Iwoke up to the smell of food and sounds of Christmas songs playing quietly in the distance. The parted curtains revealed that snow was still falling, completely covering the expanse of the front yard in white fluff.
The ensuite guest room was the size of a small cabin in itself, with a carved wooden super-king four poster bed and matching dressers.
Stretching in the soft sheets, I relished the soreness of my muscles that reminded me how I had writhed underneath Marin as he held me down with his tentacles. I traced my fingers over the sucker marks around my wrists and had to see the rest.
I wiggled from under the covers and padded to the huge gold-framed mirror on the wall. Last night, I’d watched my reflection as Marin stretched my ass and played with my cock and nipples until I couldn’t focus enough to watch.
I shed my oversized t-shirt and turned from side to side. The sucker marks on my hips were a darker shade of red than my crimson skin, matching the tiny circular bruises on my neck and around my nipples. A shiver ran through me and I danced my fingers over the tenta-licious love marks. Sex marks? Marin loved me, I was sure of that. But he wasn’t in love with me. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so chill about my leaving in ten days. If only he’d asked me to stay…
For years, I’d nurtured my crush on my best friend knowing we’d never get physical, keeping appropriate distance. Now, I was painfully aware that it had never been a crush. I’ve been in love with Marin for nine years and my trip to visit him only cemented that feeling. Heartbreak, here I come. And no regrets in sight.
Marin’s low humming reached my ears and I took a moment to listen to him joining Frank Sinatra singing about being home for Christmas. I wasn’t physically home, but with Marin, I sure felt like I was.
From my suitcase, I grabbed a pair of tartan chinos and a long-sleeve crop-top that proved my perfect timing and immaculate packing skills. It had a picture of an Owl in a Santa hat and said “Owl be home for Christmas.” It was that or the one with three penguins dressed in Santa hats, with the caption ‘It’s penguining to look a lot like Christmas.’ Pulling on the warmest and fluffiest socks I had, I followed the music and the smell of roasted almonds and rosewater.
“Hello, gorgeous.” Marin had his hands full behind a butcher-block kitchen island that was littered with flour, butter, and a mixing bowl. He took out a tray of thick cookies from the ovenand slid in another one, his tentacles working overtime. In black sweats and an apron over a bare chest, he looked like a sexy house-husband posing for a Christmas photoshoot.
“I was out like a rock.” I stretched my hands above my head, noticing how Marin ogled my armpits. “You wore me out so much I didn’t hear you get up.” I stuck my tongue out at him, but all it did was make his stare hooded. He liked my forked tongue and what I could do with it. I’d have to use it again soon.
“Sit. I have some news.” He slid a plate of cookies my way and sprinkled sugar on them.
I parked my ass on a stool in front of the countertop. “Good or bad?” I touched the goodies but they were still too hot.
“Depends how you look at it.” He crossed his tentacles over his chest. “We’re not going home today. The roads are impossible to cross and the highway is a mess.”
“What? We were supposed to stay one night. We’re stuck? What about food? Will we have electricity?” Every doomsday movie played in my head in a matter of seconds.
Marin rounded the kitchen island, cupped my face and kissed my nose.
“We’ll be fine. Leslie called and said we have generators here in case of a power outage. And a working fireplace. He left me instructions on the amenities in the house and a list of what’s where. The news said to make sure we have enough wood, then lock all doors and windows. Blackouts during snow storms like today are possible, but this house is more than ready, trust me.”
I took it all in. “We’re snowed in for Christmas?” I looked around the deceptively spacious house and shrugged.
“Yeah. It's not what you imagined—”
I stopped him with a kiss to his sugar-coated lips. “I’m with you for Christmas, that’s all that matters. We won’t starve and we have a real chimney, not some fake modern bullshit.”
“You like Leslie’s cabin, huh?” He ran his hands down my sides, putting all my worries to rest.
“Maybe I’m just in the mood to chop some wood.” I jumped off the stool and struck a pose. “I could pull off a flannel shirt.”
Marin’s rich chuckle was better than any music. “You could pull off a potato sack.”
“Like Marilyn Monroe.” I puckered my lips.
“Better.”
I twirled on my toes and kissed his cheek. “I love when you spoil me with food and compliments.”
Marin snorted. “I can top that with an indoor pool and sauna.” He pointed to the back of the house. “Leslie said to use anything we want.”
“Why am I happy that we’re snowed in?” I tapped my chin.
“Because no one will hear you scream my name when I fuck you on every flat and curved surface of this house, and then dunk you in the pool to do it all over again.”
Heat rose to my face and blood to my cock. “Yeah. That’s probably it. You can fully shift and swim then.” I clapped my hands. “Let’s go.”
“Wait. It’s already afternoon and we may want to use WiFi while it works in case it all goes to shit with a possible blackout.”
