She bounces on my lap while whimpers and moans hang suspended in the socked in, humid shower. Her head dips back, letting drops of water fall from the tips of her dark bob. And I sink my teeth into her shoulder, close to coming apart thanks to the sound of slapping wet skin and the ripple of her ass with every drop into my lap.
“Lucas.” Her voice shakes as she pulls in a breath. “It feels so good.”
“So good,” I mumble agreement into her wet hair. “You’re doing so fucking well, my perfect snow angel.”
She’s squeezing me in tight, rolling bursts, each one making grunts and groans slip from between my lips.
“Never want this to end,” I say. Restless hands run up and down the deep curve of her waist, and a sense of loss washes over me.
I don’t want her to go home in a few days.
“Oh my God,” she cries out, pussy pulling at my cock, filling my veins with liquid fire. And she falls apart beautifully on mylap, looking over her shoulder at me with pink, bitten lips and a hooded gaze.
I move her up and down my shaft despite the trembling in her thighs. Wrapping an arm around her, I hold tight to ground myself as pleasure licks up my spine, and I’m stuttering curse words against her neck when my own release floods out of me.
Then we sit, cloaked in thick, warm fog. My cock still fully seated inside her warmth, and her head resting on my shoulder. Unrestrained, my heart pounds against her back, and her shallow breathing slowly evens out as her fingertips follow the branching veins on my forearm. I press my lips to her temple.
We could stay like this. I could skip work and keep Eira’s skin on mine all day.
A blaring, obnoxious sound kills the mood. The end of my billionth alarm snooze this morning, no doubt.
“You should probably go to work for real,” Eira whispers. She doesn’t bother trying to hide her feelings. She wants to stay like this, too.
“I should…” My reply is weak and unconvincing. “You could come… if you want. Should only be busy for a couple hours today.”
“Don’t you like… put shoes on horses?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, that’s part of what I do.”
“Horses scare the ever-loving shit out of me.”
“As long as you don’t smuggle any carrots in your pockets, I think you’ll be fine.”
She grins, tilting her head slightly to catch my eye. “No carrots. But I do currently have an eggplant in my vagina.”
I snort a laugh, and my head falls to knock against hers. Her giggles make her pussy clench around my cock until the sharp jolts of electricity under my skin have me forcing her off my lap against my will.
“You’re something else,” I say when our laughter has died down.
Eira’s head tips back to wet her hair, eyes drifting closed, and I’m patiently waiting with a shampoo bottle when she straightens. Every moment of hers feels poetic and graceful—from the methodical way she lathers suds across her scalp to the roll of her neck when she rinses them away.
“Okay, I’ll come with you.” She licks a bead of water from her upper lip. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I pull her in close under the steady flow of hot water. “But I’m sacrificing you and your eggplant to save myself, if it comes down to it.”
“I promise I’ll keep you safe from those super dangerous horses down at the therapeutic riding stables.” I laugh, skimming my hands across her waist as we trade positions under the shower stream. “They’re used for riding lessons for kids with disabilities, but I’m sure they’ve secretly been saving all their hostile energy for the day you show up.”
“Probably. Horses are notoriously shady bitches.”
“I know we don’t know each other very well yet, but I think I gave you the wrong impression.” Eira stands next to my truck, shivering as she watches me lower the tailgate and grab my tools. “Remember when I told you I’m morally opposed to snow? Those feelings extend to cold, outside, dirt…horse poop.”
“You’re saying you prefer city filth to a little manure?” I laugh, slamming the tailgate and motioning for her to follow me toward the barn. “Do you know how much human shit there probably is all over the city?”
“That’s why I don’t go to the park,” she states, tugging her sleeves down over her hands. She had no clothing cut out for afrozen December day, but she looks distractingly adorable in a pair of my overalls and my Carhartt coat—like a little kid playing dress up.
“Baby, I’ll grab you acleanblanket from my truck so you aren’t sitting on a dirty chair. We’ll make you a hot cup of coffee and set you up next to the propane heater so you can draw comfortably.”
Maybe it was a mistake inviting her to tag along. I’m well aware she’s not a country girl, and even agreeing to stay in a cabin on my property was probably out of her comfort zone. But selfishly, I want to spend as much time as I can with her, knowing we only have a few days.
She follows me inside and pauses as I set down my things. The lights hum through the rafters, and a horse whinnies somewhere a few stalls away. Unsurprisingly, with it being December twenty-third and all, there doesn’t seem to be a soul around. In fact, I didn’t even notice any other vehicles parked outside.
