Silk Stocking Inn: The Complete Series

by Tess Oliver

  I could barely get the words out. "That . . . works."

  He straightened, again, casting his big shadow over the bed, as he yanked off his shirt. He was fully naked, and he was spectacularly perfect.

  My last shred of control was gone. I reached for him. He took hold of my hands and pressed them back against the pillows as he settled between my legs. My pussy was lubed with moisture, but he was so big, I felt slightly apprehensive. He seemed to sense my hesitation and understood it completely. No doubt it was something he'd experienced before.

  He kissed my mouth and then whispered against my lips. "Don't worry, snow angel, I know just how to melt away those inhibitions."

  He sat up to his knees. Both his gaze and his hard erection stared hungrily at me. The bed shifted as he moved back on it and lowered his face between my thighs. "The view is even better down here." His mouth pressed against my inner thigh as his large hands slid beneath my ass. He lifted my pussy higher to his mouth. His tongue ran along the folds and nestled against my clit. He knew just the right amount of pressure to urge my pussy into a highly aroused state. He freed one hand and impaled me with his long, thick finger. I pushed against the intrusion, wanting more of it. He seemed to be able to read my mind at every turn, knowing exactly what I wanted and how much.

  He brought me close to orgasm, but I didn't want it to end. I reached for him. "Please. I'm ready. I'm sooo ready."

  He slowly pulled his mouth and fingers from my pussy. The bed creaked and shifted as he repositioned himself over me.

  "I want you," I mewled. "All of you."

  He leaned down over me but kept one arm braced against the mattress to keep from crushing me. "You taste and feel like warm honey, Jen." With those sweet words, words that contradicted the almost feral look in his eyes, he pushed inside of me.

  I held my breath and grasped the bed quilt in my fingers as he filled me deeper and deeper. It seemed there was no end. With each inch, my pussy tightened milking his thick erection and all the while growing closer to an orgasm.

  It didn't take long. I was gazing bleary-eyed up into the face that I'd seen more than once in an erotic dream. Only Holt was far more real and far more skilled than I could ever conjure in a dirty dream.

  His powerful arms and chest flexed over me as he slowly began to rock, taking deep sweeping strokes inside of me. It took only seconds.

  "Yes, Holt, fuck yes!" My pussy tightened in spasms around him. My body writhed to meet each of his thrusts. Each time, it seemed he drove himself in deeper and harder and the tsunami of pleasure seemed never ending. My entire body trembled beneath him and my skin flushed with heat.

  I could barely take a breath as I gripped his arms and held on for the rest of the ride. It felt as if the bed was scooting across the floor as Holt quickened his pace. His heavy sac slapped my bottom as he pounded into me. I circled my legs around him and cried out when he utilized this new position to its fullest.

  "That's it, baby. I want all of you. I want every inch of you," he growled. His arms hardened beneath my grasp, and his eyes drifted shut as he came. He stayed there for a few moments longer holding me, staying buried deep inside of me.

  Then with a groan of reluctance he dropped down onto the mattress next to me. I curled against him and he wrapped me in his arms and legs, like a big man cocoon, shielding me from the cool air in the room with his body heat.

  We lay there for a few minutes allowing our heartbeats to slow. Although I doubted mine ever would as long as Holt was near. He was like a heavy dose of adrenaline. It seemed my pulse had been racing since the first moment I set eyes on him.

  I rested my head on his arm as we faced each other. I traced my finger along a large black spider tattoo. The web ended and a design that was hard to decipher brushed past the end of my fingertip. I lifted my head to get a better look. "What am I looking at next to this spider web?"

  He didn't need to lift his head from the pillow to know what I was asking about. "That is the tattoo I call 'my biggest ink regret'. It was supposed to be a cool lion roaring with big dripping fangs. But the artist had had just a few too many beers. I'd had a few too many too. The result is that obscure looking mess you're looking at right now."

  "Ah, the traditional I was drunk and the artist was on the other side of sober ink regret." I turned my arm to show the pale skin on my forearm where my personal tattoo mistake was hidden. I held it up. "This is supposed to be a dolphin."

  "That's not a dolphin."

  "Yes. I know that now, but when I was looking at it through blurry eyes and with a tequila tainted blood stream, I assure you it was the most beautiful mammal in the sea. I'm just glad the inside of my forearm was the next spot of skin available. It could have been a lot worse."

  I snuggled closer to him for warmth. "I suppose we should head downstairs and wash the dishes before we both doze off."

  "You're probably right. But just to warn you, since we've got this place to ourselves tonight, there isn't going to be all that much dozing. I don't want to waste one minute of my time with you, snow angel."

  "I understand completely and will comply with all your demands, Ziggy."

  10

  After cleaning up the dinner dishes, we headed back up to the warmth of Holt's bed and after another round of mind-blowing sex, we fell fast asleep in each other's arms.

  Noise outside the house woke me from a luxurious sleep. I lifted my head. Holt looked almost as beautiful asleep as awake. Another noise prompted me to step out of bed. I'd carried my robe and a pair of slippers out of my room to stay the night with Holt. It had taken me all of a second to convince myself to spend the night with him. I should have felt guilty at how easily the decision came. But I was at the mysterious, surreal Silk Stocking Inn, and I was living out a fantasy weekend. Somehow, a long, cold night alone, albeit in a cozy, comfy bed, would have dimmed the light on my fantasy. Especially knowing who was sleeping right next door, alone in his comfy bed. Aside from that, I could never sleep if my feet were cold. Holt's feet had provided a perfect place to warm my toes under the covers.

  There was definitely a chill in the room as I tiptoed to the window to see what was happening in the yard below. I roped back the heavy damask curtains and pushed aside the gauzy curtains beneath. "Oh," I said and quickly covered my mouth to not wake Holt.

  A round gold moon was holding steady in a black and silver sky as it spotlighted the yard below. The lightest, frilliest snow was falling as a large black bear plodded across the yard. She was moving slow and looked much thinner than I would have expected. I'd only ever seen one other bear years ago on a family vacation at the lake. My brother had left our ice chest out on the porch and had neglected to dump out the day's leftover sandwiches. Needless to say, there was nothing left of the sandwiches or the ice chest after that.

  Footsteps behind me sent a shiver through my body that had nothing to do with cold air. And once Holt's chest pressed against my back and his arms wrapped around me, I didn't need to worry about the chill at all.

  "Hmm, my human heater. I could get used to this." The second I said the words, I felt a pang of regret. I knew this was just a weekend fling and then Monday morning would arrive and I'd be back in reality where the only Ziggy was the digital version on my computer.

  Fortunately, Holt ignored my comment and concentrated on the scene outside. The bear glanced around in Coco's garden. There was little growing there except the remnants of some squash plants and a few moldy heads of lettuce. The bear concluded that it was not worth the effort and moved on.

  "That's Gretel. She has two cubs in her den. Looks like a lot of her stored fat is gone and, unlike Yogi, she doesn't have a lot of picnic baskets around here to keep her plump."

  I watched as she plodded back into the trees lining the property. "So I do remember my third grade science. I saw her and wondered why she was out in the winter."

  "It's late winter and spring is near enough that she's probably getting restless. The cubs are probably getti
ng too big for the den, which is just a half mile or so back in the woods."

  "I've heard they can be extremely dangerous when they have cubs."

  "Absolutely. We forest rangers have a running joke about it—if you run into a bear in the woods, keep your eye on them and back slowly away. You should be fine. If you run into a mama bear with cubs, just turn around and kiss your ass good-bye. You're done. Occasionally, we get a call from some knucklehead who stopped to take pictures of the cubs and found themselves trapped in their car."

  He spun me around to face him. His lashes dropped as he pushed apart the panels on my robe. His thumb rubbed my nipple. "You are cold, snow angel. I think you need to climb back under the covers with me."

  My slippers slapped the wood floor as he led me back to the bed. He grabbed a condom from the dresser and swept back the covers. He climbed on first and sat back against the headboard. His cock was standing at full attention, almost summoning me to come closer.

  I kicked off my slippers but kept the robe over my shoulders as I climbed onto the bed. I straddled over him, a knee on each side of his thighs. The tip of his very long cock rubbed against my pussy.

  He leaned forward and ran his tongue in circles around my nipple. I pushed my breast closer and wrapped my arms around his head, holding his mouth against me. While teasing and kissing my nipples, he took hold of my hips and guided me over him. I lowered myself down over him, taking in as much as I possibly could.

  "I think you feel even bigger in this position," I sighed as my eyes drifted shut, losing myself in the feel of him inside of me.

  "Hmm, your pussy feels like a fucking glove, tight and warm." He lifted himself to meet me as I slid up and down his shaft. I squeezed my legs, wanting to hold him hard and fast between my thighs. With each movement, it seemed his cock drove deeper inside of me, knocking the breath out of me with each upward thrust.

  My pussy ached with it all. Holt's hands took hold of my ass cheeks to help me move faster. My clit heated with friction as I rubbed against him with each pass. He held my ass tightly and moved his fingers down to spread me even wider. I cried out as it seemed he'd gone even deeper to a sweet spot that had never been touched. And then, as if a magic erotic switch had been turned on by the touch of his firm cock, my pussy exploded into an orgasm. He followed instantly with his own.

  I held onto him as my body trembled in ecstasy. It was a good minute before the shuddering waves of pleasure slowed and I could catch a breath. I collapsed into his arms. They were arms I could spend eternity in and be happy forever.

  11

  I woke to movement and voices downstairs. My head turned on the pillow. The only sign that I hadn't just imagined the entire night was the large dent left behind on the mattress. I hurried into my robe and slippers and shuffled next door to my own room. I'd thrown all caution to the wind for the weekend, but there was no reason to let my charming hostess know that I'd crawled right into bed with my neighbor.

  I walked straight into the bathroom for a hot shower and a quiet chance to relive some of the amazing moments from the night before. The tenderness between my legs was extra assurance that I hadn't just fantasized about sex with Holt. It had been real, every glorious moment of it.

  I lathered up my long hair with the citrusy shampoo Coco had placed in the shower. Everything at the inn was a party for the senses, whether it was the food, the bedding, the lighting and furnishings or even the sundries, it made you feel as if you were experiencing everything in life for the first time. And for me, sex with Holt, was the same, like I was finally experiencing for the first time what it was supposed to feel like.

  I finished the shower and thought about my poor bent car as I dried off. I would absolutely need it back tomorrow so I could head home. And that realization took the steam out of my engine. I blew out a long, disappointed breath. Home. Job. Regular life with its tiny ups and occasionally bigger downs. Ugh, it was going to be hard to face it after this weekend.

  Brushing my long hair was an arduous and slightly painful task after the night of activity. I winced through the last snarl and pulled on my robe. A delicious aroma of something savory, like bacon and potatoes, struck me as I walked back into the bedroom. A pot of coffee, glass of orange juice and a plate covered by a silver dome was sitting on the tiny table in front of the window.

  I sat at the table and shifted back the curtains so I could have a view along with my breakfast. I lifted the dome and somehow wasn't the least bit surprised to find my favorite breakfast of bacon, eggs and hash browns on the plate. The aroma was so rich, I almost didn't need to put the food in my mouth to taste it.

  Down below, the yard was covered with a new layer of powder that hadn't been disturbed yet by footprints, man's nor animal's. I glanced toward the forest area where the bear had disappeared to the night before and then stared down at my own giant breakfast. The poor thing looked so hungry. Hopefully, she would find some form of sustenance to get her through the rest of the winter.

  I lowered the curtains and picked up the crisp white linen napkin next to the plate. Coco saw to every detail. The Silk Stocking Inn had been hand embroidered in pink floss across the top. I felt more embroidery on the back and flipped it over, expecting to see the same on the back. But instead the same pink floss spelled out a quote. "The best fantasies grow into realities." I blinked down at the quote. It couldn't have been more appropriate for the way I was feeling. Uncanny. It was the best word I could think of to describe it.

  I placed the napkin on my lap and dug into a breakfast that was nothing short of sublime. I picked up a piece of bacon. My attention was drawn to the window by the sound of a motor and deep voices. One deep voice in particular caught my attention.

  I whipped back the curtains farther and found if I leaned my head sharply to the side I could see the front driveway. Holt's snowmobile was parked out front. My eyes swept past the machine to the tail end of a tow truck. My car was clipped to the end of it.

  As I picked up my napkin, Holt stepped into view, temporarily making me forget that I should probably grab a coat and my keys and head down there. But by the time I stood from the table, the tow truck was heading down the driveway with my car. I looked at the dresser where I'd left my keys. There was a note in their place. "You were in the shower. I hope you don't mind, but I gave Holt your keys so his friend could pick up the car. Coco."

  "Now that's service," I mused and headed back to the breakfast. I nibbled absently on a piece of toast, waiting for oversized boots to climb the stairs. Instead, the roar of the snowmobile's motor shook the window. Holt turned down the driveway and took off across the snowy landscape. That was when it hit me—I had no idea if he was coming back. He mentioned he took turns at the forest ranger station, but he never told me details about his work schedule. Maybe last night was it. He left this morning without a word. Maybe he thought that was the easiest way to end what we'd started. No commitments. No good-byes. No maybe I'll see you later.

  I sank back against the chair. Suddenly, the delicious breakfast just didn't look all that yummy. A knock on the door made me sit up straight but then I reminded myself that Holt had just driven off.

  "Jen?" Coco's voice came through the door. "Just checking if you need anything."

  "Please, Coco, come in."

  As she opened the door, I was certain I caught the fleeting image of an elderly woman, weathered with age and slightly hunched. But as she stepped into the room that image vanished and the beautiful, vibrant innkeeper returned. It was yet another mystery that I couldn't wrap any rational thought around.

  "How is breakfast?"

  "Excellent. Thank you so much. All my favorites." I glanced toward the window. "I saw that Holt's friend took my car away. I didn't get a chance to talk to him—the mechanic, that is."

  "Yes, he was sure he'd have it back tomorrow. Said it wouldn't take much work."

  "Tomorrow? Oh, that's perfect. I'll need to head back home and get ready for another work week. Uh, just out o
f curiosity, did Holt mention when he might be coming back?"

  The subdued smile on Coco's face seemed to let on that she knew that there was something more going on than a room neighbor friendship. "He said he had some errands to run but that he'd be back later this afternoon. In fact, he wanted me to give you that information."

  "Oh," I said a little too exuberantly. I dialed it back some. "That's nice. Then I might see him later. Great." Of course my insides were doing somersaults at the prospect, but I put on a nice cool exterior.

  "It's a beautiful day outside. Clear blue sky. A little brisk, of course, but if you bundle up, it might be a nice day for a walk. The stepping stones out back lead past the gardens and onto a nice, quiet forest trail. Just stay on the path to avoid getting lost. I've left some hiking boots and an extra scarf and parka in the closet. Unless you'd rather just stay around the inn."

  "Actually, a walk sounds nice. It's been a stressful few months at work, finishing up a project in time for a deadline. A peaceful hike in nature is just what I need to de-stress."

  "Are you finished?" She pointed at the breakfast dishes.

  "Yes, thank you. I can bring them down though."

  "Nonsense." She busied herself collecting up the dishes.

  I walked to my suitcase to pull out some warm clothes.

  "That must be a fun job—creating video games. My nephew dreams about working in the video game industry. Of course, he wants the position of game tester."

  "Hey, those people make good money, and they are invaluable for input."

  "I'll tell him that. He'll be pleased to hear it." She lifted the breakfast tray and smiled at me. "I can't believe how real some of those characters look, like all the perfect human traits put into one lifelike drawing." She sighed as she walked past with the tray. "If only men like that existed in real life, huh?" She shot me a wink as she left the room.