The Winter Games

by Sharp, Dr. Rebecca

“Yeah, just trying to update him a little.” I tried to smile reassuringly. “You ready?”

  “I… they didn’t bring the check.”

  “I already paid, gorgeous.” I winked at her. I had them charge everything to the room. I wasn’t wasting any time tonight.

  “So, what’s my last surprise?” she asked eagerly as we walked out of the restaurant.

  Helping her with her coat, I kept a smile on my face as I led her out the rear entrance to the hotel, the one that led out by the lake.

  “This way.”

  Holding her tight to me, we walked a few more yards.

  When she saw the last surprise, she froze and her head jerked to mine.

  “Is this…” Her head flicked back and forth and I felt my smile growing even larger at how adorable she was, making a mental note to surprise her much more often. “Are you kidding?”

  “Not about this,” I said with a little too much sincerity considering what she knew – or didn’t know – at the moment. I glanced over to the horse-drawn sleigh that sat waiting for its passengers. The huge vehicle was ornately gilded with gold designs and even came complete with tiny bells strung along the sides. The horses were bundled as well with matching blankets and decorated ear-warmers. It looked like something that would have escorted around a Russian Czar.

  “I’m taking you on a sleigh ride under the stars,” I said hoarsely to her upturned face.

  “I love you,” she practically squealed, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me far too deeply for this early in the night.

  I adjusted myself when she made for the sleigh, loaded up with thick, faux-fur blankets inside to keep us warm.

  Once we were settled, the driver flicked the reigns and we were off, gently cruising over the snow alongside the frozen lake that shimmered with the moonlight.

  I couldn’t talk – both because my mind had started to race with what I was about to do and because I was perfectly content to just sit there and listen to her ‘ooos’ and ‘ahhhs’ as the majestic scenery passed by.

  The sleigh weaved through a small wooded area to a clearing that overlooked Lake Louise, the moon and stars perfectly visible on the cool, clear night. The driver pulled the horses to a halt – and my heart along with them.

  The driver jumped down from his seat and walked up to the front of the horses to give them a snack, leaving Channing and me in the privacy of the high-backed sleigh.

  “I can’t believe this, Wyatt,” she whispered. “This is the sweetest… most perfect thing… anyone has ever done for me.” Her eyes brimmed with tears of happiness and love. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

  My fingers fumbled in my pocket, searching for the ring box. Thankfully, the blankets kept my movements concealed.

  “I told you once, gorgeous,” I said hoarsely, refusing to let go of her gaze, “that I have more sweet truths for you that the sky has stars.”

  “And that I don’t need to wish on them for them to come true.”

  I smiled as she finished the memory. “I wished on one tonight though,” I continued softly, shifting in the seat so that I could face her confusion more directly, “I wished on one because I have one more truth for you.”

  “Wyatt…” Her forehead furrowed, her mind completely blank as to where I was going with this.

  “The truth is, Channing, I can’t live without you. And more than that, I don’t want to live without you.”

  I stayed focused on her brilliant blue eyes as I pushed the blankets off of me, slowly, albeit awkwardly, sliding to the floor of the carriage. It wasn’t the ideal place to kneel, but I was going to make it work.

  The farther down I got, the more her mouth fell open.

  “The truth is that I love you with everything that I am and everything that you’ve made me and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Her hand rose to cover her mouth and the gasp that slipped from him. “Channing Lily Ryder, I wished on the stars tonight that you’d give me one sweet word – one sweet truth.” The words spilled from my mouth even though my tongue and throat felt so thick I didn’t think it was possible. My hands held up the box and flipped the lid open, the giant diamond sparkling even in the moonlight. “I wished that you’d tell me you’ll marry me.”

  She did nothing for a moment except move her eyes back and forth from mine to the ring that I held before her. With each blink, another tear slipped down her cheek. After what felt like hours even though it was probably only a second or two, her hand that was over her mouth fell and a watery smile bloomed over her face.

  “Yes!” she said as she reached for me, nearly knocking me back as her arms wrapped around her neck and she kissed me, the sweetness of her love mixing with the saltiness of her happy tears. “You never had to wish for that. I was always yours forever.”

  I never thought I could feel this happy.

  Cupping her face, I kissed her like I loved her – with everything I had.

  When we finally pulled back, I chuckled softly and said, “So, can I put this ring on your finger now, Future Mrs. Milk-Frother?”

  She giggled and handed me her left hand. “Only if we can officially change our names to that,” she teased.

  Pulling the single oval three carat solitaire from its seat, I slid it down her ring finger for a perfect fit.

  I couldn’t look at it – all I could see was her and the way she stared at her finger, the ring sparkling on its new home.

  Her face jerked up to mine, eyes wide.

  “What is it?” I wondered immediately that something was wrong with it. Maybe she didn’t like it.

  “Do you…” She broke off and swallowed. “Do you think this will fit underneath my snow gloves?

  The seriousness disappeared from her face as she laughed. I hung my head, laughing, too, before I climbed back up next to her, pulling the blankets back over us.

  “Are you sassing me, gorgeous?” She gave me that cheeky smirk that immediately sent my dick into full-on steel mode. I leaned in to whisper, “I don’t know if the ring will fit underneath them, but I will tell you that as soon as we get back to the room, my dick is going to fit right underneath your dress. He has his own plans for proposing to your tight little pussy.”

  And her sass was silenced. From that moment on, the ride back down to the hotel couldn’t go fast enough.

  She squealed as I picked her up and carried her down the hall to our room. Kicking the door shut behind me, I completely ignored the champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries that I’d arranged to be waiting for us. I could care less about them now, I had something much sweeter in my arms.

  As soon as I set her down, her arms twined around my neck and her lips crushed to mine and her body plastered against me.

  She still tasted like the chocolate from her dessert and I wanted to savor every drop. She was mine. Her mouth was mine. And I kissed her as such – laying claim to every sweet inch with my tongue and teeth.

  My hands reached for the zipper in the back of her dress, freeing her from the tight fabric. Groaning, I stepped back when I felt her hands press against my chest.

  With a dick-swelling smile that she probably didn’t even know she possessed, her eyes, now a blue that was drowning in desire, held mine as she peeled the dress off of her, letting it fall to the floor and reveal the lace onesie.

  It hurt to breathe. It hurt to move. She was so beautiful. Confidence and sass wrapped up in a stunningly sexy package. That was my future wife.

  She stood there and let me take in the sight – my present to myself. The way the flimsy cups held her breasts and managed to push them up almost to spilling out. The lace design almost dark enough to conceal the pink of her nipples, but thin enough to show just how hard they were, begging to be sucked. And the way it rode up along the tops of her legs, showing me the strong and sculpted muscles that would soon be wrapped around my waist…

  “Fuck,” I swore, my hand jerking to my dick and adjusting it in my pants.

  Her smi
le grew as she watched me move, my pants turning into tracing paper the way they showed the outline of the long ridge of my arousal.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Mrs. Milk-Frother,” I rasped, trying to hold myself for just a second longer to soak in the sight.

  “I’m not your Mrs., yet,” she teased, one hand rising to trace around her nipple.

  “No,” I agreed with a tight smile, my body humming. “But you are mine.”

  I stepped towards her, swallowing her gasping in my mouth as I ravaged hers. Tearing my lips away from her drug, I grinned the way I left her mouth red and swollen from my kiss.

  Dropping to my knees, I put myself eyelevel with her tits. The lace was so fine. Begging to be ripped. But I knew she’d be upset. Plus, my mind had a dozen other ways it wanted to fuck her in this so ruining it now wasn’t an option.

  My fingers tugged down the lace of both cups, making sure to brush over her turgid nipples in the process; her breasts were now bare and begging before me.

  “All mine,” I growled before I pulled one peak between my lips, laving over the velvety firm nub.

  My hands steadied her waist. I knew the way my tongue flicked over her nipple was shooting straight to her pussy; I’d made her come from this alone before. Her hands plastered to my head pulling me closer. I sucked as much of her perfectly small tit into my mouth as I could, enjoying her tortured cry when I popped the suction free to stare at her red, glistening nipple – all angry that I’d let it go.

  “I told you I was going to get my dessert later,” I said with a quick nip on the underside of her breast before I pushed her back until her knees hit the end of the bed and she sat. “Lay back, gorgeous,” I demanded. “The only thing I want to hear from you is the sweet truth you gave me earlier.”

  She followed my instructions as I spread her legs wide. The bottom of the onesie had a small hook that closed it. The lace was drenched before I even unhooked it, pushing the material back so that her glistening and swollen folds were before me. My mouth watered as I smelled the sweet scent of her desire.

  God, I’d been waiting all day for a taste.

  I blew over her slit and she gasped as more moisture seeped from between her folds. With a self-satisfied growl, I pressed my tongue flat at the base of her pussy and licked all the way up to her clit, giving that delicious little bud a hard flick before I pulled back.

  “All mine.” Every last dripping inch of her.

  “Yes.” It turned into a moan when I covered her with my mouth, holding her hips firmly to keep them from jerking off the bed.

  I devoured her. I destroyed her with my tongue and teeth and then rebuilt her with my name engraved in the walls of her sex as they squeezed my tongue.

  She whimpered my name as two fingers joined my tongue, pushing deep inside of her. I held them there, giving her body something to squeeze as I rolled and flicked her clit like it was my favorite kind of mint.

  She spiraled violently, quaking against me as her orgasm built. I kept my fingers steady while I worshipped her tender bud, making sure not to curl into that sweet spot deep inside of her that I was reserving for my dick.

  I needed her to shatter because I needed to be inside her, my erection caged painfully against the front of my pants.

  My name from her lips was a plea and a curse as I sucked her clit into my mouth, the relentless pull throwing her into her climax whether she was ready for it or not.

  Her scream drowned out my groan. Desire was literally running down my palm and dripping onto the floor. She was soaking and I was dying to feel all that wetness drench right through my cock.

  I kissed her clit before I pulled back to rip off my clothes, not caring if any of mine ended up ruined in my haste.

  Bending over her, I kissed her, letting her taste just how much she wanted me from my tongue. Resting on one arm, my other hand found her breast, plumping, teasing.

  “Mine?” I rasped.

  “Yes,” she responded, arching her hips up against where my dick was trapped between us.

  “Put me inside you,” I commanded, pinning her stare.

  “No condom?”

  “I’m claiming every last part of you tonight, gorgeous. I want to mark every last inch of you, including all the inside inches. Especially all the inside inches.” My hand trailed down over her lace covered stomach, my fingers finding her clit again as I continued, “’Yes’ is forever. And forever means I get to see my ring on your finger and your pussy sopping wet with my cum. Every fucking day, gorgeous. Forever is our future and I’ll be ecstatic if I fuck a baby into you tonight because I want it all. Everything. With you.”

  The look on her face said that she couldn’t decide whether to be moved to tears from my speech or whether she was going to need to ride my cock all night to get her desire out of her system.

  “Yes?”

  She licked her lips. “Yes.”

  “Good,” I said gruffly, my dick really not pleased with how long I’d made it wait. “Now put me inside you before I can’t take it anymore.”

  Bright red, plump lips parted as she reached between us and grasped my erection. Hottest fucking sight ever – to see her tiny hand wrapped around my huge cock, the giant ring I’d just claimed her with sparkling in the light.

  She moved the engorged, purple head to her entrance that was still hot and soaked from my mouth. I hissed feeling her heat scald my skin as she slipped the tip inside of her.

  “So fucking tight, gorgeous. And hot. And wet. And… God… everything.” I was panting, the feeling of her pussy stretching around my naked cock as I slid further inside.

  She propped her legs up on the edge of the bed, letting me sink deeper into her.

  In her, I’d found heaven.

  My lips crashed onto hers as I began to slam into her. I couldn’t stop myself, the delicious slide of my cock against her, forcing her muscles out of the way so that I could hit her G-spot with each thrust.

  She stopped kissing me back, her mouth just open to mine for the taking as she stopped being able to focus on anything else except her approaching climax. My arousal swelled further, but she was so wet that I slid in and out of her like it was the only thing we were made to do.

  “Tell me again,” I begged roughly into her mouth as I drove into her hot, tight pussy. “I want the word again as you come.”

  She whimpered and I felt her orgasm building swiftly like a summer storm, about to crack and drench me when it broke. My body was coated with a fine layer of sweat, trying to hold back my own release – a feat that was becoming harder and harder with every second that her sex clenched around me.

  Her nails bug into my back and my teeth sunk into the soft skin at the base of her neck.

  Fuck.

  I couldn’t hold on any longer. My hips rammed against hers, shoving my dick all the way against her womb over and over again.

  “Say you’ll be mine.” The words fell from my lips as I felt myself falling.

  And then I heard her.

  “Yes!” she gasped as she came.

  All mine.

  It sent me over the edge. My cock erupted inside her as her core stroked it with the waves of her climax. I groaned, feeling my orgasm shoot out of me, coating her, and mixing with her own desire.

  I collapsed on top of her with my heart feeling like it was going to beat right out of my chest. For minutes, my arousal pumped out enough cum that I probably would have broken a condom had I worn one. I felt the way her desire and mine leaked down over my balls and dripped onto the floor.

  “That was…” she whispered, her eyelids peeling open like they weighed a hundred pounds.

  “Forever,” I finished hoarsely.

  I still couldn’t believe it. I stared at the ring as I lay on Wyatt’s chest. He’d carried me to the bathroom and cleaned me up after the hottest sex ever.

  Yes, I was going to make that claim.

  No, I did not care that, aside from Wyatt, I had virtually no experience.

 
My body still hummed with the latent effects of that last orgasm.

  He’d cleaned me, wrapped me in one of the plush robes, and then proceeded to feed me strawberries and champagne until I was so sated and relaxed that I made a pillow out of his chest. In a daze, I lay there, listening to his heart beat and staring at my engagement ring.

  I bit my lip to keep from chuckling.

  Who would have thought that Tomboy Channing would be in love and engaged six months ago? Not me.

  I was beyond happy.

  I was the word beyond happy that still had another century before it was invented.

  Tomorrow.

  Tomorrow I’d call and tell my family. Tonight was ours.

  “I love you,” I said softly, tilting my eyes up to get lost in his.

  “I promise to give you sweet truths, every day, for the rest of your life gorgeous,” he rasped, his voice even deeper from how spent he was. He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “But the only sweet truth that matters, is that I love you, Channing. Forever.”

  I smiled and let my eyes drift shut.

  Heaven wasn’t on the mountain.

  Heaven wasn’t up in the air.

  Heaven was in his arms.

  THE END

  This book means a lot to me. Ok, ok, they all do. But this one is special to me because it hits so close to home. I’m not good at sports. None of them except snowboarding. Snowboarding has been my passion ever since the first year I could join ski club. From that point forward, winter became synonymous with the mountain. I’d rather be cold than hot, on the snow rather than on the sand. I am no expert that is for sure, but I do love this sport. I hope this book—aside from the love story—gives you a sense of just how much the mountain means to me.

  M.W.—Thanks for agreeing to take snowboarding lessons with me the first year we did ski club—over 15 years ago. (We won’t be too specific haha.) Here’s to all the mountain dew and lodge food and hot chocolate (but only from the lower lodge!) that we lived on during the season. Remember the time we snowboarded with bunny ears on? #snowbunnies. What else? The bra tree? Hidden flasks? Risking our lives to make it to the mountain for the fresh snow. Oh, and here’s to the time we got caught on Cliffhanger (a double black) that was a sheet of ice and you broke my tailbone. I still love you.