The Winter Games

by Sharp, Dr. Rebecca

  She had on a slightly tighter pair of jeans than she had worn yesterday, a white tank, and a half-buttoned flannel shirt. I’d caught her in the hallway earlier, stopping in her old room to pull out from the closet a pair of cowboy boots that she was now wearing. Her hair was braided, but not in the tight braid that she usually wore—it was loose with pieces slipping out from the sides flying in front of her face with the breeze.

  She was still Tammy, but she was more the Tammy who’d shown up at my front door a few weeks ago, frantic, upset… human. The memory made my stomach clench—not only because I still didn’t know the cause, but because I’d been the one she’d turned to in her moment of weakness—in the moment when she felt imperfect, a part of her knew that she could still come to me.

  A shot of desire rolled through me.

  Fuck, I missed her.

  Yesterday, we’d been in the car and then with her family. Today, she’d been running around all day to help with the party. I’d barely talked to her, let alone touched her.

  I needed to touch her. I needed to hold her. I needed to be inside of her.

  The setting sun burned the sky red as it bled onto the horizon and finally, the mass of family and friends who’d shown up for the party began to leave or disappear inside the house. I could tell that there wasn’t going to be any corner of privacy inside for the rest of the night. Hell, at this rate, I wasn’t going to get her alone until we got back to Colorado tomorrow and that was far too fucking long from now.

  My thoughts broke when a hand touched my shoulder.

  “Do you want me to put her to bed?” Jenny asked quietly, Lila fast asleep in her arms. It was no wonder. She’d been going non-stop all day.

  “That would be great, thank you,” I said, following her quick glance behind me. When I looked back, she was already halfway up to the house.

  What had that glance shown me? Tammy… who was leading the last two ponies who’d been out giving pony rides back down the path to the barn that sat a good seventy-five yards from the house. Why had she looked? Because the lights were off inside which meant that, aside from the animals, I’d been granted my wish.

  Tammy. To myself.

  THE BARN WAS MASSIVE—A size that was hard to gauge from the house, but when you were in it, it felt like a mansion. For animals. It wasn’t red, instead more of a muddy red-brown with huge doors at either end—one on the East and one on the West. Along the sides were stalls; it looked to be at least twenty on each. I expected it to smell like shit—sorry, manure—but mostly I just smelled the sweet musk of hay and horse broken up with the crisp smoky breeze that blew through the walkway.

  Leaning against the barn door, I watched as she led the second pony into his stall three doors down, walking him all the way around the back and then into the corner before she took his halter off, patting his neck reverently. I forgot the name of this one… Butterball… Buttercup… some cute shit like that.

  “Busy day, Priss?” I drawled as she stepped out of the stall, jumping slightly at my presence.

  Her hand flew to her chest. “You scared me.”

  What you do to me scares me, I wanted to say.

  “Sorry,” I said, walking up to her as she reached down into a bucket and pulled out a brush.

  “It’s okay.” A small smile flashed on her face before she disappeared back into the stall with the horse that nibbled at the hay on the ground.

  “I’ll get you some fresh food in a minute, Buttercup.” I heard her say softly to the animal as she began to brush him down, her head tipping over her shoulder to say to me, “Lila looked like she had a blast today.”

  “Oh, she did.” I chuckled and then stepped into the stall, pausing and waiting for her to tell me step back—but she didn’t. “Jenny put her to bed. She was completely passed out. But she was all over the place, so I’m not surprised. Now, I just have to figure out a way to turn down her requests to live on a ranch that I’m sure to get, oh, every day for the foreseeable future.”

  She laughed softly. “And what about you, Mr. Frost? From mountain man to cowboy. I saw you try the lasso competition.”

  I knew she’d been watching which is why I’d been immeasurably proud when I swung the rope around the saddle horn on only the third attempt. It was all beginner’s fucking luck, so I walked away after that, but not before sending her a wink. She’d blushed and then disappeared before I could approach her. It was just one example of how she’d been subtly avoiding me all day.

  “Not too bad for a beginner. Did you enjoy your first rodeo?” she asked, turning back to the task in front of her.

  I stood mesmerized by the repetitive strokes of the brush that she ran over the horse’s neck and down onto his back. And then my feet carried me closer to her until I was just barely an inch behind her.

  “Not really,” I said hoarsely.

  She spun around and gasped as the movement put her directly in my arms. I let out a small groan when my hands found the soft warmth of her waist.

  “Not really?” Her upturned face looked so heartbroken that I almost felt bad for teasing her this way. But I’d been suffering all day.

  “I didn’t enjoy it because I didn’t get to spend any time with you,” I rasped, my thumbs searching underneath the edge of her shirt for skin; I needed to feel her skin.

  Her expression softened in relief with a wisp of sadness.

  My forehead dropped to hers, our breaths mingling in the slight chill of the air.

  “What are you doing to me?” I rasped, my eyes squeezing shut for a second.

  “I-I don’t know, Nick,” she said breathlessly. Her empty hand came up to rest on my chest and my heart beat toward it; my own fucking heart wanted to leave me to be with her. “But I think it’s the same thing that you do to me…”

  I groaned. I couldn’t stop my lips as they claimed her parted ones, my tongue slipping right inside to the sweet, honeyed warmth that it missed. I kissed her slowly, exploring every inch that had been kept from me for days. She was the sweetest drug I’d ever done. And the most addictive. Now that I’d let myself have her, there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to need rehab in order to let her go.

  “Not here,” she whispered against my mouth.

  As if it understood, the horse behind her snorted his agreement.

  My grip on her waist went lax even though my body thrummed with need for her. She stepped around me and out of the stall.

  “I think he would have enjoyed the show,” I grumbled jokingly as I walked past her, letting her shut and lock the stall door behind me. Facing away from her, I adjusted my heavy cock in my jeans that were way too fucking tight right now. Two days was too long.

  Her scolding stare shot to mine even as her face flushed. “It’s a she,” Priss mumbled as she licked her lips and tossed the brush back in the basket. I watched as she glanced back to me. “Come with me.”

  My eyebrows rose as I followed a few steps behind her as she made her way to the far end of the barn where the setting sun created drastic and dramatic shadows down the hall. Veering to the left, she moved into a small hallway that I hadn’t noticed and began climbing the ladder up to the hayloft.

  So that’s how you got up there.

  Grabbing the worn wooden rungs, I hoisted myself up after her. Reaching the top, I saw her standing at the giant open window, her arms resting on the banister. There was no glass, so the wind blew gently against her, pushing the loosened strands of hair away from her face. I covered my mouth and coughed because she looked so damn beautiful it made my chest ache

  Christ, she was so beautiful, inside and out.

  In awe, I walked over to her, stopping at her side.

  “It’s a perfect sunset tonight,” she murmured, waiting for me to look out at the scene before us—reds, oranges, and yellows filtered in through my periphery, but nothing was as vibrant as she was with the warm flush on her face and the unsteady rise and fall of her chest.

  I couldn’t look away.

>   My hand came up and tucked one of those honey-colored strays behind her ear before I trailed down over her braid and pulled the tie from the end. She sighed as I freed her hair to let it fall free down her back; her eyes fluttered shut.

  “You’re almost fucking perfect,” I whispered, my finger now trailing along the edge of her ear.

  “Why almost?” she breathed. “Always almost…”

  “Almost because you’re not mine,” I answered hoarsely. Painfully. Bitterly.

  She shuddered underneath my fingers. “Nick…”

  “I want you to be mine, Tammy,” I growled. “I want the fucking moon.”

  And then I hauled her against me, my mouth crashing down on hers to resume its onslaught. I kissed her like I could keep her. Like with each flick and sweep of my tongue I added one more link in the chain that tethered the two of our broken souls together.

  I spun her to face out the window, burying my mouth in her neck. There were so many things I wanted to do right now—things I’d thought about doing all day. But the sunset gave me something that I hadn’t planned, a beautiful show to accompany the array of pleasure

  “You worked so hard today, Priss,” I rasped. Her head fell back against my shoulder, giving me better access to the soft skin of her throat. “Did you miss me?”

  I ground my hips against her ass, her arms reaching out to steady herself on the banister.

  “I tried not to,” she admitted weakly.

  With one hand, I flicked open the few buttons on the front of her shirt, skating up the soft cotton tee to its neckline where my fingers found the warm swell of her breasts.

  “But I did,” she continued, sucking in a breath. “Too much.”

  Thank fuck.

  It released on a moan when my hand dove beneath the remaining layers to cup her heavy flesh, rolling her tight nipple between my fingers. God, she was going to be soaking. Soon, I’d have her hard flesh in my mouth, sucking on those dusky, pink peaks until they burned red.

  My other hand worked underneath her shirt along the edge of her jeans, quickly unbuttoning them. My teeth sunk into the side of her neck when my fingers slipped into her dripping hot folds.

  “You did miss me, Priss. Holy shit did you miss me.” It was the most humbling and erotic thing every time I found her soaking for me. The one woman who hadn’t looked twice at me for however many years was now the woman who melted in anticipation of my touch.

  She moaned, arching into my fingers. I couldn’t believe this was real—that I was doing this—with Perfect Little Miss Priss, and in the fucking barn at her parent’s ranch.

  I rubbed over her clit the way I’d found set her on fire. Tammy’s body responded like it had been made for me—like her pleasure only came from me. I held the fucking keys and at this point, there was no fucking way I was handing them over to anyone else.

  Her ass rubbed rhythmically against my cock that burned to be where my fingers were—sliding in and out of her and around that swollen nub.

  “Watch that sunset, Priss,” I growled into her ear, nudging her head up. “The most perfect thing I’ve ever seen,” I continued as I stared at her.

  “Mmm… Nick…” she moaned, and I knew she was close the way her body vibrated back against mine.

  “Tell me what you want, Priss.” I rubbed harder.

  “You, Nick,” she gasped immediately. “You. Inside me.”

  “Christ,” I swore. “Soon, baby. Soon.”

  Sooner than I planned if she kept moving against me like that. Tammy had turned me into something—something that I’d never been before—and this was only one of the ways. It was fucking shocking to feel like I could come just from touching her, just from watching her. Her fingers dug into the wood as she rolled against my fingers.

  “Come for me, Priss. Let me see your sunset.” I sucked on her neck, hearing my name moaned from her lips.

  And with one last show of light, the sun sank below the horizon and she exploded around me like the day bursts beautifully into the night. Crying out my name, her hips jerked as hot cum gushed over my fingers, the tips of which felt the tremors of her body shuddering angrily from such an empty climax.

  As soon as she took a full inhale, I spun her to face me, my hand tugging down her shirt from her shoulders.

  “Perfect.” I dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder.

  She moaned as I lifted the white tank over her head, revealing a white lace bra underneath.

  “I thought I got rid of all of these?” I growled as I pulled back.

  She bit her lip like a naughty child who just got caught with her hand in the candy jar and then she glanced nervously at the barn door.

  “You don’t think they’ll come looking for us, do you?” That was my girl.

  “No, gorgeous,” I said, tracing along the swell of her bare breast and down onto the lace. “And I wouldn’t give a shit if they did right now.”

  “You don’t care about getting in trouble?”

  I reached around her and unclasped her bra, saying as it slid to the ground, “Right now, the only thing I care about getting in is you.”

  Smirking, I dropped to my knees, breathing in the sweet scent of her desire. Her tits right in front of my face, I stuck my tongue out and licked the rose-red tip of one. Her hands speared through my hair and pulled my mouth onto her. Looked like she didn’t really care about getting in trouble either. I pulled her nipple hard into my mouth as I tugged her jeans down to her ankles, forcing her to step out of them.

  “You’re lucky I don’t rip these,” I said roughly, snapping the strap of the matching white lace thong against her hip. “Leg over my shoulder,” I demanded, squeezing her right thigh. “Now.”

  I flicked the stupid fabric to the side of her sex, my mouth watering to see that she was doing the same. No, it wasn’t just watering, it was fucking quivering underneath my stare. All pink and lush and shimmering right in front of my mouth begging for more.

  As soon as she complied, my hands dug into her ass and I let my tongue trace a path from her clit to her entrance. That’s it. I needed to throw away every accumulated ounce of expensive liquor I owned because none of it would ever match the intoxicating taste of her. Flattening my tongue against her clit, I imbibed from her again as my dick throbbed so hard that it felt like it was going to stop my heart.

  She cried out into the crisp, dusk air and I almost died from those noises and her perfect ‘fuck me’ taste. With a groan, I drove into her like I was possessed. My mouth covered over her swollen pussy licking away her last climax and sucking her into a new one. I fucked her with my mouth preparing her for my cock that was ready to burst. Her nails dug into my scalp and her sweet honey gushed against my tongue as I pushed it inside of her searching for more.

  “I-I can’t,” she whimpered. “Oh, God, Nick. I can’t…”

  She was panting like she’d just run a marathon, but still my tongue couldn’t stop destroying her. It was like every fucking part of me had to feel and taste her release. Every part of me needed to leave its mark. Her body crumbled over me as I tortured her—teeth, lips, tongue—I set everything I had against that tiny, sweet little pussy of hers.

  “Please, Nick.” The leg she was standing on gave way, sending her falling further onto my face. “Inside me.”

  I felt my cock jerk inside of my jeans and as much as I wanted to suck her clit until she came all over my face, I knew that I would fucking come well before that—in the cold, uncomfortable confines of my jeans.

  Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth back and guided her to her knees, making sure she was stable before I stood. My jeans and boxers were off and tossed on a neighboring pile of hay faster than you could say ‘howdy.’

  “On the hay,” I bit out.

  Lowering herself on shaking arms to the pile of hay, she looked up at me under hooded eyes and I froze.

  She’d come to me a clean freak, full of rules and demands, all perfectly-proper, and a virgin. And now, look what I had done. Here la
y my Miss Priss, in a pile of straw, breaking all of her own rules and those of public decency, responding to my every command. Her legs slowly spread wide fucking open for my gaze because she needed me inside her no-longer-innocent body.

  I licked my fingers that had been inside of her a few minutes ago and saw more of her juices slide out of her pink, slickened cunt.

  My knees would be bruised tomorrow the way that I fell onto them, placing myself between her thighs.

  “Is this where you want me, Priss?” I rasped, biting onto her lower lip as the head of my cock rubbed over her entrance.

  “Yes.” She arched up and I let out a hiss as my tip slipped inside of her and then asked in a low voice, “How does it feel?”

  “Fuck,” I cursed savagely, pulling out of her with a speed that would have made getting shot less painful at that moment. “Fucking condom.”

  “No!” she exclaimed and every cell in my body froze in dark delicious anticipation. “You don’t need… I-I’m not going to get pregnant.”

  My mind was too fucking foggy with desire to question her; I believed her, but I knew that there was more to it, I just couldn’t focus on it—not when she’d just given my aching dick the green light to come inside of her. To claim her that way, too.

  Fuck, this was going to be rough. I was too hard. Too on edge. I hoped she was ready for the ride.

  Grabbing her calves, I lifted both of her legs to rest her ankles on my shoulders. My jaw ticked as I looked down at her beautiful body—her mouth that made me drunk, her tits that made me insatiable, her pussy that made me feel like I’d touched heaven.

  And her heart that made me feel like I was worth something—that I was worth loving.

  I brushed up against her entrance, my tip slipping back inside of her. I stopped just as the crest of my cock disappeared in her, every muscle in my body quivering to be set free.

  Both of us stared down at where we were joined: the sight of me inside of her with nothing between us. She whimpered and her impossibly tight pussy squeezed my tip. Her name vibrating from my lips was the barest hint of a warning before I thrust into her dripping core. My roar echoed through the rafters of the barn as red seared in front of my eyes, the feel of her naked heat forming around my cock, pulling on me… pulling me deeper.