw when I looked over devastated me: Wyatt, watching me while he sucked the remains of my desire off of his fingers.

  “Something to hold me over.” He grinned seductively, pulling his goggles back over his devious eyes and starting back down the mountain.

  As soon as he was just out of sight, I tipped back into the cushion of the snow, one of those ridiculously happy, sated, irrevocably enthralled smiles bursting onto my face—the kind of smile that Allie (the one in the movie, not the one related to me) had during the whole “you’re a bird—I’m a bird” scene in ‘The Notebook’. Only we weren’t birds; we weren’t animals. We were a force of nature - a snowsquall; a tempest of wind and snow obliterating everything else around us.