Lift Pass

by Hunter King

  I still feel the spasms in her cunt as we lie there, otherwise motionless.

  “Holy shit,” I whisper.

  “Yeah, holy shit,” Pearl says, smiling as she uses a gloved hand to push the hair back from my sweaty brow.

  “That was amazing.”

  “Better than amazing,” she coos.

  We kiss again, and I feel something more in this one. It’s not just hot and sexual this time, it’s deeper and more profound. Is it possible to fall in love with someone in a matter of hours? Some too-rational part of me says it’s not, but I know in my heart that this is the beginning of a much bigger thing between Pearl and I.

  I have no doubt whatsoever about that.

  “Jesus, it’s cold,” I say. My ass is fucking freezing.

  “Is it?” Pearl responds coyly. “I hadn’t noticed.”

  “We can’t stay like this much longer.”

  “But we can try.”

  We probably could go another round. My cock certainly wants to; it’s still just as hard as it was before I entered her.

  I pull out a little, then slip it back in. She’s even silkier inside now, lubed up with her own juices and copious amounts of my cum.

  “Are you sure you want—”

  “Yes,” she says, pulling me to her for yet another kiss as we begin fucking all over again.

  “Connor!”

  We both freeze when we hear my name being shouted. Neither of us is the shouter; the voice came from outside.

  “Connor!” it comes again.

  “That’s Brett,” I say.

  Instantly, we’re both scrambling to uncouple and get our clothes back on. My pants still at my knees, I lean to the window and see several men in the snow far below us. Their flashlight beams are searching all over the area down there.

  “Up here!” I shout as loud as I can. When the flashlights all turn upwards and illuminate our cabin, I quickly close my ski jacket, grateful that they can only see me from the waist up.

  “What the fuck are you doing up there?” someone shouts. It’s definitely Brett’s voice.

  “We got stuck!” I yell. “How did you find us?”

  “Your Fitbit, numbnuts!” he shouts. Of course. He and I always enable GPS locating of each other’s Fitbits when we’re skiing, in case one of us gets hurt where no one can see him.

  I look over as Pearl zips up her jacket. There’s relief written all over her face, but there’s something more there, too—something that tells me the connection I felt wasn’t just on my end.

  “I’ll have them bring you down!” Brett yells. “Stay put!”

  “Where the fuck would I go?” I shout, laughing. I watch as the search party moves downhill, then turn back to Pearl again. “We’re saved.”

  “So it seems,” she says. “But you really need to put this away before it freezes and falls off.”

  Her gloved hand wraps around my dangling half-hard cock. In all the excitement, I never finished getting dressed.

  “My god, I love this thing,” Pearl says as she releases me.

  I tuck it away and finish getting dressed, then sit next to her. My arm drapes over her shoulders and her hand rests on my upper thigh.

  Pearl sighs, “Just when I was beginning to like it up here.”

  “We should continue this back in my suite,” I say, “after a long soak in the hot tub there.”

  “You have a hot tub? In that case, I accept your invitation.”

  The gondola suddenly jolts. Then it jolts a second time, swaying, before it begins ascending the hill.

  “We’re going up,” Pearl says, alarmed.

  “They have to bring us to the top before we can go back down to the bottom on the other side. We have another ten minutes or so. Not enough time for round two.”

  “Time enough for another few kisses, though,” she says slyly. “Besides, we should continue in a warmer place. It’s cold as fuck in here.”

  I smile at the new woman in my life.

  “Is it? I hadn’t noticed.”

  Five Years Later

  Pearl

  So I got to meet Brett Carnegie after all. He was waiting there at the base station when our gondola made it back down the mountain. After draping us with blankets, he looked at me, then stared at Connor for quite a while, then looked at me again with an expression that said he’d somehow read Connor’s mind and knew exactly what had transpired in that gondola car.

  Brett was also the best man at our wedding.

  Connor and I got married just three months after we met. There was really no point in waiting any longer; after spending the rest of that weekend in his suite at Bachelor Mountain Lodge, we knew we were meant for each other.

  We spent the weekend together, and the show’s producers were pissed that I bailed on them (though they were all smiles again when they heard later that we were getting married, and they mentioned it several times during that episode when it was broadcast).

  After our glorious weekend together, Connor and I reluctantly went our separate ways, with promises to keep in touch and try to arrange a vacation reunion. But after a week of non-stop Facetiming (including some wickedly depraved moments), Connor asked me to move in with him a first-real-date weekend at my place, and I happily accepted. We transferred my training to Colorado and officially became a couple just a week after we met.

  I’m getting ahead of myself, though. Back to that first night…

  After our “rescue,” we had some explaining to do to the lodge’s head of security. He seemed suspiciously deferential to Connor, and it certainly didn’t help that Brett came along to help smooth things over. As soon as we were done, we headed to Connor’s room—which was actually a large suite—and ripped off each other’s clothes, then jumped into that hot tub, where we remained for a long, long time, gazing out at the moonlit mountainside when we weren’t kissing or playing with each other’s bodies.

  Connor ordered dinner and Champagne from room service, and we hid beneath the cover of bubbles as an embarrassed hotel employee brought it right up to the hot tub for us. Not just any Champagne, mind you, but $500-a-bottle Crystal. And he ordered two bottles.

  “How can you afford all this?” I asked, gesturing at the suite and the bubbly. “And why is everyone here kissing your ass? Didn’t you tell me you owned a sporting goods store?”

  Connor laughed. “I said I owned a sporting goods business. I’m the founder of Denali International.”

  You could have knocked me over with a feather. Connor owned the biggest snow ski equipment company in the world. Denali International is worth billions.

  Not that it changed my opinion of him. I was already falling in love with him because he’s smart and fun and an incredible lover. We stayed up all night having sex, and by morning I was a deliriously happy, thoroughly exhausted and a little sore, newly crowned size queen.

  Yes, I admit it. The very first time I got on top and felt him sink into me, I knew I was hooked. But the truth is, I love Connor so much I would have married him if he had a micro-penis. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man, and in a husband.

  He’s the perfect father, too. We have two children; Connor Jr. is four and Amelia is two, and “Sex Unknown” is currently growing inside me and will be added to the family about six weeks from now.

  We can’t be a hundred percent certain, but we’re pretty sure little Connor was conceived during that first weekend. We like to think he arrived in our lives during that first time, on the gondola, but the truth is we had so much sex back in Connor’s suite over the weekend that there’s no way to know for sure.

  As for my Olympic aspirations, I soon lost the urge to train so many hours a day, seven days a week. That’s what it takes to make the Olympic team, and I just didn’t have it in me once I discovered there was so much more to experience. My life is amazing now and I never miss being an elite athlete.

  I’m still a damn good skier, though. Connor values my skiing experience enough to have added me to Den
ali’s design team, and they accepted me graciously—after I kicked all their asses in a downhill competition at our department’s “getting to know each other” weekend in the Swiss Alps.

  Most of all, though, I love spending time in my husband’s arms.

  Connor claims he knew from the first moment he saw me that he was looking at the woman of his dreams. I tell him those must have been wet dreams, because there was no possible way he could know from one look that he would fall in love with me.

  As for me, it was definitely not love at first sight.

  Love at first kiss, though?

  Maybe so. At least that’s what started it all, and Connor’s amazing kissing skill is what got me so lust-crazed in that gondola.

  If we had never been stranded on that lift for eleven freezing hours, I doubt any of this would have happened. I’d have easily beaten Connor to the bottom of the hill, then spent the rest of the weekend trying to get ten minutes with Brett Carnegie in the hopes of furthering my Olympic hopes.

  Instead, we got ourselves stuck in the gondola and Mother Nature took over to make sure we got closer and closer until the inevitable happened.

  And that’s what our relationship seems like, as if it was inevitable that Connor and I would end up together. It feels as if that entire weekend—the contest, the TV show, Brett’s appearance, our daring each other to race, the stuck gondola… all of it—had been set up specifically to get the two of us together.

  Life sometimes does that.

  When I first realized we were trapped in that gondola, I looked across the cabin at Connor and literally wanted to kill him. In that moment, I’d never hated a man so much.

  By the time the weekend was over, I was ready to spend the rest of my life with him.

  For the record, our first real date was indeed a movie date. Connor came to meet me at Squaw Valley the following weekend and took me to dinner and a movie in Reno. And yes, he does own his own jet, which he pilots himself (because of course he does).

  As for the special dessert I promised him if he made that trip, it has lasted five incredible years—and counting.

  About the Author

  Prior to writing for a living full-time, Hunter King graduated from a snobby East Coast college with a degree in Applied Bourbon Studies. He worked in Silicon Valley until he his conscience was in need of serious rehab. Eighteen months touring the United States on a Ducati motorcycle with nothing but a backpack and a surly attitude did the trick, and he managed to have at least one slice of pie in all 48 continental states.

  These days Hunter lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with his constant companion, Miles the African Grey parrot. He’s never without a fresh cup of coffee, and he likes it like he likes his novels’ heroines: a little sweet, very bold, and hot as fuck.

  Hunter loves to hear from his fans, but phone calls tend to be interrupted by Miles’s incessant squawking, so it’s a much better idea to email him at: hunter@hunterkingauthor.com.

  Also by Hunter King

  Baby, It’s Cold Inside

  is the debut story from romance author Hunter King.

  Sarah Vickers is nursing a badly broken heart after being dumped just before Christmas by a narcissistic man-child. She wants only to turn her brain and her heart off for a few days and take solace in the soothing hot springs at the Awtenbush Resort just outside of the picturesque village of Snowdon, MA.

  Josh Temsik has a failing business, and the holiday cheer is way more than he can stand this year. He’s at Awtenbush to avoid the crowds, the decorations,and any kind of Christmas spirit, and intends to do his best to ignore everyone as he soaks his stress away.

  When a Polar Vortex dumps three feet of snow on the resort and drops the temperature down near zero, the power grid goes down and leaves the resort with no electricity and no heat. Thrown together for survival, Sarah and Josh quickly discover their own method of heating things up.

  But is Sarah’s warmth enough to crack through Josh’s icy exterior? Will Josh prove to be the real man Sarah longs for?

  And how is Santa Claus is involved in getting these two together?

  Stay tuned for much more from Hunter in 2020.

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  Copyright © 2020 by Hunter King

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual living persons is purely coincidental.

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