The Winter Games Box Set

by Rebecca Sharp

  “I think you should call Nick back,” I said when Chance finished the second round of stretching after his session.

  The towel he’d been wiping his face with dropped to reveal one eyebrow raised amid an expressive blend of anger and intrigue.

  The place had cleared out, so I spoke freely about what had been on my mind the past hour while I was professionally forced to keep our discussion to non-intimate conversation. Everyone else had left early for the day to prepare for the snowstorm that we were now supposed to get tomorrow—the forecast of a few flurries had quickly changed to snowfall of several inches.

  It seemed like even the weather was cooperating with my plans to take Chance to the mountain this weekend; who could resist fresh powder?

  “Jessa.” he rasped and stepped towards me. Even though there was no one else in the room, I still backed up a little as his presence surrounded me. His fingers pressed underneath my chin, lifting my face up as he continued, “He fucking made you feel like you were ruining my life by moving; I can’t just fucking forget about that. Why the fuck would he do that to me?”

  I understood how he felt. I understood that he was angry about the consequences of what Nick had said to me. And now, I realized too that he was hurt because he believed that his friend had been trying to sabotage his happiness.

  “So, no. I don’t think I should call him.” His eyes trailed lazily down my body, leaving a trail of smoke in their wake. “What I do think though is that you have a few muscles that I wouldn’t mind stretching right now.” Oh, damn. My breath caught and I drew blood from my cheek so that I wouldn’t moan. “With my tongue.”

  The dull ache he’d created began to throb, but I was nothing if not determined. Even though my voice wavered with unrestrained need, I forced the words from my lips.

  “I know Frost—maybe not like you do, but I do know him,” I began, putting my hand on his chest to stop him from inching closer. Mistake. I felt his heart, his muscles, pulsing underneath my touch. His tee was slightly moist from sweat and my mouth watered to taste him—to lick him clean after I’d made him dirty.

  Still, I continued, “Was he trying to start something? To create a problem where there was none? Maybe.” I licked my lips and his eyes narrowed on my movement. Fire flashed in his eyes because he wants my lips on him as much as I do. “You and I both know what sort of fucked up place he was in at the time with his dad and then his mom… So yes, maybe he wanted you to be miserable, too,” I admitted thickly because that was always a possibility.

  “Or…” he prompted, the fingers that were on my chin now trailed down my neck, onto my shoulder before they began to follow the neckline of my scrub top.

  “Chance,” I breathed his name, my tits rising in expectation of his touch. Even though there was no one here, it still felt forbidden—my place of work where anyone could still come back in and see.

  “Or…” he growled again and flicked my nipple through my clothes.

  Gasping, my fingers now dug into the bulging muscle of his chest. My other hand rose to grab his wrist—it was supposed to be my attempt to pull his hand from me. Instead, he palmed my breast and my traitorous hand egged him on.

  “Or,” I tried to keep speaking, “maybe aside from the fact that it was the truth—that I hadn’t been thinking about you—maybe Nick, who had just lost his father and then his mother to Stone, realized that he was about to lose his best friend to me?”

  I watched the hard expression on his face immediately shift. He hadn’t thought about that. He hadn’t thought about how he had been the one to basically keep Nick alive in those months after his dad’s death when drinking and drugs knew no bounds.

  “So,” he said hoarsely, the backs of his knuckles running over my nipple, each brush sending a new gush of cum into my scrubs, “you’re saying he did this because he was going to fucking miss me?”

  The way he teased my tit made me lose track of the conversation for a second having finally said what I truly believe to have happened. I moaned softly and I felt his body shudder under my hand at the sound. He wanted to make it seem ridiculous, but I wasn’t going to let him.

  “I’m saying that there’s been enough relationships ruined because of lack of communication and there’s been enough anger eating away at you. I’m here. I’m yours.” His eyes darkened at those words and my sex squeezed because even though we’ve been treating each other like this is for keeps, neither of us has said something so definitive yet. “Let the past go.”

  I gasped as his hand released my breast so that his thumb could brush reverently over my lower lip. His head bent in to my neck, licking over my artery to feel my pulse as it raced.

  “How is it that you know what to say to erase my anger?” Awe and desire mingled in his tone. “I know how,” he whispered into my ear. “Because your lips are fucking magic.”

  Both of my hands were on his shoulders, holding myself steady as I moaned his name. My stomach shook as I tried to take a breath, the effort only making me well aware of the long, hard length of his arousal that hung between us.

  “I want your magic lips around my cock,” he rasped and my whole body shook with desire.

  But the need in his voice—desperate, demanding, and dirty—superseded the throbbing between my thighs. I wanted my pleasure. I wanted his pleasure more. I wanted to make him lose control—over his body and over his anger. I wanted his release. And I wanted to be the one to give it to him.

  I pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to step back. Air immediately rushed between us, sending a chill up my body. I saw through the far windows that it had begun to snow already. Another chill went up my spine, this time knowing that anyone who decided to randomly pull into the clinic’s parking lot and look in the window would be seeing a whole different kind of physical therapy under the bright, brilliant lights that littered the ceiling of the giant room.

  Pressure coiled in my stomach. Watching my gaze, he reached down and palmed himself through his shorts, his huge length bobbing eagerly. I licked my lips, not because they were dry, but because I was afraid that I was drooling again.

  I kept my eyes locked with his as I dropped to my knees, the thin layer of cushioning under the mats breaking my fall. Chance hooked his thumb underneath the waist of his shorts, lifting them over his erection that pointed directly at me.

  My tongue moved to lick my lips again but instead ended up trailing along the groove in the swollen purple head. He dragged in a heavy breath as his hips swayed forward to nudge the seam of my mouth with his dick.

  “They’re magic alright,” I rasped, my tongue darting out again to lick the bead of moisture off of his purple tip. This time, his whole body tensed as he let out a hiss. “I think magic is the only way I’m able to make your cock disappear into my mouth.”

  “Fuckkk…” He swore as my lips closed over the tip of him. I sucked in just the head with a moan. He tasted salty and sweet—a caramel-coated cock. And hot. Very, very hot.

  His hands speared into my hair, pressing on the back of my scalp needing more. But I was enjoying this. I laved over his tip, flicking my tongue in and out of that groove, pressing into the softly firm texture of his head.

  The gym was huge and with no one in it, you could hear a pin drop on the ground. In this case, I could hear how hard Chance was gritting his teeth, soft groans escaping through the bars of his teeth.

  Like the first sip of a margarita, a burst of salt explodes on my tongue. That was my cue. Pulling hard on his head, I started to take him deeper until he was jammed against the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat.

  “Holy fuck, babe…” My eyes lifted to him. He never called me ‘babe’… not since before. I found that blue staring down at me and realized why; his stare showed just how completely and utterly disoriented he was by my touch.

  My sex throbbed in response, jealous of the attention my mouth was getting. I ran my tongue along the underside of his dick and the blue disappeared as Chance dropped his head b
ack, another curse ripping from his mouth. His hands fisted into my hair, holding my head steady as he began to push inside my mouth. Short, relentless jabs that had his tip kissing the back of my throat with each entry.

  “So fucking incredible…” He trails off with a moan, his hips moving with an uncontrollable and erotic rhythm.

  The opening and closing of my airway seemed like it should be some sort of punishment: death or life. But it was anything but. It was consuming. Chance was out of control; he was desperate. And I loved it because it was all mine. My body loved it too. My tits pressed heavily against my scrub top, my nipples painfully hard against my bra. My sex clenched as though he could touch my G-spot from all the way up here. Tears beaded in my eyes—a reflex from the assault on my mouth.

  “Christ, Jess… only you.” His voice broke at the end and I moaned, the sound sending him over the edge.

  With a roar that echoed straight into my bones, he came against the back of my throat. I gulped, trying to swallow his release as fast as I could but still the hot thickness of his cum built up in my mouth.

  Chance grunted as he slid from my mouth, grabbing the towel he’d been using to wipe off his dick and cover himself back up with his shorts. I wobbled as I stood, licking a drip of saliva mixed with Chance from the corner of my mouth.

  “Take off your pants.” My eyes darted up at his demand. Dead-serious desire was etched across his features.

  “My turn?” I asked with a grin as anticipation shot through me.

  “You better fucking believe it,” he said with a growly voice that made me even wetter

  Hooking my thumbs underneath the waist of my scrubs, I began to slowly tease them down over my hips when the sound of his phone buzzing echoed through the room.

  “Fuck,” he swore as he pulled it out and I knew immediately who it was.

  “Answer it.” The angry glint in his eyes told me that he would really rather be eating my pussy right now than talking to Nick, but because I’d just told him he needed to let this go, he begrudgingly did as I said.

  “Yeah.” At least he answered. Being friendly would be the next baby step. “I’ve been busy.”

  My hands slid out of my pants and around my waist, waiting to see what was going to happen.

  “Fuck. Seriously?” That didn’t sound good. Chance’s hand came up to cover his mouth before he let out a tortured groan. “Yeah. Fuck. Yeah, I’ll be there in a few.”

  The pressure that had been building in my stomach fell away into a pit. He had to go see Nick.

  And I had no one to blame but myself.

  “This is all your fault,” he said as soon as he hung up. “He needs me to come over. Some shit is going down.”

  I wanted to ask for details; I also wanted his tongue inside of me. There was time for neither of those things.

  “It’s fine,” I said, putting my hand on his chest. From the look in his eyes, I knew he would more than make up for it later. “He’s your friend, Chance. You should be there for him.”

  “I know,” he grumbled.

  A few minutes later, we’d both gathered our stuff and were walking out the front door to the clinic, the lock clicking definitively behind us. We were parked at two separate ends of the lot, but before I could even pause to say goodbye, I felt his hand on the small of my back propelling me towards my truck.

  “You don’t have to walk me to my car. It’s right there.” My hand came up to brush a flurry that had landed on my nose. The way the snow was falling seemed like it was out of a movie—so light and perfect.

  “I’m walking you to your fucking car, J-bird,” he rasped. His protectiveness made my spine tingle. That was my Chance—bad boy, good man.

  He reached in front of me to open the back door so that I could toss my gym bag inside, but when I turned, instead of shutting it, his hands gripped my waist and lifted me onto the seat. Yelping, I fell back onto my elbows.

  “What are you doing?” I demanded breathlessly as a million naughty thoughts filtered into my brain.

  A grin spread over his face. “Miss Madison,” he drawls, “you’re so drenched for me that you soaked through your scrubs.” As if to emphasize what I already knew to be true, his fingers reached out and rubbed over the crotch of my pants, making them even wetter. “I told you I was going to have my tongue inside of you this afternoon, gorgeous, and after seeing that, if you think I’m going to leave you without a taste, you are sorely mistaken. Or do you want me to leave?”

  Now, it was his turn to lick his lips and it was like my sex could practically feel his tongue on me.

  “N-no,” I stuttered.

  “Good.” Then his hands reached for the waist of my scrubs, yanking them partway down my thighs. Lifting my legs, he wedged his head and shoulders in the triangle opening he’d created, climbing partway into the cabin to reach my core.

  Now completely exposed—and completely soaked—I could feel the cold gust of air that blew into the car. His hands gripped onto my thighs and pushed them as wide as the elastic of my scrubs would allow, opening me completely to his gaze. I barely registered his growl before his mouth swallowed my pussy whole.

  My upper body jerked completely up off the seat—like someone strapped a defibrillator to my chest and shocked me with a thousand volts of pure, electric pleasure.

  There wasn’t time—and he didn’t need it. His mouth knew every valley and crevice in my sex. My body was teetering on the edge, the shift from being horny to disappointed to being tongue-fucked threw my senses for a loop.

  I chanted his name as his tongue pushed completely inside of me and then pulled out so he could suck on my clit. The pattern repeated. Over and over. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. My nails dug into his scalp, crushing his face to me. His tongue curled inside of me and I froze. When it flicked over my clit, that’s what set my climax free. I screamed inside the backseat of my car as I came, gushing into his greedy mouth that stayed on me to make sure he got every last drop.

  “Fuck, I needed that,” he rasped against my pussy, extricating himself from the web of scrubs and thighs that he’d woven himself into.

  I couldn’t move. I heard him chuckle as he readjusted my pants for me while I lay lifelessly in the backseat of my truck. I laughed, too. That, I had enough energy for.

  His hands slid me back out from the car, holding me steady until I was on my feet.

  “You good?”

  “Seriously?”

  He grinned and kissed my forehead. “I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

  “Take your time,” I encouraged softly.

  His neck bent down to my ear. “If it’s late, you better be in my bed when I get back.”

  My shiver ran all the way down to my toes. As though I had plans on sleeping anywhere else.

  “If it’s late when you get back, you better wake me,” I counter.

  His lips slammed against mine for a brief second and then he was gone, jogging towards his Jeep while I stood there watching him like a lovesick high-school girl. I wondered how I’d fallen this far this fast. Especially when I’d been so determined not to.

  A snowflake blowing into my eye brought me back and I climbed into the driver’s seat and shut the door.

  This was what I hated about being alone now. Without Chance here, all I could think about was the fact that he still didn’t know the truth. I still hadn’t told him about our baby. It stung, but I was so afraid of what his reaction would be. Even though I knew we were building something new between us, something in the brightly charred remains of our past, I let it continue to be built on top of this secret—a giant hole beneath the foundation that could collapse the entire thing.

  The Emperor: This card represents a powerful leader who demands authority and respect. He protects and defends his loved ones.

  SIGHING, I OPENED THE FRIDGE in search of some water and something to snack on until Chance woke up. He’d gotten home late from Frost’s. After just crawling into bed and pulling me to him, he kis
sed that spot on my neck, right under my ear that was so sensitive before mumbling something and passing out.

  I watched him sleep this morning like a creeper. It was just for a few minutes, but I woke up and couldn’t stop myself.

  Who knew I’d be back here?

  Who knew I’d be waking up in Chance’s bed again like eight years hadn’t gone by?

  Who knew my heart could fall so easily back in love with the one I’d hurt, the one I swore I’d never love again?

  Love wasn’t an avalanche. It wasn’t set off by one romantic moment underneath the stars. Maybe for some, but not for us. No, love was this morning, waking up next to Chance with the thought that this was where I was meant to be. It wasn’t sudden or jarring. It was just the culmination of everything that had happened since he’d come back.

  It was like waking up in the morning, taking a deep breath, and knowing that even though you’d been asleep all night long, your body had still kept you alive. Your body breathes and beats regardless of whether you think about it or not. Throughout the years apart and over the last few weeks, my heart had kept my love alive even when my mind believed such emotion was dormant and then impossible.

  And I woke up this morning to take that deep breath and realize that I’d loved him all along.

  My head turned to the side as I heard shuffling downstairs.

  “Jess?”

  “Up here,” I answered, biting back a smile as I popped the top on a can of sparkling water.

  Shirtless and his sweats hanging low on the V of his hips, Chance came straight for me, my back up against the fridge and his mouth slammed down on mine for a deep demanding kiss that ended far too soon, in my opinion.

  “Morning, J-bird,” he rasped.

  “Morning,” I breathed, suddenly itching to blurt out that I still loved him and demanding to know if he felt the same.

  How could he though? Without knowing…

  “What’s for breakfast?” His thumbs rubbed over the skin between my shorts and tank.

  I hummed. “Good question.” It had snowed all night and showed no sign of stopping this morning. Aside from cereal, I wasn’t sure what we really had in the house.