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I switch the radio to an eighties channel and she immediately turns it up, singing and dancing in her seat, not giving two shits that she sings out of tune or looks crazy to the cars passing us. Between her singing outbursts and riding in comfortable silence, I’ve never been this content with a woman before. I don’t need to pretend to be anything but myself.
The only stop we make is to get some groceries. Pulling into the snow-covered grounds, Aspen’s eyes twinkle as we park in the driveway.
“It’s a treehouse,” she exclaims.
I have to admit, it’s wicked cool.
The suspension bridge we cross to get to the front door of the two-story house, situated in the trees, has a fresh coat of snow across it. I’m as excited as her crossing it.
Her eyes are the size of saucers as she looks out from the porch at a sea of white fluff. “Let’s hurry and get the groceries inside so we can come and play in the snow.”
“Do you know what snow is good for?” I ask, watching her throw handfuls of powdery snow in the air and dance around it as it falls to her face. Flakes catch on her eyelashes. She looks up through them, blinking them away.
“What?”
She lets out an audible gasp as I land a snowball right in her shoulder. “Ryker! That is so unfair. You throw balls for a living.” I bark out a laugh as a flicker of revenge crosses her expression before she bends over and grabs a chunk of snow.
“Whiskey, all is fair in love and war.”
“Is that right, Ball Boy?”
“Give it all you got, babe,” I prod, holding my arms out wide.
“If you’re that confident I’ll miss, close your eyes.” She packs the ball in her glove covered hands. I bite back my response of go ahead because she could very well hit me. She lifts a brow, waiting.
“Alright,” I say, closing my eyes. I’ll probably regret this, but the odds of her hitting me from where she’s standing is slim. I’ve seen her throw before. When I hear snow crunching under boots, I open them back up. “You’re cheating, woman.”
She flashes a sly smile but holds her empty hands in the air as she gets closer to me. “I couldn’t hit you from back there.”
I narrow my eyes. She’s up to something. When she stands in front of me, she lifts on her toes and kisses me. I feel the smile play on her lips. As soon as I pull back, a fistful of snow falls down the front side of my pants and she runs off.
My stomach muscles tense as the cold makes its way down to my dick. Shaking my pants so the ice moves past, it’s not long before it’s just wet. I refocus on Aspen hiding behind a tree. Like that’ll stop me.
I rush toward the tree and she half-screams, half-laughs, trying to run through two feet of snow. It doesn’t take me long to catch up and I tackle her to the ground. She arches her back off the snow.
“Ryker, it’s cold,” she squeals.
I push some powder up her shirt as she tries to wiggle out of my grasp. “Oh, I know.” I grab her boob with my glove, making sure she feels the cold through her bra. Except, now my hand is on her boob and I don’t want to move it. With the weight of my body on top of hers, we’ve sunk a good six inches into the snow.
I glance around the isolated area we’re in, I can hear only the buzz of snowmobiles off in the distance. “Don’t you get any ideas, Mr. Dallas. There will be no shagging in the snow,” she says, reading my mind. She sniffles and wipes her bright red nose with the back of her glove. “I mean, I know how sexy I am with snow-covered hair and snot running down my nose.” She wags her brows.
She couldn’t look bad if she tried.
“Oh, I have plenty of ideas. And they definitely include shagging.” Palms on the ground, I push up until I can stand and reach out for her to grab my hand. “I think we should take our games inside.” She hops around to get the snow off when she’s back on her feet.
“Haven’t you had enough losses, lately?” My mouth falls open at her jab and she erupts in laughter.
“Whiskey, those are fighting words.” I bum rush her, throwing her over my shoulder and jog over to the bridge. She snorts from laughing so hard.
As soon as we’re inside, the heat from the fire greets us. I’m glad I had the foresight to light it before we went to play in the snow because I’m too busy ripping all the layers off her to worry about heat.
We’ll make our own.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I blindly walk the steps to the bedroom because I can’t keep my mouth off her long enough to see where I’m going.
I toss her on the king-size bed, a thick fluffy white blanket surrounds the beautiful vision in front of me. Her nipples harden as I drink her in with my eyes. She runs her hands through the fur, her breathing heavy.
“Ryker, touch me,” she pleads. My cock throbs. Not yet, buddy.
