by Celia Aaron
The sounds faded to the background and all I could sense was him right next to me. The man who’d made me come harder than I ever had in my life. I shook my head, as if that would clear it.
“It’s okay, Anna. Don’t overthink it.” His low voice was steady and soothing and his pressure increased on my shoulder, warmth transferring from him to me.
How could he know the storm roiling inside me? And worse, how could he know to say exactly what I needed to hear?
“Are you, um, are you single?” one of the blondes blurted. It appeared she’d surreptitiously unzipped the top of her ski jacket during our ride so that her cleavage was proudly displayed.
Niles pulled me into his side. “Do I look single?”
Blondie frowned and zipped up her jacket. Her cohort snickered until Blondie elbowed her in the ribs.
We rode the rest of the way in silence, though my smile may have spoken louder than words.
Once we came to a stop, the blondes exited in a huff. Niles led me out and we sat to get our skis situated. He was attentive, helping me snap everything in place before starting on his own skis. I stared down at his thick red hair, made markedly brighter by the backdrop of white. When he looked up at me with his sapphire eyes, a host of butterflies sprang up in my stomach.
“All set?” He stepped into his skis.
“Yes.”
“Which run are you feeling?”
“Oh, we don’t have to, I mean, you don’t have to go on the slopes with me. I stick to the medium runs, blues mostly. You’re probably more of a double black diamond guy or something.” I wanted him to stay with me, but I didn’t want to ruin his day with the bunny hills.
“Blues are fine by me. If you remember, dark blues are my thing.” He winked, devilish and handsome.
“Are we back to the rowing again?” I laughed. “Blue versus blue?”
“Indeed we are. I’m glad things can always come back around to what’s most important in life.” He stood and readied his poles. “After you, my lady.”
I took off, gliding up the slope until we reached the open ski lift. After a short wait, we hopped on and sailed up the mountain a bit further. The sun was high and bright, the snow beneath us blinding.
“Perfect day to ski.” He put his hand on my knee and massaged it, his long fingers splayed against the white of my pants.
“I know. Brent and Mom should have saved shopping for later.” I didn’t know what I’d actually said. I could only think about his hand on my knee, his fingers, the way they’d been inside me not that much earlier.
“What slope are you thinking?”
“Pussyfoot,” I answered, once again, without thinking.
He laughed and moved his hand further up my thigh just a bit. Thank god I had clamped my oversized Jackie-O sunglasses on or he would have seen the intense red blush that crept into my cheeks.
“That’s one of my favorites, as well.”
I know.
Reality was muffled, the only sound the wind and the only sensation his hand on my leg, rubbing circles against my inner thigh. I slid from the lift and onto the platform, and he followed. We skied to the top of the run.
Before I could start down, he tightened up the scarf around my neck. Then he pulled a tube of lip protectant from his pocket and smoothed it along my lips. Strangely erotic, he looked into my eyes as he did it. I should have felt ridiculous – a grown woman getting babied like that – but I felt protected, happy even.
Once he was done with my lips, he quickly smoothed some on his own and stowed it back into his pocket.
“Ready?” he smiled and my breath caught.
“Yes.” He was melting me bit by bit, just a snowman on a hot day.
I broke my gaze and looked down the slope. The snow was perfect, still smooth from a recent grooming.
I pushed my poles into the powder and stroked lightly down the slope. Niles was at my elbow in a moment, both of us gliding easily down the curving trail of white. The wind hummed through the trees along the edges and chilled the few spots of exposed skin on my face. I didn’t care. The feeling of easy speed was exhilarating. There were only a few other skiers around us, leaving us in our own little bubble.
“Never knew simply sliding down a hill could be so much fun, yeah?” he said over the sound of our skis.
“I’ve never really thought about it like that, but I guess that’s what we’re doing.” I laughed.
He returned my smile before digging in his poles and shooting out ahead. He looked back and waggled his eyebrows. A challenge. He may have been a double black diamond skier, but he wasn’t going to beat me on my favorite run.
I dug my poles in and shot down after him. He turned back forward and got serious, pushing himself farther out in front. I tucked in, and flew down, right on his tail. He glanced over his shoulder, a look of surprise on his face at how close I’d already gotten. Then he dug in harder and faster, both of us flying past other skiers as Niles called out “on the left” or “on the right” as we went.
I had always been competitive. In school, in soccer, in anything that I felt I excelled at. I didn’t excel at skiing, but I would be damned if I would let Niles beat me.
I pumped my arms, digging the poles in even as they skittered along the surface. We were racing down the mountain, the scenery blurring in a green and white wave of speed. My heart was pumping and my knees started to burn from the tension. I bent them further and leaned into it, barreling ahead and getting to Niles’ elbow.
He glanced to me, a smile plastered in his face. There was a matching one on mine as we stopped pushing and simply let the hill take us. We glided over the snow, the whisper and whir of our skis the only competing sound with the wind.
We reached the part where the hill turned slightly to the right and joined the main run. He looked over at me, now neck and neck. He didn’t see the skier in red who’d eased into the run only a few feet ahead of him. I screamed, but it was too late. The impact sent the red skier onto his back and Niles went flying.
CHAPTER SIX
Niles
I didn’t pass out. I wished I had, but I didn’t. I slid down the snow on my back before friction finally made an appearance and slowed me down. My sunglasses were long gone and the sun was blinding me. Pain radiated from my left leg, along with less intense aches from other parts of my body.
“Niles!” Anna’s voice, or rather a scream.
I was still sliding, lazily now. Then I bumped into something. It blocked the sun. Big and blue, it was talking to me.
“—quite a spill. You okay? Ski patrol will be here in a minute.”
Anna appeared above me and she dropped to her knees at my side. She pushed her sunglasses on top of her head and showed me her beautiful eyes. I smiled, but I think it came across as more of a wince.
“Oh my god, Niles. Are you okay? What hurts?”
“How’s the other guy?” I tried to sit up, but couldn’t quite make it.
Anna pressed a hand to my shoulder. “Lie still. I’m going to check you. What hurts the worst?” She was so close, the concern in her eyes lighting me up from the inside.
“The other guy?”
“He’s fine, Niles.” She blew a strand of hair out of her face in one sexy, exasperated move. “Just had the wind knocked out of him. Now, where?”
She peered into my eyes, one after the other.
“Left calf.”
She disappeared from my view and I cursed. Pressure at my knee and then lower, her small hands working deftly. The pain grew the further she went until I groaned.
“It’s broken.” She came back in my field of vision. I smiled.
“That’s not a good thing, Niles.” She frowned.
“I know. I just—”
“I see ski patrol further up the run. They’ll be here in a minute.” The big blue bear of a man was still standing off to the side, watching and directing traffic.
“Where else hurts?” She ran her hands along my chest and down
to my abs. “Any of this bother you?”
“No, but keep going with the massage.”
She rolled her eyes but still gave me a small smile before feeling down my arms. I was achy, but nothing held a candle to the pain in my leg. The cold of the snow seeped into my back and I wanted to sit up, but I didn’t try it lest I make my nurse angry.
“There’s another spot, too.”
She paused and looked at me expectantly.
“Just south of my navel and north of my upper thighs.”
The big blue bear laughed. Anna smacked me on the arm and then held her hand to her mouth with horror.
She looked like a snow angel. “It’s okay, Anna. I had that hit coming.”
“He did,” agreed blue bear.
The purr of an engine approached, and it wasn’t long before I was loaded up and carted down the mountain. Anna rode along with me, worry painting her face and coloring her dark eyes.
At the ER and then before surgery, she held my hand and kept a watch. It was as if she’d already gone into doctor mode.
She was even waiting when I woke up from surgery, along with Dad and a worried Ellen.
Ellen hugged my neck with the strength of ten blue bears. When my eyes started to bulge, Dad pulled her away and I lay back against the stack of pillows in the hospital bed. Anna held my other hand.
“Well at least you’re getting along with your sister.” Dad smiled.
Anna cringed and let my hand go. I wanted to grab it back.
“I meant it as a compliment, Annalise.”
“Who cares?” Ellen asked. “I’m just glad we’re all in one piece. Well, we all are now thanks to the rod in your leg.”
Anna backed away from the bed and sat. She looked drained.
I glanced at the windows behind her. It was dark outside.
“What time is it?” The haze from the meds was still clouding things for me.
“A little after ten.” Dad patted me on the arm. “Glad you’re all right, son.”
“Thanks.” I couldn’t take my eyes off Anna. I wanted her to rest, to stop worrying, to give me her smile again.
“That late already?” Ellen asked and then swore under her breath. “Oh no, Howie hasn’t been out in ages!”
“You stay here. I’ll go and let him out.” Dad picked up his coat from the sofa near the door.
“No.” I shook my head. “Everyone go home and get some sleep. I’ll be fine.”
Ellen put her hands on her hips, a classic stonewall move of hers. “Someone should stay, Niles, what if—”
“I’ll stay.” Anna leaned back in her chair, apparently unwilling to budge.
“Are you sure?” Ellen glanced from me to Anna, trepidation in her eyes.
“It’s fine Mom, really. I need to get used to all this if I’m going to go to med school, right?”
“Well …”
Dad looked from me to Anna and smiled the slightest bit. “I think they’ll be all right. Come on, let’s go. We’ll have the house to ourselves. Maybe we can get up to some funny business.”
Ellen blushed. “Brent! At a time like this when your son is—hang on—what are you…”
Ellen kept scolding even as she allowed dad to help her with her coat and led her to the door.
“See you in the morning.” Dad gave a knowing look from Anna and back to me again before escorting a tittering Ellen from the room.
“That still grosses me out.” Anna propped her head on her hand.
“What, our parents getting it on?”
Anna groaned. “Yes, that.” She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palms.
“Come on.” I shifted over, ignoring the pain radiating from the cast on my leg. It was a dull ache, whatever pain medicine they’d given me doing its job.
She shook her head. “I’ll just sleep on the couch over there.” But then she met my eyes, and I could see she was tempted.
I scooted further and groaned. She was up in an instant, leaning over me. “What, what happened? Do you need more pillows?”
My plan worked. She was close enough so I could grab her and drag her over the rail. She squeaked with surprise as I settled her into the bed next to me.
“Gotcha.” I lay back, somehow drained from that small exertion.
“I can’t sleep in your bed—”
“You can and you will.” I inhaled her scent – some sort of fruity lotion and her shampoo. “I need to be attended to and you’re just the pre-med student to do it.”
She tried to sit up and away from me, but I clamped my hand on her like a vise.
She sighed. “Fine. I’ll stay, Niles. I’ll stay. Just let me take my jacket off. And my shoes.”
“That’s more like it.” I relaxed and watched her strip off her outer layer. Her breasts were perfectly round against her fleecy top, begging to be touched. “Get under the covers.”
“No.” She stripped her shoes off and tossed them next to the bed.
I gripped the sheet and ripped it from under her like a magician with a tablecloth. “Yes. Get under here with me.”
“What if the nurse comes i—”
The door swung open, and a nurse came in, right on cue. Dark skin and eyes, she had a friendly smile and a clipboard. She grinned when she saw Anna and me snuggling in the bed. Anna stiffened and moved away. Not a chance. I pulled her into my side.
“Nothing better than a little company when you’re trying to recover.” The nurse shuffled up to me and checked the machine hooked up to my IV. “You’re still getting pain meds – the good stuff – for the next couple of hours. Enjoy it while you can.” She fiddled with some buttons and the machine beeped.
“All right. You’re all set. You two need anything, just hit the call button and I’ll be in here in two shakes. Try and get some rest.” She marked a few things off her clipboard. Then she winked at me and squeaked her rubber soles away from us before hitting the lights and pulling the door closed.
“Alone at last.” I relaxed and hit the button to lay the bed all the way back. “Get comfy, Anna. I want you here when I wake up. If you’re not, this cast won’t stop me from punishing you and enjoying every second of it.”
A sound caught in her throat at the threat and my cock twitched. But the swirl of morphine or whatever it was coursed through my blood made my eyes close. She settled in next to me, snuggling into my side but careful not to touch my cast. I pulled her tighter, forcing her to put her head on my chest. The tendrils of her hair tickled my nose as I drifted off to sleep.
***
The nurse was back. “Didn’t mean to wake you sugar,” she whispered.
Anna slept soundly on my chest. I blinked hard a few times and the dull ache in my leg went up a few notches.
I must have grimaced because the nurse said, “We’ve cut out the hard stuff, but I just pushed something different in your IV. Not as strong, but it should kick in shortly.”
“What time is it?” I asked.
“About three a.m. or so. I’ll be back around in a couple hours. Get on back to sleep.” She glanced down to Anna. “She looks like a perfect angel, you know that?”
“She is.”
The nurse smiled, warm and wise. “That’s the right answer, young man.” Then she left, once again closing the door.
Anna shifted on my chest and moved her head to rest into the crook of my neck. Her tits pressed into my side and her knee was slung over my thigh. Her breaths against my skin were like a spark. The spark turned into embers, and when she made a soft sigh in her sleep, I was alight.
The pain in my leg was nothing compared to my demanding shaft. It tented my hospital gown and the sheet on top of it.
“Anna,” I whispered and kissed the crown of her head. I smoothed my hand up and down her back and she moved against me, pressing her tits even harder into my side.
Her hand smoothed across my chest. I grabbed it and moved it down to my cock. I wrapped her fingers around my shaft and groaned at the feeling. She let out a gas
p and woke.
She looked up at me. “What are you—”
I claimed her mouth and kept my hand on top of hers, moving her fingers up and down, from base to tip. Each stroke had my hips straining upward. I didn’t feel my leg. All I felt was the pleasure in her grip. I licked along her lips and sank my tongue inside. She moaned and began stroking me herself. I let go and reached to her hair, grabbing a handful and crushing her to me as her hand worked my cock.
She couldn’t get her hand all the way closed around my length, but she was trying, increasing the delicious pressure moment by moment. I could have come just from her hand, but I wanted more. I wanted her on top of me, her slick cunt milking me.
I broke our kiss. “Strip.”
She glanced to the door. “But the nurse—”
“Won’t be back for hours.” I pushed her until she was sitting and started yanking the hem of her shirt up.
“But the door doesn’t lock!” she hissed and tried to slap my hand away.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair close to her scalp. “My leg’s broken, but I’ll still master you, Anna. I know your panties get wet when I say that. I want them to. It’s true. So you can either fight me and lose anyway or cooperate. I would generally prefer your fight, but the leg makes it a bit more difficult.”
She glanced down to the cast hidden beneath the sheet and propped up on pillows.
“You are going to be naked, your tits bouncing as you ride my cock, one way or another.” I yanked her shirt up again.
She sighed, seemingly resigned to her fate. I would have fought her and spanked her plump ass, but this way was easier given the circumstances. We’d have plenty of time for discipline once I’d healed up.
She peeled her shirt off and unhooked her bra. She glanced to the door every so often. That would stop as soon as she slid down on my cock. Her smell surrounded me and I wanted to taste between her legs.
She got to her knees and unbuttoned her pants, pushing them and her panties down before working them off. I fisted my cock as she undressed, as bit by bit of her gorgeous body came into my greedy view.
I ran my hand up and down my length, pretending it was her small hand again. I pushed the sheet down and her gaze locked on my slick head. When her tongue darted to her lips, I couldn’t take another second without her being impaled on me.