Four snowmobiles raced down the trail toward the overpass but veered left, taking one of the offshoots.
“That was close.” My chest heaved, and I felt like my body was on fire despite the cold.
Alistair ran his tongue over his lip and grinned. “I think you would have liked it. Maybe we should look into one of those sex clubs.”
“Alistair!”
I mean, it was a no from me at the moment, but I wouldn’t rule it out completely.
And if I did something like that with anyone, it would be with him.
He smiled like he knew that and passed me my helmet. “Let’s get you home and showered. Oh, and by the way.” He leaned in until his whiskers tickled my ear. “No one has ever made me come like that.”
TWENTY-TWO
ALISTAIR
"Often when you think you're at the end of something, you're at the beginning of something else." –Fred Rogers
Yesterday was like something out of a dream.
Valentine’s Day with the most amazing woman I’d ever met. Bending her over a snowmobile and fucking her.
A great dinner with even better company.
A night filled with more amazing sex.
Hell, this entire visit was a dream come true—and I wasn’t ready for it to end.
A set of arms hugged my waist, and Pam peeked around me. “What’s on the menu for tonight, chef?”
“Seared king oyster mushroom ‘scallops’ and roasted asparagus. A nice chardonnay. I know it isn’t your preferred boxed wine, but it’ll have to do.”
“Hey,” she said, drawing her brows together. “Leave my boxed wine alone.”
I dabbed a spoon in the garlic butter sauce I was braising the mushrooms in and held it out to her. “Give it a taste.”
I slipped the spoon into her mouth, watching her full lips close around it.
Fuck.
She managed to make the most mundane things so sexy.
“Shit, that’s good,” she mumbled when I pulled the spoon away.
I loved cooking for her.
She’d spent so many years of her life preparing meals for everyone else. She deserved it.
I jostled the asparagus in the pan, giving it a little poke with the tongs to make sure it wasn’t getting mushy. “Can you grab some plates out of the cabinet?” I used the tongs like a pointer, directing Pam to the cabinet that had all the tableware.
“I think I can manage that.” She stood on her tiptoes and, with some effort, grabbed two plates that she sat on the counter beside me.
“Why don’t you take a seat? Relax a little bit.”
She walked around the island and climbed onto one of the stools. “I’m surprised this place doesn’t have a dining room.”
I grinned and plated our food. “It did. I ripped it out to make the living room bigger, then had the windows and deck added on. It just didn’t make sense to have a room I’d never use.”
