The Winter Games

by Sharp, Dr. Rebecca

  “Christ, you’re fucking tighter than when I took your virginity, J-bird.” I bit my lip to stop another whimper of discomfort from seeping out, watching the strain of pleasure against pain cross over his face. It wasn’t hurting him, but it was hurting me—and that was why his jaw clenched and unclenched with the pain of restraint.

  It felt like the first time all over again.

  It some ways, it kind of was. But, in this way I was totally not expecting it.

  I gasped as he pushed in slightly farther and my body pulled back in reflex to the intrusion.

  “Fuck. I can’t do this. Let’s—“

  Before he could finish, I wound my legs around his waist and locked my ankles together. His cock slipped in deeper because of my movement, the angle giving him better access. It stung for a second before the pain dulled to a pulsing burn. I didn’t care about the pain. I needed him.

  “I’m ok, Chance. Please.” I tightened my legs around him and my fingers dug deeper into his shoulders. I’m holding on to a rock at the edge of the volcano that’s about erupt.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.” He growls as his cock throbbed inside of me.

  “You aren’t hurting me,” I breathed the words out. “I’m just not used to…” I hissed as he pushed in again.

  “Such a huge dick?” He ground out with a tight smile. I rolled my eyes and let out a small laugh—the subtle movement made him wince. “I’m trying to go slow here, J-bird, but fuck, you are strangling me.”

  Relaxing my legs slightly, I gave him room to move. I also gave him room to touch. His fingers found my burning clit, stroking over it. I was right—I was utterly drenched; he was just that large. My eyes drifted shut under the onslaught of the steady pressure filling me as his fingers slipped easily back and forth over my sex.

  I was wet, so wet down there. He flexed his hips again, sliding much farther in—almost all the way. My eyes sprang open, feeling him just brush against the spot inside of me that feeds all of my desire.

  “I need you,” I whispered. In more ways than this. But definitely this way.

  I arched again and he slid home with a strangled curse. Gasping, I watched the tendons in his neck and shoulders and arm all tense in perfect unison. His face shadowed, a second of struggle gracing his chiseled, controlled features.

  And then we began to move.

  It had been like our first time all over again—and now, this part was what I remembered.

  He rocked into me—in and out—in long, demanding strokes. I felt him knocking against my womb and brushing over my G-spot. My nails dug into his shoulder and his hand disappeared from between us. Our hips slammed together violently—like a demolition derby.

  Who would be destroyed first?

  “Oh God. Chance…” I chanted over and over again, his name set to the melody of my moans.

  He shouldn’t have been pushing all the way inside of me—I knew because that last inch was painful; with every thrust he hit something inside of me that should never be reached. But I craved it because the pain and pleasure were woven together like sexual DNA—and it was only the combination that made me come alive.

  I watched sweat bead on his chest as his face drew tight, his eyes locking on my breasts as they bounced with every jab up into my stomach. My entire body burned and it fueled him on—my moans, my pleasure, and my gush of desire that coated his cock, they all made him pump faster, harder into me.

  My hips angled up to meet his, leaving no space between us. I gasped in air as my toes began to tingle and I knew I was going to come. The tingling moved higher—making me lose feeling in every other part of my body except where we were joined. I opened my mouth, maybe to moan, maybe to scream, maybe to warn him, but nothing came out. And then his eyes shut and I knew he didn’t need to know because he was in the exact same place. He shouted as I climaxed around him.

  My whole body spasmed as that helix of pain and pleasure made my core come alive at the expense of the rest of my body. A few more erratic thrusts, the rotation of his hips, and Chance threw his head back with a strangled groan as his orgasm erupted through him. Watching him brought new waves of pleasure through my sex and I moaned as he continued to push into me, wringing every last drop from his cock.

  For minutes, our bodies pulsed in unison—his heart, his cock, my sex, my heart—a sexual synchronicity that brought order to the chaos.

  This moment hadn’t changed; the moment where I never wanted him to leave me, where I wanted him to stay inside of me. The wave of longing for this was a familiar suffocation on my senses. And just like before, I knew it wasn’t possible. Then, because there was the chance one or multiple adults would find us; now, because we were the adults.

  With the same expression that I’d seen cross his face when trying to lift something that put undue strain on his muscles, Chance slowly slipped out of me. The loss of him felt like someone had just blown a cannonball-sized hole through my body because that’s how big of a chunk it felt like was missing.

  I shouldn’t have felt embarrassed, lying there with my legs spread like an open invitation, but there was a small part of me that did. It had been eight years. Pushing myself up onto jellied legs, I reached for some paper towels.

  It was the silence that prompted my uncharacteristic cleanliness. Wetting the towel, I knelt down and began to scrub the floor where our desire had left its marks, wiping away what was really a reminder—a reminder that another piece of me now belonged to him.

  Because, let’s face it, we all knew my heart had been the first piece to go. Traitor.

  This hadn’t been the fucking plan.

  Well, fucking her had been. The part where I no longer cared about what happened with Frost—even before she told me the truth—was not though.

  I never wanted to hear about that night—not from anyone, especially not from her. And now that I did, I had eight fucking years of feelings to rewrite. Anger, sadness, regret, love—all those feelings still belonged, but differently. It was complex and I wasn’t going to deal with it tonight.

  Tonight was simple. I wanted her. I needed her. I needed to be inside of her and take back what was mine. Yeah, knowing that she hadn’t felt a damn thing for Frost had liberated some of the anger inside of me but even after eight years of feeling nothing but that anger at what she’d done, it was nothing compared to the need I had for her.

  And after what just happened, that need wasn’t going away any time soon. It was like watching your favorite movie for the second time. The first time, there are certain things that make you fall in love with it and you think that the second time will be no different. Until you watch it again and you find so many more nuances, things that you missed, things that you’d overlooked, things that you thought you saw but look completely different with the perspective of familiarity. All of these things make how you feel about it deeper and more complex.

  That was what was happening to me. All of these things I thought I knew about her, thought that I remembered about being with her, tasting her, touching her—they were all the same, yet more—drawing me deeper into her tornado.

  “Leave it,” I rasped, watching as she attempted to wipe the hardwood—completely naked—from where I’d just fucked the living shit out of her.

  Jesus. And I was ready to go again.

  Her head whipped to me, but kept scrubbing with the paper towel.

  “I’m almost done.” Defiance. Synonym for Jessa Madison.

  Resting my elbow on the counter, I watched my naked Cinderella clean the floor. My dick thickening at the way her tits bounced as she moved. If possible, she was even hotter than she’d been in high school—her hips slightly wider, her tits slightly larger, and her nipples a tanned pink. Pink waves cascaded down her back—mostly dry now.

  She stood and I reached to take the paper towel from her. She switched the wad into her other hand before reaching out so I could take it from her. Strange.

  “Which bed?” I asked, tossing it in the trash.


  “Chance—“

  “Jessa,” I growled knowing she was about to suggest that we sleep in separate rooms after what just happened, “did I actually just fuck your brains out? Because that’s the only scenario in which I could understand why you think I would let you out of my fucking reach right now.”

  Her brow furrowed as she tried to keep her eyes on mine, but I saw the way they kept drifting to my dick that was not shrinking in spite of all the effort that we’d just put in.

  She licked her lips and I felt my cock twitch. I won. “Yours. I promised Ally that I would keep her bed… clean.”

  A grin spread over my face. “So, you knew you were going to sleep with me?”

  “No!” Such a fucking lie. And the blush that spread all over her body was just as effective as a lie detector test. “She just… made me promise. Just in case, I guess.”

  She shrugged, pink hair slipping over her shoulder and brushed in front of her nipple.

  “If she wasn’t my baby sister…”

  “Don’t,” she chided me.

  “So, my bed it is. Again.” I smirked. “Although you looked a little different the last time you were in it.” I walked over to her, putting my hands on her hips and directing her back in the direction of the door to the basement.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I loved when her voice became breathless.

  It seemed horrible that I loved knowing I stole the goddamn air from her lungs, but I didn’t care. All I wanted her to eat, breathe, sleep, and feel was me.

  “Tats, J-bird.” Chuckling, I raised a hand to flick her nipple—the one that sat below what looked like coordinates on her chest. “Don’t worry, the rest of you is better than I fucking remember.” Leaning down, I whispered against her ear, “And I have the rest of the night to prove it to you.”

  She squealed when I hoisted her into my arms, but quickly wrapped her legs around my waist just like I wanted. Throwing the door open, I let her sex slide against my dick as I carried her down to my room.

  “What changed?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “What changed your mind about my moving to Texas with you? Something happened. That hadn’t even been a thought in your mind—and for good fucking reason. What. The. Hell. Happened?” I asked and then waited, pausing at the door to my room.

  I wouldn’t admit to what her confession had made me feel. I was already struggling that my plan for revenge was quickly going to shit. Hearing that she’d forced a kiss with Frost because of me… because she didn’t want to be a burden to me.

  Christ, if that wasn’t the hottest, yet most hurtful thing I’d ever heard.

  All these years… for nothing…

  I was right. I could tell by the way her head ducked and her response was delayed.

  “I wasn’t thinking,” she mumbled. “I was excited for school—to pursue my career. I was excited about you and about us. No,” she paused, “not excited—overwhelmed. Consumed. I was getting everything that I could possibly want.”

  My fingers tipped her chin up. The truth shimmered just like the gold in her eyes.

  “Who told you it wasn’t what I wanted?” I could read between the lines. “Was it Channing?”

  I would have her fucking head—sister or not. My stomach clenched at the thought. Never in a million years did I think something could top the love I had for my siblings—for my twin—but Jessa… I shuddered at the hold she had over me

  She had the power to save me or to break me—an indescribable omnipotence.

  “No,” she sighed. “It was Nick.”

  Goddammit. Of course, it would be Frost—it would always be Frost.

  “What did he say?” I ground out, throwing the door open and carrying her inside.

  “He didn’t tell me to leave you. Or do what I did.” She gasped as I sat down on the bed, keeping her in my lap with her legs locked around my waist. Even though anger and betrayal floated around us in this conversation, it only magnified the way her sex slid over my cock. “He just brought up that maybe I hadn’t considered all of this from your perspective,” she continued and I watched her throat as she gulped. “And I hadn’t.”

  My lips curled. I was going to have a word with my friend. Fuck that. I was going to have more than a word.

  “Don’t,” she demanded, glaring at me even as her hips unconsciously rubbed against mine.

  “Seriously? Don’t fucking defend him.”

  “I’m not, Chance. But it was my choice. What I did—it was my decision. I could have—should have—talked to you. Maybe. I-I honestly don’t know. I don’t know anymore.” Her body shuddered against mine. And while the movement made my dick swell against her stomach,

  Fuck if I didn’t break watching how tortured she was making herself over this. My hand cupped the back of her neck and I rained kisses along her jawline, her cheek, her eyelids, her nose, in a poor attempt to kiss away her self-loathing.

  “I don’t know when it happened—when I assumed it was ok for you to give up everything for me without question. It’s like I forgot about your dream,” she murmured shakily.

  I couldn’t take her tone. So, I did the only thing that I knew would derail her train of thought by fusing my lips over hers. There was hurt here, but there was also healing. There was also the fucking freedom to finally give in to our desire for each other. Finally.

  “No more tonight,” I growled against her lips. “No more Frost.” As if it wasn’t obvious anyway.

  She whimpered in agreement before her teeth tore into my lip, needing my kiss. Her hips rotated against mine, her hot honey sliding down the length of my dick.

  “Is your pussy hungry again, J-bird?” I growled into her mouth. “I feel her salivating all over my cock.”

  “So hungry,” she moaned, as I reached for another condom from the nightstand.

  “So fucking hungry,” I rasped as my lips crushed her already-swollen ones.

  And she responded with a vengeance—as though she needed to give me back everything that she’d ripped away from me. And as though she needed me to fuck away every ounce of despair that she’d carried with her all this time.

  Death: Feared and misunderstood, this card symbolically represents the end of a major phase or aspect of your life that brings about something far more valuable and important. You must close one door to open another.

  IT WAS STRANGE TO THINK about, but I felt like my body was going through an emotional anniversary that my brain couldn’t find the words to describe. I felt the memories in my bones, through my veins, on my skin, and beating from my heart. But they weren’t just memories, they were also the present. Truthfully, it felt like there was no time, there was only Chance. It was unnerving at first, but now I embraced it—I allowed it and told my brain to have patience, that it would eventually catch up.

  The past few days had been something out of a dream. I mean, the sex—definitely. The way I’d walked into work on Tuesday, my colleagues probably thought that I should have been a patient rather than an instructor—a sight that Chance supremely enjoyed during his appointment. I’d wanted to be irritated about it, but when he repeatedly promised to massage all my muscles later that night, I couldn’t find the strength to suppress my anticipation, let alone fake irritation at his gloating.

  More than the mind and body-numbing sex, there was everything else. There will always be those people in life where you can go without seeing them for years, and at your first reunion, it’s like no time has passed. Yeah, it was kind of like that. There was still a lot to be said about our past, but we didn’t force it out like a therapy session. Feelings, truths, they all came out comfortably as we both began to trust in the safety of what was being rebuilt between us.

  I stared absentmindedly at Kyle and Monroe talking at the other end of the gym. She’d moved on to the stage where she was pretending not to give a shit that Chance didn’t give a shit about her—the stage where she tried to provoke his jealousy by flirting with Kyle when it
was time for Chance to get here.

  Sorry, sweetheart. That only works for me.

  And even I hadn’t done it on purpose.

  I bit my lip, trying to hide my smile as my blue-eyed ghost walked into the gym—confidently, like he owned the place or maybe it was just because he owned me.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” he rasped. I put my hand up on his chest. This had been our little routine. He would come up to me like he was about to kiss me in front of the world, and I would put my hand on his heart to stop him because this was my work and I didn’t want anyone (like Monroe) to accuse me of being unprofessional. Chance knew it too—and he wouldn’t have kissed me—but he did it to let me know that he wanted to.

  And that sent small fireworks out from my heart.

  “Hey,” I whispered back with a small smile, losing myself in the sky of his eyes. It was hard to remember that we were in a public place and that there were other people around. Really hard.

  His phone buzzed and broke the moment. Pulling it from his pocket, he looked at the number before immediately ending the call.

  “You’re a few minutes early, you could have answered it,” I said, stepping back a little as I realized just how close we’d been standing.

  “I’m not answering Frost.” His tone was curt and immediately, my mind wondered.

  “Has he called before?” I asked and followed with, “Have you been ignoring him all week?”

  Out of all the things, we hadn’t really revisited Nick’s role in all of this. In my mind, it was ancillary even if it had been inciting.

  “Yes.” I assumed that was his answer to both questions. “I don’t trust myself to talk to that fucker right now.”

  His body hardened in defiance as we walked over to the mats for him to stretch out before we began his exercises. I shivered, feeling Monroe’s angry stare on my back. Even though I made sure there was no PDA, it was clear that something had changed between Chance and me and her jealousy because of it was like acid; for a second, I pitied her because the only person it was eating away at was herself.