Advancing in her direction, I asked, “I take it you approve?” Two perfectly sculpted brows shot up as I collapsed onto the sofa beside her.
“Do you travel like this all the time?” she asked as she scooted to put a little distance between us. Slowly shifting my position, I grazed my thigh against hers, intentionally bridging the gap between us. Thankfully, she didn’t challenge me. If she had, she would have found herself sitting on my lap. We weren’t ready for that just yet, but we would be... Visions of Wynne straddling my lap, her core pressed against my cock, danced across my mind. As her scent permeated the small cabin, I tried to place it. It wasn’t floral or citrus. Whatever it was, I liked it. By the way my cock was standing at attention, he apparently liked it too.
Bringing my focus back to the question at hand, I thought about how to answer it. The old Sander wouldn’t think twice about lying. Why? Because the truth only resulted in trouble. Unfortunately, in my line of business, honesty came at a cost. I’d learned the hard way that relationships were nothing more than a liability. Still, something made me want to tell Wynne the truth. I settled for somewhere in between.
“Let’s just say I’m conscientious about how I spend my money, now more than ever before.”
“Why? Because you don’t have as much of it, or because you’ve learned to value it?” Her question was surprisingly perceptive. At times I had more money than I knew what to do with. Money that I’d blown on drugs, booze, women, and who knows what else. Sobriety had taught me many things, one being that fortune, like fame, was a fleeting thing. Her question hung between us as the jet’s engines whirred to life.
Frowning, she jerked her eyes to the closed hatch and then back at me. “Wait. Isn’t Ferris coming?” The fact that she didn’t know meant that Ferris hadn’t gone running to her room last night to tell her. This made me extremely happy.
Mustering up a look of disappointment, I answered, “Unfortunately, Ferris’s dad arrived late last night and is taking him skiing. He won’t be joining us.” Then, completely fishing, I added, “I hope you’re not too disappointed? I know how close the two of you are.”
“Ferris and I are just friends,” she clarified. And that is all you will ever be, I thought.
The captain let us know that we had five minutes until take off, and I asked, “Would you care for a drink? There’s bottled water, wine, champagne, sodas, or if you’d prefer a mixed drink, I can make you one.”
“Are you having anything?” she asked. Ahhh, I wasn’t the only one fishing. Fair enough.
“I think I’ll have water.”
“That sounds good, I’ll have the same.”
“I’m more of a weekend drinker,” I added as an afterthought. Then, as I rose to grab the waters, I thought about how easily the lie had slipped off my tongue. This got me thinking about how often I lied. The answer bothered me. So much so, that I found myself wanting to amend it with the truth. Before I could stop them, the words were out. “Actually, that’s not really true. I used to be a day and a night drinker. To the point that it landed me in rehab a few times.” I didn’t bother to mention the pills. With the waters in hand, I returned to the sofa and reclaimed my position next to her. “I haven’t had a drink in exactly two years and two days.” With my eyes on hers, I waited. For what, I wasn’t really sure. Her silence was all it took for me to second guess my moment of truth. What the fuck was I doing? Telling Wynne this was tantamount to committing career suicide. I might as well open the hatch and jump.
My gaze dropped to her mouth as she nervously licked her lips. “I Googled you,” she admitted. Her guilty expression and hesitant tone told me how uncomfortable she was in her admission. Poor girl. The whole world had Googled me. I would be shocked if she hadn’t.
“So, you already know of my sins. Hmmm, this changes everything,” I teased.
“I know what the tabloids say. I also know that most of it is gossip,” she offered with a shrug. I’d already spilled enough personal truths for one day. It was time to change the subject.
“I have to admit, I’m glad that Ferris couldn’t make it. I have nothing against him, but I would much rather be spending the next five days with you.”
“Oh? Why is that?” Her breathy response made me smile. My eyes dropped to her neck, her pulse fluttering like tiny butterfly wings. I bet her heart was racing just as fast. I liked that I had this effect on her. Fuck knows she affected me. A piece of hair had escaped from the knot. As I leaned over to tuck it behind her ear, my focus drifted to her chest. Well, what do we have here? Like two ripe berries waiting to be plucked from the vine, her nipples poked through her shirt. Ripe berries? I thought. I even sounded like an old man. A lecherous old man. Her tits are suckable. There, that sounded better.
Slowly lifting my gaze, I discovered her watching me. As I stared into her gorgeous eyes, eyes so blue that I could almost see through them, I told her the biggest truth of all. “I’m intrigued by you, and I haven’t been intrigued by anyone for quite some time.” When she didn’t respond, I asked, “Does that scare you?”
“Yes, but I have to admit that I’m intrigued by you as well.” The quiver in her voice gave her away. She should be afraid. I was a rule breaker and she was a rule follower. I was about to lead her down the rabbit’s hole. If she was smart, she wouldn’t let me, but we both knew she would. Dumb girl. The need to touch her beat at me. Like a song that was waiting to be written, it pulsed through my veins and drummed against my skin. Giving in to the madness, I trailed a finger down her arm. When I got to the top of her hand, I flipped it over and traced a line across her palm.
“Hmmm, what shall we do with these...feelings?” I could think of one particular thing I’d like to do.
“Sander—” The desperation behind that one word let me know exactly what it would take to tip her right over the edge. It wasn’t much.
Threading our fingers together, I looked into her eyes, and said, “No one will know. Right here, right now, it’s just you and me.”
Uncertainty flickered across her face. “And then what?” Her question made me pause.
“Well, what do you want?”
“I want you to assure me that this won’t cost me the competition. That it won’t...uh...damage my career.” The most profound sense of relief washed through me. A cute little squeak shot from her lips as I jerked her onto my lap.
“You’re here because you deserve to be. I know it and you know it. Hell, for that matter, all of America knows it. Nothing we do or say over the next five days is going to change that. Okay?”
“Promise?” she whispered.
“Promise. Now, tell me, what are your hard stops, Baby Girl?”
“You calling me Baby Girl,” she instantly retorted, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Live with it. It’s an endearment.” The laugh turned into a groan when she shifted on my lap, her hip digging into my cock.
“Sorry. I should move.”
An evil smile spread across my face as I lifted her up, and said, “Straddle my legs.” She quickly complied. Crotch to cock, our bodies collided, and we both groaned. “Hard stops,” I reminded once she was settled back on top of me. My guess was she didn’t like being tied up, wasn’t fond of spanking, and absolutely refused to engage in ass play.
“Well, I hate cheating, so if there’s another woman, we should stop right now.” She stared expectantly at me and I realized she was waiting for a response.
“There’s no other woman,” I assured her. “Anything else?”
“I don’t mind being on bottom, but I like being on top, too.”
“Variety is the spice of life,” I murmured, and waited for her to continue. When she didn’t, I said, “Please tell me there’s more.”
Her hand jerked beneath mine. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’ve only been with two men in my life, Sander.” God, I was such a fucking dick. A long time ago, back before Indigo Road was formed, before the music industry had gobbled me up and spit me back out, I w
as as fresh-faced and innocent as Wynne. When had I become such a jaded old man?
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
Her body tensed, and I could tell she was about to bolt. Her whispered, “This is a mistake,” had me wrapping both of my arms around her. She immediately stopped struggling.
With my face now buried in her neck, I said, “It’s not a mistake. In truth, I find your innocence refreshing.”
“I’m not that innocent,” she muttered, and I fought back a laugh.
Lifting my eyes to hers, I arched my brow. “No? What would you say if I told you I wanted to strip you bare, bend you over that chair over there, and make you scream with my mouth before making you scream on my cock?”
Her breath hitched as her eyes darted to the chair in question. I could practically see her imagining it. Holy shit. She wants it. Wynne may be innocent, but only because she hadn’t found someone to educate her. We didn’t have enough time for chair sex, but that didn’t mean, I couldn’t get her off. First, though, I needed to taste her lips.
Our pelvises clashed as I pulled her back in, eliciting another mutual groan. Shifting us both sideways, I now had her ass on the sofa and her legs trapped in my lap. This allowed me to do what I’d been wanting to do for months. I dug both of my hands into her luscious mane of hair, pulled her to me, and ate up that sexy-as-sin mouth of hers. I expected the kiss to be good, but it was much more than that. It was fucking spectacular.
Her needy whimper shot my cock into overdrive. I wanted to lay her out, strip off those leggings, and feast on her. That would have to wait for the ride to the house. With one hand still fisted in her hair, I pulled her close, and continuing my assault on her mouth, I skimmed the other down to tease those perfect nipples of hers. What had I called them? Ahhh, yes, ripe berries. Inwardly chuckling, I gave one and then the other a brief tweak of attention before moving down between her thighs. I could feel the heat of her pussy through her leggings. Her hips jerked as I pressed the palm of my hand to her core and began to slowly massage.
Ripping her lips away, she gasped, “God, Sander!”
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
Touching her forehead to mine, she whispered, “So good.”
“Do you want more?”
“Please,” barely had time to leave her lips, when my tongue was back in her mouth and I was sliding my hand inside her leggings and dipping my fingers deep into the heart of her. She was wet for me, swollen, primed, and soaking. I knew she was there when her whole body tensed beneath my touch. I swallowed down her groan and smiled when she slumped against the back of the sofa. Right before the pilot came on the loudspeaker telling us to prepare for descent, I explained how I was going to taste her in the limousine and then fuck her in every room of my house.
Her response was a breathy, “Yes.”
No more than thirty minutes later, we were on our way to my house, and I was on my knees. Like a servant prostrating before his goddess—a goddess who just so happened to have her thighs perched on the tops of my shoulders—I was ready to make good on my promise. Cupping my hands under Wynne’s ass, I tilted up her hips and buried my tongue inside her. Salty tang rippled across my taste buds as I took what was mine. Her pants and groans only made me want more. I wanted it all. Surprisingly, Wynne wasn’t a screamer, but more of a groaner. Groaners were way sexier than screamers, and Wynne Benfield was the sexiest of them all.
While she slipped back into her leggings, I powered on my phone to quickly check my messages. My stomach dropped when I saw that I had several missed calls as well as text messages. Shit.
“Everything okay?” Wynne asked right as I opened the first of four text messages from Jayne.
I trusted you. Get back here now or both of our asses are on the line, it read.
“Everything is great,” I lied as I shot her a responding text.
I’ll see you on the 26th. Have a great Christmas.
Nothing, aside from Wynne getting kicked out of the competition, would make me leave Aspen now. I would deal with the fallout once I was back in Denver. Powering off my phone, I turned to her and smiled.
In a casual tone, I asked, “Would you like to shower first or would you prefer my cock?”
“Sander!” she exclaimed, her face flushing with embarrassment. My smile widened into an outright grin and she busted into laughter.
“Cock it is,” I said, and couldn’t help but laugh along with her. Damn if it didn’t feel good.
“White Christmas”
Wynne
Being from Florida, I’d only seen snow a handful of times in my life, and never like this. It came down like giant puffs of cotton, blanketing the ground, streets, and houses. It was both beautiful and magical, almost soul healing in its peacefulness. I wasn’t crazy about Denver, but I absolutely loved Aspen. Sighing, I gazed around the room. I especially loved this house. Vaulted ceilings soared over my head while lustrous wooden floors sat at my feet. There were five bedrooms, each with its own bath, a kitchen nicer than any I’d ever seen, and floor to ceiling windows with breathtaking views. Sander called it a cottage, but it was more like a castle to me. Believe me, I was no princess, but I felt like one. At least, Sander made me feel like one.
Closing my eyes, I let my mind wander over the past four days. Sander had definitely made good on his promise. We’d christened every room in this house, and then some. The man wasn’t just a rock god, he was a sex god. From blindfolds to crazy kinky positions I’d never heard of, we’d tried it all. Although the sex was out of this world incredible, it was the man himself who’d captured my heart. Of course, I’d never tell him this. I was totally, absolutely, insanely in love with Sander James and he didn’t even know it. Before this week in Aspen, I was already halfway there, but somewhere between the plane ride and our trek into the woods to chop down the tree—which resulted in a bout of hilariously crazy snow sex—I’d fallen the rest of the way.
Yesterday, we put the finishing touches on the tree. Or I should say, I put the finishing touches while Sander serenaded me. Holy shit! The man could play the piano, and I’m not just talking kind of. He was so good that it was awe inspiring, but it was his voice that most impressed me. Hearing him on the radio, surrounded by his fellow band members and various musical instruments was one thing, but listening to Sander’s voice when it was stripped down and accompanied by a simple guitar or piano, was entirely another. It was raw and powerful, multilayered in both range and depth. It was one of those voices that made your heart fly yet could also bring tears to your eyes.
A couple of times this week, we’d even played together. Can I say mind-blown? Someone needed to pinch me. I wasn’t standing on a random stage, playing the ratty, used guitar I’d purchased from the local music store in nowheresville Florida. I was in a famous rock star’s personal music room, playing his favorite guitar, which I might add was fucking amazing, while singing some of his favorite songs—the same rock star, who not fifteen minutes prior to this, had been deep inside me. Only, he wasn’t just a rock star to me. He was a man—a man I’d fallen in love with. I should be happy, right? It was Christmas day and tomorrow we would be on a plane back to Denver. The rest of my life was waiting for me there. I had one performance left. One more win and everything I’d worked so hard for would finally be mine. The thing is, I didn’t want to go back. I wasn’t stupid. I knew what Sander was doing. He was attracted to my unjaded naiveté. He wanted to dirty me up without ruining me. I was a toy to him. A toy that he was going to love and leave, and I was going to let him.
“Are you ready?” he called from somewhere in the house.
Quickly wiping the tears from my face, I responded, “I’m ready!” Instead of opening presents in the morning, we’d opted to open them this evening. This gave me all day to work on his present as well as prepare a special Christmas dinner for us.
Sander, with the gorgeous smile that I’d come to cherish, the smile shared rarely with anyone else, but had appeared all week for me, walk
ed in carrying his favorite guitar. Around the neck sat a huge, red, lopsided bow.
“Merry Christmas,” he sheepishly murmured...and I burst into tears. Shoving the guitar aside, he dropped to his knees at my feet and pulled me onto his lap. “Is it too much?” he asked.
Shaking my head, I sobbed, “It’s perfect. This, you, all of it is just perfect.” I didn’t have to say more, because he knew. We both did. I was in love with a man who couldn’t love me back. Lifting me onto my feet, he took my hand, and said, “Come.”
“But your gift.”
“It can wait.” He led me across the room, up the grand staircase, and into his bedroom. The glow from the fire cast shadows across the bed. Slowly, Sander stripped the clothes from my body. We’d had more sex in the past four days than I’d had in my entire life, but this...I had no words for. He didn’t enter me fast. He didn’t play me with his fingers or his tongue. He simply shed his clothes and crawled onto the bed beside me. Instinctively, I turned to him.
“I feel it, too, Baby Girl,” he whispered. My eyes smarted at the endearment I’d once hated but had come to love. “But...” he continued.
Before he said the words that would change everything, I placed my fingers over his lips, and whispered, “Don’t.” With a nod of understanding, he pressed a kiss on the palm of my hand.
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