Page 24 of Cold and Bitter Snow

“I didn’t bring any condoms,” he apologized.

She felt blindly in the night table beside them for the stash of lube and condoms her girlfriends back home had gifted her when she’d told them she was going to Switzerland. Not that they would need the lube, not the way she was feeling right now.

Strawberry. Melon. Sunrise Surprise. What the hell is that.

Finally her hand closed around one that at least didn’t loudly advertise a flavor.

She stretched the condom over his cock. It was a tight fit but Conor didn’t complain. If anything, her touch made him even harder.

She lay back down, raising her knees to help him as he lined himself back up against her entrance. He used his right arm to keep his upper body off hers. She closed her eyes as he entered her. It was a stretch and she enjoyed the momentary pain which gave way to intense pleasure.

“You okay?” he asked, holding himself very still inside her.

“Perfect,” she said, looking for more friction. He began moving against her, slowly at first, while they found their rhythm. Soon their bodies were moving in synchrony against each other. She felt like she was rising, rising, and waited eagerly for the fall.

“I’m going to come again,” she moaned. An instant later she shattered, coming harder than ever before. Her pussy clenched against his cock and then he was coming too, his hips swiveling as he emptied himself inside her.

“Oh God,” he whispered against her neck.

She struggled for a moment to get her breath back.

“That was …”

“Amazing,” he completed. He smiled, suddenly looking a lot younger.

He pushed off her and walked brazenly to the bathroom where she listened to him as he disposed of the condom. On his way back he walked towards the window and pulled the curtains closed, enveloping the room in darkness. She lay there, sad that she could no longer make out his beautiful body, wondering when the room had gotten colder.

Conor seemed to read her mind, covering her with the crisp white duvet before climbing into bed with her.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” she laughed.

He sought her hand in the dark and, together, they fell asleep.

Chapter 8

Siena

Siena woke up with a smile on her face. She stretched her legs and arms, feeling a delightful burn that was partly due to the hard skiing and partly to the evening’s entertainment.

“What time is …”

The sentence froze on her lips as she caught sight of the other side of the bed, which was empty. Her hand moved over the spot, finding it cold. She looked towards the bathroom door but it was open. Unless he was hiding behind the door, Conor wasn’t in the bathroom either.

The faint impression of a head lined the pillow. It seemed to be the only sign that she hadn’t made last night up.

She shook her head, looking around the room, sure that he must have at least left her a note. She made her way to the desk where the traditional little notepad and pencil sat, mocking her with their emptiness.

He didn’t just get up and leave.

Still naked, she walked to the bathroom, just in case he was hiding in there—it was empty. She considered opening the cupboard, but her pride stopped her at the last second.

Not that he’d fit in there.

He left. He really left, without even saying goodbye.

By the time she walked out of the shower, she’d calmed down a bit. It’s not like Conor had promised her anything. They’d had sex, they’d fallen asleep—she was the one who’d assumed he would stay the night.