Rm w/a Vu(143)

Breathing heavily as we break apart, I’m able to see our breath in the frigid night air. I lower back onto the blades of my skates, sliding back a little and losing my balance. Greyston’s quick to steady me with a chuckle. “Come on,” he says, tucking me into his side as we skate for the arena exit. “Let’s head back to the cabin.”

By the time we arrive, it’s almost one in the morning, and Greyston suggests we head straight to bed since we have a lot to do tomorrow to prepare for our dinner with Gemma and her fiancé. Up in our room, I grab my pajamas and toss them on the end of the bed before I begin to undress. I’ve just grabbed the hem of my sweater when Greyston steps up behind me and covers my hands with his, taking over and pulling the soft fabric off my body.

I shiver when he pulls my hair from my neck, and I sigh when his lips touch down on the goosebump-riddled skin of my shoulder. Warmth blooms beneath my skin, pushing out any remnants of cold that remained only moments ago. Pleasure trickles through my body and down my limbs, making the tips of my fingers and toes tingle—at least, I hope it’s the pleasure causing it and not the onset of frostbite. That would suck.

In the weeks that we’ve been together, we’ve had sex with wild abandon, opening my eyes to new experiences and the possibilities of our future together. We’ve also shared sweet, tender moments where I’ve never felt more special.

This is one of those times. We ring in the New Year with Greyston moving slowly above me. The way he looks at me is so intense that it moves me, his right hand trailing down my body, eyes following hungrily. He hooks his fingers behind my knee, hitching my leg up higher around his hips as he thrusts forward. His hand skims over the skin of my thigh, our hips slowly rolling in tandem as my release slowly builds. My eyes close, and my teeth tug on my bottom lip as I get completely lost in the passion that fills the room like fog.

I’m close…so close…

Then his hips slow, and when I open my eyes again, I see him staring at me once more. He cradles my face gently, urging my face toward his and molding his lips to mine. The kiss deepens quickly, our hips finding their previous rhythm, and my fingers curl into Greyston’s back. My orgasm continues to coil, tightening in every part of my body with each forward thrust of Greyston’s hips until it releases and I cry out against his lips. Any and all of my energy in my body shoots through the tips of my fingers and toes, my arms and legs trembling in the wake, and soon Greyston’s body stiffens as he groans, his hands gripping me firmly through the final stages of his own climax.

He rests his head against my collarbone, his warm breath wafting over my damp skin, and sighs. A lazy smile spreads across my face, my hand trembling as I raise it from his back and run my tingling fingers through his soft hair. After a moment, our breathing regulates, and my legs stop shaking, making it easier to walk down the hall to the bathroom after getting off the bed.

It’s late by the time Greyston and I are both back in bed, and he pulls me into his arms, my back resting against his chest. He holds me tight, pressing his lips to the base of my neck. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispers.

Sighing, I lace my fingers through his. “Goodnight,” I reply softly.

I feel his lips curl up into a smile against my skin. “Let’s get some sleep.”

And, with that, I snuggle back into his embrace, close my eyes, and we fall asleep.



Everything is in order for our dinner party with Gemma and her fiancé. Greyston and I had spent the day cleaning the cabin while our roast cooked in the oven. By three in the afternoon, the smell that fills the air makes my stomach growl and my mouth water.

Because we’ll be packing up and heading home the next day, we also worked to pack up most of the Christmas decorations so the caretaker wouldn’t have to. I’m just reaching up to pull the mistletoe from the hook above the fireplace mantle when a pair of strong hand grabs me around the waist and spins me. I melt into Greyston with a moan of approval, letting his warm lips mold to mine.

I whimper when he pulls away, opening my eyes when the backs of his fingers stroke my cheek. “Leave it up,” he suggests with a smirk.

Arching a brow, I stare up at him. “Because you need an excuse to kiss me?”

He ponders my teasing for a moment. “Well, no, but surprising you like that garnered me a very positive reaction from you.”

I’m just about to respond when there’s a knock on the door. I pull free from Greyston’s arms and cross the room, pulling the door open to find Gemma, hair perfectly straight and pulled over her right shoulder, and a man almost a foot taller than her. He’s built like Toby, thick and muscular. It’s obvious he works out—maybe even a little too much.