Angela threw her head back and grabbed my head with her hands. I felt her body rock with her orgasm as she twisted on the crate, trying to escape my probing tongue. She yelled out and tried to push me back from her twitching pussy, but I held her tight and pushed inside even deeper. Her body squirmed around my head, her fingers tugging on my bushy beard and shaggy hair.
I lapped up her juices. When I had my fill, I moved my tongue to her clit and teased it again. Angela moaned loudly, and I tickled her clit with my tongue. Angela was dripping wet, and my long beard was covered in her juices. I could tell she was ready to come again.
I wanted her to come with me. My cock was ready to explode. I stood and unzipped my pants. My hard member sprang free, erect and ready. Angela reached down and grabbed my cock, guiding it toward her opening impatiently.
I pushed her back onto the crate so she was laying down and pulled her ass to the edge. I buried myself inside her with one hard thrust.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her head falling backward as I pounded into her. “Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder.”
Unable to reach the depths she wanted and I needed, I pulled out and picked her up off the crate. Placing her feet on the floor, I spun her around and bent her over, plunging into her tight wet pussy from behind.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Please, Brad, I want to come!” she moaned as I fucked her hard and fast.
I reached under her and found her clit with my finger, circling it while I thrust into her over and over.
“Oh Brad, oh yes, oh yes.” She was stuttering, and her words became gibberish as pleasure overcame her.
I couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Come with me, Angela,” I demanded as I pushed even deeper into her wetness. I grabbed her hair and tugged gently as a warm feeling began to grow in my groin. I felt her pussy spasm around my cock, and it was all over.
We both came hard, and I stayed inside her for a moment, pumping her full of cum and enjoying her warm wetness. After a moment of pure bliss, I carefully slid out of her and picked up her limp body and turned her to face me. Holding her steady, I leaned close and kissed her lips.
“You are amazing,” I breathed into her ear, holding her close to me.
“So are you,” she breathed, hugging me.
I led her to the small bathroom outside of the kitchen so she could clean up. She came out of the bathroom, still wobbly.
“How are you feeling?” I asked her.
“Good,” she replied, smiling. “Tired.”
“Let me get you set up in a room for the night,” I offered.
To my relief, Clark was still sitting in the little office behind the desk, watching the small TV. He didn’t react when he saw us, and I hoped he hadn’t heard our activity in the pantry.
“Good evening, Brad,” he said happily when I approached the desk.
“Evening, Clark,” I answered. “Can you give me a key to an open room? One queen bed is fine.”
“Sure,” he answered, rising and searching for a key. He grabbed one and returned. “Here you go. Room 26 is open on the second floor,” he said, handing over the key.
I took Angela to her room and opened the door for her.
“There’s an ice machine at the end of the hall. You have a bathroom with some personal supplies. Towels and a robe. I can run home and grab you a t-shirt and shorts,” I offered. She hadn’t been planning on sleeping over, so she didn’t have anything to change into.
“Do you mind?” she asked. “I hate to put you out.”
“You aren’t putting me out,” I assured her. “Go ahead and get settled in. Do you want your laptop from your car?”
“No, I think I’m going to shower and find something on TV to watch.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back with some clothes and something to drink for you as well.”
I hurried to my jeep and drove to my house. I grabbed a t-shirt and found a clean pair of shorts that actually belonged to one of the boys. I figured that my shorts would be too big for her. I found a new toothbrush and a travel pack of toothpaste and deodorant. I went back to the resort and headed to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of seltzer water and a can of soda.
I took everything up to Angela’s room. I knocked lightly on the door, and she answered it, wearing the white robe that came with the room. Her hair was wet, hanging long. She looked sexy as hell, and my dick hardened just looking at her.
“Do you want to come inside?” she asked me, smiling hopefully.
I did. The boys were asleep at my mom’s house, so I was free for the night. I entered the room and closed the door behind me.
Brad
I got up at five a.m. and left Angela’s room. I told her to meet the boys and me for breakfast at ten in the dining room. I hadn't had a chance to talk with Cole or Dax about helping me move Angela today, so I hoped I’d run into them.
I had to make sure that the kitchen was well staffed, as well as the restaurant, as we were likely to be busy over the weekend with newly predicted snow on the peaks. I headed downstairs to the kitchen to check the schedule for the day, knowing the boys wouldn’t wake up until at least nine o’clock since it was Saturday
The kitchen and dining room looked fully staffed for the day, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Honestly, with everything going on, I couldn’t remember how I’d made the schedule.
Feeling confident that Chris, the weekend Head Chef, would have everything taken care of, I left a note for him just in case, more to ease my mind than anything. I left the kitchen and checked on Clark, who was in the common room dusting.
“Morning. Killin’ some time,” he informed me when he saw me.
I smiled at him. There was just something about Clark that made you smile when you saw him. “Did we get any more reservations last night?”
“Booked two more of the cabins for the weekend,” he informed me. “There’s only three left. You know I’ve been watchin’ the news and that weather comin’ in may be worse than we think.”
“How much worse?” I frowned; I hadn’t checked the weather, an oversight I shouldn’t have made.
“Up to a foot of snow in some places, maybe more,” he said, shaking his head knowingly.
“Thanks for the heads up,” I said. “We might get booked this morning but have a lot of stuck people if it turns into a whiteout.”
Crap, I thought. I need to get Angela moved before the weather gets too bad. Whiteouts can last for days.
I left Clark to it and went outside to my jeep. I headed to my mom’s house, even though it wasn’t even six in the morning yet. She was an early riser, though, and I wanted to give her the heads up about the storm.
I pulled in front of her house, which was our childhood home before we built our own cabins. I hurried to the screened-in porch and opened the screen door, letting it spring closed behind me.
BANG…bang, bang, bang…
Shit, I thought as it smacked several times against its frame.
“Who is it?” I heard my mom call from inside.
“It’s me,” I announced. I heard her in the kitchen, which was straight back down the main hallway.
“Brad!” she exclaimed. “You know better than to let the screen door bang closed like that! You’re going to wake up the entire neighborhood.”
“Yeah, the entire Hunter family neighborhood,” I said, a touch of sarcasm in my tone, which she narrowed her eyes at. “And maybe that’s for the best. We have a lot of work to do today.”
“Yes, I’ve been watching the weather on TV. Looks like a big cold front’s blowing in. Up to twelve inches of snow, more in some places,” she said, frowning. “Crazy April weather.”
“I know. This will probably be the last snowfall of the year,” I remarked.
“Yeah, and the snow is always good for us, so I shouldn’t complain about it.”
“I just talked to Clark and we’re pretty much booked. Only got three cabins left for the weekend,” I told her. “And I’m sure l
ots of locals will come up to try and beat the storm today. I hope they don’t get stuck here, and we get overbooked,” I commented, a bit concerned.
“We’ll deal with it. We always do. It’s good that we’ll be busy. Busy means cash,” Mom answered. “Now, all I have to do is to put on my working face earlier than expected this morning.”
“We might be short on housekeeping,” I informed her. “I had those interviews last week, but they aren’t scheduled to start until May.”
“Okay, no problem. I’ll call Ms. Everette and ask if she can come in for some overtime. She always offers,” she said, a melancholy tone to her voice. “I think she’s lonely at home anyway.”
“Will you get the boys up by nine-thirty and send them down to the resort for breakfast? In fact, why don’t you join us? Angela and me, that is?” I asked her, smiling.
“Okay, that sounds good,” she nodded, though I could tell her thoughts were elsewhere. “Check-in time isn’t until eleven, so that’s plenty of time to eat. I made sure all the rooms were ready yesterday, and the cabins should be fine.”
“The kitchen and dining room is fully staffed. We might need a couple of bartenders,” I said. “Maybe Angela will help me out. She offered to help since she’ll be staying with us.”
“No time like the present to be thrown into the family business,” Mom said with a laugh.
“I want to take Angela to her house to get some things before the storm sets in,” I mused. “If we have the time.”
“Okay, keep me posted,” she said. “I have your old room ready for her.”
Driving next door to my house, I went inside to shower and freshen up before heading back down to the resort for the day. Once back at the main building, I went straight to my office to check on a few things before the day began.
At nine forty-five, Angela walked into my office.
“Good morning, handsome,” she greeted me, wearing the black dress from yesterday.
“Morning, beautiful,” I answered. “I’m ready almost for breakfast. Did you see the news this morning? Looks like a big storm is brewing.”
“Yes, I saw that,” Angela said. “I was thinking I should run to my house and pack a couple of bags and grab some things I need before the storm sets in.”
“That’s probably a good idea. I was going to ask Cole or Dax to help us move some of your stuff, but all you really need right now are clothes and personal items,” I stated. “We can run down there after we eat. I think Cole and Dax will be needed here, anyway. The resort is completely booked.”
We headed to breakfast, and the entire family showed up like I’d hoped they would. I wanted to discuss the game plan for the weekend. Everything seemed to be under control for the moment. That might change once the snow started.
This was also my chance to tell everyone that Angela would be staying with us for a while. I hadn’t had the chance to talk to the boys yet, so I left the reasoning vague. I would tell my brothers later what was going on.
“Cool!” Bryce exclaimed when he heard that Angela would be staying in my old room.
“Yeah, that’s totally awesome,” Reid agreed, smiling at Angela.
“Now you’ll have more time to hang out with us,” Bryce remarked. “You said you would go fishing with us one day.”
“Yes, I did. And I will,” Angela promised.
After breakfast, Angela and I drove to town together after sending the boys off with Cole to help him. I wanted to get back up to the resort as quickly as we could, as guests were starting to arrive. Angela packed several suitcases and filled travel bags with shoes and other personal items.
The room she was going to stay in at the house was furnished with a bed and a dresser. We carried her small TV and DVD player, along with some of her favorite movies to the jeep. All packed up, I was ready to go back up to the resort.
“I want to stop at the general store before heading back,” Angela informed me.
“Okay, I’ll come with you,” I offered. I really didn’t want her to be in town alone.
“No, you go on back. They might need you up there,” she insisted.
“I don’t think you should be alone.”
“I’ll be fine,” Angela assured me. “I need some things like shampoo and other personal things I’d like to grab before coming up there, especially if the storm makes traveling the roads hard.”
“Alright,” I agreed reluctantly.
“I’m just going to the store in town. Plenty of people will be around. It’s daytime,” she reminded me, chuckling at my worry. “I promise I’ll be careful, and I’ll hurry. I’ll be right behind you.”
“Okay, but hurry. And keep your head on a swivel,” I ordered, pointing at her like a father would a teenaged daughter. “If your ex is here, you don’t know what he might try.” I glanced up and down the street and saw no sign of the black car, but that didn’t mean he wasn't nearby.
“I will,” Angela promised me again. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss put me at ease, and I watched as she got into her car and drove up the street.
I thought about following her but headed to the resort. As I drove up the winding mountain road, big white snow flurries began floating from the sky.
Once there, I got Cole to help me unload Angela’s things into the main house. I went over to my place and grabbed a cup of coffee and stood on the porch where I had a good view of the main road coming into the resort.
I knew that I should go back down to the main building to see where I was needed, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything but Angela returning.
The wind picked up, and the snow began falling faster. The snowflakes were bigger, thick and white, as I watched them stick to the windshield of the jeep. I was worried about Angela.
I shouldn’t have left her, I thought.
Every minute I didn’t see her car coming up that road, my stress level rose.
I sat and watched and waited, the heavy feeling in my gut weighing me down. My feelings for Angela had grown quickly and deeply, and I realized I didn’t want her to stay here just temporarily.
I wanted her to stay here forever.
Angela
I drove to the general store on Main Street and parked my car in one of the head-in spaces that were lined in front of the shops on this part of the street. As I got out of my car, I noticed that the wind was picking up. White snow flurries began to flutter from the sky.
Brad’s family had mentioned how bad the mountain road leading up to the resort got when it snowed a lot. Often, the road would be closed for several days before the township got around to plowing it.
I hurried into the shop and rushed through the aisles, picking up what I needed as quickly as I could While I was checking out, I happened to glance out of the shop’s front window and thought I saw a black car go by. I didn’t have a clear view, so I couldn’t be certain it was the same black sedan.
However, my nerves went into overdrive.
Crap, I thought, as the checkout clerk rang up my items. As soon as I paid, I grabbed my bags and almost ran to my car. The flurries had turned into bigger snowflakes. The cold air stung my cheeks, and I shivered in my jacket. The other parking spaces that were occupied when I had entered the store were now empty. The sidewalks had cleared of people and were replaced by a light dusting of snow.
I looked up and down the street and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. A salt truck was gliding slowly up the street, throwing salt behind it onto the road. I saw a couple other cars stop at the stop sign before driving slowly through the town square. None of them were black.
Sighing in relief, I opened the passenger door to find room for the newly acquired bags. I had to adjust a couple of things before being satisfied that the bags wouldn't shift during travel up the windy mountain road.
As I finished, I got a sense that someone was watching me. I froze for a second, then straightened and looked around. At first, I didn’t see anybody. As I let my eyes travel abou
t the area, I caught a slight movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked over just in time to see a dark figure disappear into the small opening between the general store and the building beside it. I stood still for a moment, not sure what to do.
I shivered and tried to tell myself I was just being paranoid. To prove it to myself, I shut the passenger side door and walked around to the front of my car. I had my keys in my hand and positioned the car key between my thumb and fingers, making a fist around it so I could use it as a weapon if I needed to.
I peered into the small walkway space between the two buildings just in time to see the dark figure exit through the back. The figure moved quickly. At first, I thought that it could be a shop worker, maybe one of the employees taking out the trash.
The snow was falling faster now, so I got into the driver’s side and started my car. I made sure the car doors were locked and backed out of the space onto the road. Goosebumps formed on my arms, and I shivered again.
I turned my car onto Main Street to head out of town where I would turn onto the mountain road that led up to the resort. I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw the black sedan with the tinted windows turn from a side street and fall into line behind me.
I gasped.
My first thought was to speed up, but the road was slick from the snow. I couldn’t drive any faster than I was going. I didn’t see anyone as I drove down Main Street.
I kept driving, and the black sedan stayed behind me. I tried to see who was driving, but the windows were too dark to see inside. I thought about grabbing my cell phone and calling the police, but it was out of my reach. I had thrown it in with the bags from the general store on the passenger side floor.
Shit, I thought.
The last thing I wanted to do was stop to retrieve my phone, so I kept on driving. I reached the road to the resort and turned onto it. To my relief, I watched in my rearview mirror as the black sedan slowed but kept driving straight.
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