31 Days of Winter

by C. J. Fallowfield

  I thought I was prepared for his release, but I wasn’t. The force of it took me by surprise and I repeatedly swallowed to stop myself from choking on the torrent that spewed from him over and over. He let out a long contented sigh as he gazed down at me through half closed eyes and slumped back against the tree. I worked my way back up his shaft and licked it clean before nuzzling into his pelvis and laying small kisses on his toned stomach. ‘Wow, you come hard.’

  ‘Do I?’

  ‘Yes, I’ve never had to swallow so many times.’

  ‘Don’t remind me you’ve done that before, I hate the idea of you having been with anyone else,’ he sighed as he tugged me up and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. ‘Promise me you won’t go back to him?’

  ‘To Zac?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘I won’t, even setting aside his lying and cheating, now I know what really great sex feels like, no way I’m going back there,’ I smiled.

  ‘We haven’t had really great sex yet. First time I was too excited, second time I was too desperate to see if it was as good as I remembered the first time.’

  ‘And the third time?’

  ‘Hot fast sex before a well-earned breakfast. I’ve yet to have leisurely sex with you Miss Baxter, or properly hard fucking, and I aim to please.’

  ‘Lucky me,’ I grinned.

  ‘Hmmm. Let’s move before I’m tempted to fuck you right here in the snow.’

  When I moaned again and clutched my lower back, Dan insisted on giving me a piggy back all the way around to the boathouse.

  ‘O my God, my mobile,’ I gasped as I pointed at it glinting on the jetty. He let me slide off him and I stepped onto the wood to walk over to get it and froze. A slow motion of me slipping and falling backwards played out in my head and I jumped backwards onto the shore, my heart pounding in my chest.

  ‘Stay there, I’ll get it. But when this snow’s cleared we’re going to have to get you back on the jetty and out on the loch so you don’t get fixated on your fall,’ he advised as he strode out to get my phone. I watched with my heart in my mouth as he bent to pick it up and frowned as he looked at the gap in the now thinning ice, where I’d gone through and he’d come in after me. ‘You were very lucky, I need to check that cut on your arm again.’

  ‘Ok,’ I nodded. ‘If I can use your stove I’ll do us lasagne for dinner and use up the mince, but at some stage we’re going to run out of food.’

  ‘I’ll try and text Pete the pub if I can’t get out tomorrow and he can come down with his boat and clear a trail through the ice for me.’

  ‘O, ok,’ I nodded. I had a horrible feeling that if he could get out he would be back to his normal routine and I’d lose him again. I tried turning on my phone, but realised it had been on when I’d slipped and the battery had gone flat. I worried about Brooke, she’d be frantic that I hadn’t been in touch, other than that brief text last night. I wished I didn’t just speed dial and knew her number off by heart, if I did I could ask to borrow Dan’s phone. I took my mind off it by busying myself in the kitchen and preparing dinner while it was still light and Dan stoked up the fire. We lit the remaining candles as we ate, then he pulled me onto his lap, straddling him on the sofa as we spent some time kissing, before his hands were bruising my hips they were kneading them so tightly and I was grinding against his erection as our heavy breathing started to steam up the windows of the small cabin. I broke away from his lips and gripped the hem of my jumper and hauled it over my head, taking my t-shirt with it at the same time, my breasts wobbling in their tight casing as his eyes roved over the edges of the lace.

  ‘Take it off,’ he ordered as his green eyes reflected the heat of the fire and my own. I nodded and reached behind, keeping my gaze on his as I unveiled myself, and the black pools in his eyes dilated seconds before his lips surrounded one of my nipples and teased it to a stiff point.

  ‘Uh, o my God,’ I moaned.

  ‘I could spend days worshipping this body,’ he murmured as he lay kisses all across my chest and around my throat and neck, homing straight in on that soft spot that made my eyes roll and everything south of my navel tighten. ‘Days kissing, licking, sucking, stroking, caressing and fucking. Hours upon hours until you were rendered hoarse from screaming my name over and over. I want to ruin you, Ellie. I want you to think of me every time someone even kisses you. I don’t want anyone to compare to how I made you feel. I’ll be the one that you set your sexual standards by from this day forward. Understood?’

  ‘Yes,’ I whimpered as he aggressively bit the side of my neck and his fingers kneaded my tender aching breasts as I felt his rigid cock writhing against the apex of my thighs, causing my knickers to dampen. He suddenly stood up, taking me with him, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly as he savagely kissed me while quickly undoing my jeans and shoving them down my hips.

  ‘Jeans. Off. Now,’ he ordered as he tore away his top layers exposing his magnificent torso. I kicked my jeans away as he fumbled with his zip. Seconds later his jeans and boxers were down in one fluid movement and an involuntary gasp escaped my lips to see his solid manhood set free. ‘Do you want this cock inside you?’

  ‘Yes,’ I breathed.

  ‘How badly?’ he asked with an amused twinkle in his eye as I trembled in front of him with anticipation.

  ‘Like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve never wanted anyone more.’

  ‘It won’t be quick this time, Ellie. I’m going to have to make you wetter than you’ve ever been if you’re going to keep up with me. Understood?’

  ‘Yes,’ I nodded as my hands roved over his hard abs. I gasped as he gripped my dainty lace knickers over each hip and pulled, yanking the material up into my swollen flesh as he tore them apart. ‘Uh.’

  ‘Now I’m going to make you revise your opinion on what really great sex is like,’ he advised as he crushed me to his chest, kissing me to the point of orgasm as he walked me to the rug by the fire and I nearly passed out with excitement.

  Day Twenty Five

  Ellie

  I woke up really early and smiled as I felt Dan’s body curled around mine, holding me tightly. I couldn’t believe what an amazing night we’d had. He’d kept his promise to show me really great sex, using his fingers, lips and tongue on me, making me come multiple times on the rug in front of the fire, then tried a number of different positions before allowing himself to come. Then he’d woken me in the night and we’d done it again, but that time we’d fucked, hard. I was sure I was going to struggle to walk after all that, every muscle had been stretched and manipulated into some positions I hadn’t even been aware existed. He was incredible, I doubted any man could be more sexually aware and proficient than Dan. He made me feel like he had a voracious appetite for me and had given me faith in my sexual allure to the opposite sex again. I smiled and kissed the hand holding my shoulder and heard him groan as he shifted slightly in the bed, then I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep in a totally blissed out state.

  I woke with a start to hear the roar of an engine from outside and looked around to find myself alone. ‘Dan?’ I called. When I got no answer I climbed down the ladder and grabbed his discarded blue and white checked shirt off the floor, pulled it on and buttoned it up, turning up the sleeves, before quickly tidying the rest of our discarded clothes from the floor. I grabbed a mug of coffee and opened the front door and walked out onto the veranda to find it was a bright sunny day. I squinted in the light and shielded my eyes to see Dan at the edge of the jetty, dressed in his jeans and a navy cable jumper, directing a large boat in. The engine purred as the ice below it splintered easily and it made its way towards the shore. I checked my watch, it was already eleven-thirty. Really great sex obviously made me tired. I leaned on the bannister as I sipped my coffee and watched him guide the boat in and a number of guys climb out with cables around their shoulders and large toolboxes. Could that really be the electrical company’s men already? I felt a twinge of disappointment. Being cu
t off with nothing else to do had definitely helped Dan relax around me. Another guy jumped out and Dan helped him secure the ropes, tethering the boat to the struts of the jetty and I straightened up as they headed up towards me. Dan looked me up and down, raised an eyebrow and glared. I shrugged, I had skirts longer than this shirt.

  ‘Ellie, please could you make coffees all around? The guys from the power company are here to see if they can fix our line and Pete’s going to cut a path to the shore for me so I can get out this afternoon.’

  ‘Sure. How do you all take it?’ I asked. Everyone was black, but for Pete who wanted it white with two sugars. Dan took the two steps up to the veranda to stand next to me in one stride.

  ‘Put some bloody clothes on, would you?’ he hissed.

  ‘Someone got out of bed on the wrong side,’ I observed and got another glare in return. I headed back in, made the drinks and opened the front door, still in his shirt to find them all chatting on the veranda. Dan immediately blocked me from stepping out and grabbed the mugs off me.

  ‘I thought I told you to get changed.’

  ‘I need a shower first and I didn’t want to make you wait for your drinks.’

  ‘Make a list of everything you need food wise. I’ll get it when I go out along with extra torches and candles if they haven’t got the power back on.’

  ‘I’d like to come.’

  ‘I’d prefer you don’t. I may be longer than normal. If the power’s restored while I’m out, ring and let me know, but you may as well move your stuff back up to the house. There’ll be no need for you to share down here with me anymore if the heating’s back on up there.’ I blinked up at him, determined not to cry as I realised that I was being brushed off. I’d known it was coming, but this felt seriously harsh. Like he’d got what he wanted and I was suddenly an inconvenience now he could get back to his old life again.

  ‘Fine. Sorry to have got in your way,’ I bit back.

  ‘That’s my favourite shirt, make sure it stays here.’

  ‘Sorry, I didn’t think it was a big deal. As it’s obviously more important to you than my feelings here, you can have the bloody thing now.’ I reached down and yanked it over my head and held it out to him. He gasped as I stood there naked.

  ‘What the hell are doing?’ he uttered.

  ‘Making sure everything goes back to normal, pre-power cut, isn’t that what you want?’ I spun on my heels and marched back towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid girl, Ellie,’ I muttered to myself as I turned on the shower and washed myself vigorously, trying to rub any remaining scent of him off me. I could rub as hard as I liked, but flashes of moments in front of the fire or in his bed last night kept battering my senses. ‘You are not going to cry about this, you knew it was inevitable, this is the Dan he wants to be and has nothing to do with you,’ I said firmly as I forced the tidal wave behind my eyelids back.

  Everyone had disappeared by the time I came out freshly dressed, so I spent my time taking my mind off his sudden swing in temperament by cleaning his fridge and freezer, ready for him to restock. I tried to settle down with a book, but my eyes kept drifting up to his bed. I chucked the book down and stood up, no way was I sharing with him tonight, power or no power, not after the way he treated me this morning. I packed my bag, pulled on my boots and made my way up to the house, surprised to find the guy I assumed to be Pete fixing a new piece of glass into the front door frame.

  ‘Watch your feet, I haven’t had a chance to sweep up yet,’ he warned.

  ‘How did you sort this so fast?’ I asked.

  ‘Dan text me on Saturday night asking me to source the glass.’

  ‘But how did you know the dimensions?’

  ‘He’s an efficient guy, he has files on everything. So how are you enjoying your stay? Power cut aside.’

  ‘I was having a great time,’ I smiled.

  ‘I heard about your accident. You were lucky.’

  ‘Yes, I really was.’

  ‘So you’re coming New Year’s?’

  ‘I’m sorry, what?’

  ‘The Hogmanay party at the pub, it’s an annual tradition. I don’t drink so I have an old bus that I drive around the loch to collect folk, bring them for the party then drop them all off in the wee hours.’

  ‘I didn’t know anything about it, besides I’m just here on holiday, I’m sure Dan won’t want me cramping his style.’

  ‘Well he’s already purchased two tickets, besides,’ Pete looked around him quickly before looking up at me, one of the thin nails he was using to reattach the beading around the glass hanging out of his mouth, ‘he got two tickets as soon as you confirmed your booking.’

  ‘Then I’m sure he has someone else to take. Maybe his girlfriend?’ I asked, taking the opportunity to fish for information.

  ‘Dan? A girlfriend?’ he laughed. ‘No, lass. Not for the lack of girls in the village throwing themselves at him on the rare occasion he ventures out, other than his daily trips to town. He seems smitten with you though.’

  ‘You think?’ I grabbed a bar stool and dragged it over to sit down next to him as he worked.

  ‘Aye. You can tell the way he looks at you. He’s got it bad.’

  ‘I don’t think so, I think he’s just appreciated having some long term company and someone to cook him some decent meals.’

  ‘I could do with you down the pub, if ever you’re looking for a job, let me know.’

  ‘I have a job thanks, Pete,’ I laughed.

  ‘In London?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Don’t see the attraction myself. All those folk and traffic. What’s wrong with here?’

  ‘Nothing,’ I sighed. ‘It’s beautiful and peaceful, but I have a job and friends in London, that’s where my life is.’

  ‘Your life can be anywhere you choose lassie, anywhere your heart feels at home.’

  ‘So where’s Dan? Has he already left?’

  ‘No, he’s lending some muscle to the power guys. One of your poles came down with the weight of the snow, they should have you back up and running in no time, then I’ll clear a path for his boat so he can get out.’

  ‘Where’s he going?’

  ‘To town, he usually goes every day except for Sunday.’

  ‘For his job?’

  ‘Job? No,’ he laughed. ‘He’s too busy with his job here. Truth be told it’s cause for great speculation among the locals what he does in that town every day. Regular as clockwork he leaves and returns, could virtually set your watch by him.’

  ‘You really have no idea?’ I pried, wondering how on earth Pete could think Dan was too busy looking after the house. Other than ferry me about, chop logs and seriously piss me off sometimes, he didn’t do anything.

  ‘No.’

  ‘And what about his boss?’

  ‘His boss?’ he looked up at me surprised.

  ‘Yes, the owner of this house and island.’

  ‘I … Miss Ellie, it’s well known that he is a very private man, it’s not my place to say any more than I already have.’

  ‘But you haven’t really said anything,’ I reminded him.

  ‘And nor shall I. There, the door’s done, good as new. Ask him not to throw any logs through it again, will you? He has no idea what strings I had to pull to get that done on short notice over the festive period.’

  ‘I’m sure you know Dan better than me, but I have a feeling telling him not to do something is like a red rag to a bull, Pete.’

  ‘Aye, it is that,’ he laughed. ‘He does like getting his way. Can I do anything else for you, Miss Ellie before I go start up my boat?’

  ‘No thank you, I’m just glad the door is fixed so I can move back in.’

  ‘Been staying in the boathouse with him, have you?’ he asked with a raised brow.

  ‘On the sofa,’ I lied.

  ‘Aye, sure. And you’ll be telling me next that wasn’t his favourite shirt you were wearing this morning,’ he no
dded. I felt myself blush. No wonder Dan was mad, I’d pretty much just signalled that we’d had sex and if Pete were a gossip, pretty soon the whole of the village would know it too. ‘Don’t worry your pretty little head lassie, your secret’s safe with me,’ he winked as he tapped the side of his nose. ‘I’ll look forward to seeing you Hogmanay, you’ll need to dress up, it’s the one posh affair we have all year.’

  ‘Sure,’ I smiled, not wanting to disappoint him. I wondered who Dan had asked to go and felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of him dancing with his arms around someone else. Assuming he did dance that was. I had no idea.

  ‘Bye then, be sure to keep warm,’ Pete winked as he closed the door behind me. I blushed as I waved him goodbye then sighed and got to work with the dustpan and brush clearing up the glass, before checking the fridge. The eggs, milk and cheese were all fine, it was so cold in here that it hadn’t spoiled anything. The bread was stale, so I threw it out, and the steaks in the freezer section smelled fine, so I put them in the fridge ready to cook later before cleaning the freezer out. I blew on my hands to try and warm them up and went to light a fire. I’d just finished when I heard a rattling and bubbling noise coming from the fridge. I went and opened it and smiled to see a light on in there. I quickly flicked the kitchen light switch and the spotlights beamed down on me, we had power again. I went to the utility room and turned up the underfloor heating to full blast, to get the house warmed up as fast as possible and sat at the island and wrote out a list of food requirements for Dan to take with him. I made myself a coffee, before racing upstairs and turning on my laptop then plugging in my iPhone and iPad to recharge. I checked flights home first, determined I was going even earlier if I could, but there was a notice saying the airport was still shut. I deleted a load of emails instantly, including two from Zac and smiled when I realised that I hadn’t even thought twice about it. If anything, my time with Dan had convinced me that Zac definitely wasn’t the man for me. I was left with an email from John and three from Brooke. I opened her first one sent on Boxing morning.