Snowed In With You

Chapter Thirteen

Sara

We knocked the snow off of our boots at the door and I shivered as Fletcher brushed snow off my shoulders, back and butt.

I raised an eyebrow at him when I turned around and he looked at me with wide-eyed innocence, ‘You had snow all over you,’ he turned around and threw a grin over his shoulder. ‘Do me?’

I knew his choice of words had been deliberate but I ignored them as I ran my hands over his back and ass, hearing him mutter a curse as I took my time.

‘I think you got it all,’ he said at last, turning around and grabbing my hands with a searing look in his eyes that made heat pool in my core.

I grinned cheekily and walked into the lodge, relaxing as the warmth of the fire hit me.

‘I’ll go and make us some hot drinks.’

I called out my thanks and then jumped as the sound of my phone ringing reverberated around the lodge.

The storm really must have been clearing up if I actually had signal again.

My feet pounded up the stairs to my room to try and reach it in time and I winced as the movement sent pain shooting through my head again, not for the first time in my life I wished I was less clumsy.

‘Hello?’ I answered quickly without checking the caller ID and smiled as my brother’s voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

‘Sara! Glad I finally caught you,’ Rob said and I pulled my phone away from my ear and saw I had three missed calls.

‘Oh, sorry, I was out in the snow and didn’t bring my phone.

There’s been no signal here the last couple days.’

‘That’s alright, I was just phoning because Tanya and I have managed to book another flight, so we should get in tomorrow morning!’ He sounded excited but all I felt was a surprising surge of panic and disappointment.

This would be mine and Fletcher’s last night alone together.

‘Oh,’ I said, working to get some enthusiasm into my voice, ‘that’s great!’

‘How’ve things been going there?’

There was an odd note in Rob’s voice that I couldn’t quite place but I shrugged it off as I answered, ‘Yeah, it’s been fine.

Not much to do though, we lost power for a day or so.’

‘Ah crap, that sucks.

Well, anyway, we should be with you guys by late morning tomorrow I think–’ a voice murmured in the background and Rob laughed, ‘–yeah, so we’ll see you then.

I’ve got to go… do something for Tanya.’

I grimaced, newlyweds.

They weren’t even subtle about it.

‘Sure, safe flight.

See you guys tomorrow.’

I hung up feeling a little deflated.

I’d expected to hate every second of this trip, but once Fletch and I had cleared the air between us I’d actually been having a good time – head injuries notwithstanding.

More than just being here in the lodge though, I’d had a good time with Fletch and, if I was being honest with myself, I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather have been here with.

‘Hot chocolates are ready!’ Fletcher called from downstairs and I called back as I dropped my phone to the bed and made my way back to him.

‘Were you on the phone?’ he asked as I drew closer and accepted a mug.

‘Yeah,’ I said glumly, ‘Rob and Tanya have managed to get a new flight now the storm is passing.

They’ll be here tomorrow.’

Fletch looked at me hesitantly, ‘That’s… great?’

‘I guess.’

‘Is there a reason you sound so–’

‘Depressed?’ I tried to laugh but it came out a little strangled.

‘I–I’ve been having fun spending time with you, Fletch, and when they arrive, things will change.’

His face softened and he lowered his mug from his mouth as he bridged the space between us.

‘I’ve enjoyed it too, but that doesn’t have to stop as soon as we walk out of the door to head home you know.’

I sucked in a breath, ‘It doesn’t?’

‘No,’ he smiled.

‘In fact, I really hope it doesn’t.

I like you and I think that you might like me.’

‘Maybe,’ I said with a smirk and he laughed.

I blew gently on my hot chocolate as I glanced down at it and froze.

‘Fletcher, what’s that on the top?’

It smelled good, rich and chocolatey, and he’d stirred it just the right amount to have plenty of foam sitting on top and a sprinkle of something else.

‘Oh, it’s just something I do when I make hot chocolate.

Just a small pinch of the powder and–’

‘–sprinkle it on top,’ I whispered, staring at him with my eyes wide because I did the exact same thing and Rob had always thought it was gross as hell.

I didn’t make a conscious decision, I just knew right then that whatever it was that burned between me and Fletcher, I wanted more of it.

‘Sara, I–’ he looked so confused as I moved two steps closer and stretched up to capture his mouth with mine.

He groaned and mumbled something against my lips that I didn’t quite catch as I crushed myself against him, letting my hot chocolate fall forgotten to the hardwood floor as I sank my hands into his hair and jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist.

‘Fuck,’ he growled as he fumbled to set his own drink down before giving up and catching the underside of my thighs and pressing himself into me through my sweats.

Hot chocolate flew and I caught a droplet on his cheek with my tongue, licking it away and enjoying the fire that started in his eyes as he reclaimed my mouth with a hard kiss.

Fletcher captured my lip between his teeth and bit down, tugging on it lightly before deepening the kiss so his tongue brushed mine.

My sweatshirt had a thorough coating of chocolate and Fletch tugged on the hem as he walked us back towards the dining room table and laid me down.

‘I think this needs to come off,’ he said with a wicked grin as he pushed it up and kissed and licked a trail of heat up from my stomach to my breasts.

I panted as he neared one arch but he pulled away after leaving me with one lingering kiss to the underside of each of my breasts.

Fletch slid the jumper up and over my head, throwing it down somewhere out of sight and I shivered as the air brushed my skin, exposed on the table.

It was a good thing we were in the middle of nowhere because if somebody were to walk past those windows right now they would be getting one hell of a show.

Fletch stood in between my legs as he lowered his body against mine, rocking his hips slightly with his eyes fluttering closed.

They quickly flashed open though as he pulled himself away.

‘No, no,’ he murmured as I whimpered, ‘this is going to be all about you.’

I pouted and opened my mouth only to moan as he pulled one nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the tip and sending a bolt of heat straight to my clit.

One of his hands slid down from my hip to my thigh and I shifted against him restlessly, impatient, but he just pinched my ass in admonishment and moved to my other breast.

He devoured me while I writhed before him, needing more, craving relief from the pressure slowly building.

Instead he continued working me into a frenzy with his tongue and teeth, sucking and nipping at my breasts while he teased the other with his hand.

‘Fletcher, please,’ I said and his hand at last smoothed down my stomach and then paused, flirting with the edge of my waistband.

I made a sound of pure frustration and sent my own hand down, intent on getting myself where I needed to be if he wouldn’t.

Fletch caught my hand with a slow tut, pushing it back and over my head and then capturing the other when I attempted the same.

His face showed nothing but satisfaction as he watched me spread before him, pinned and at his mercy.

A searing kiss was pressed to my lips as he finally tugged my joggers down.

Then he swore.

‘Don’t tell me,’ he said roughly, voice husky and tight like he was having trouble controlling himself, ‘that this entire time you’ve been bare, gorgeous.’

I smirked as I tilted my hips up and down, begging him to touch me without saying a word.

‘I forgot to pack my panties.’

He watched the movement of my hips as though hypnotised, ‘I’m going to taste you now,’ he said, sinking to his knees and releasing my arms, ‘and if you’re good I’ll let you come on my tongue.’

His words made me clench and I felt my slickness growing.

He looked up at me from between my thighs, his mouth just a breath away from me, ‘Would you like that, gorgeous? To ride my face?’

I nodded with a pant and he shook his head slowly as he traced one finger over my pussy, ghosting over my clit and he pressed down as he asked, ‘No, I’m going to need to hear it.’

‘I want to ride your face,’ I moaned and without another word his mouth closed over me, tongue lapping gently before plunging down and dipping inside of me, mouth sucking at my clit and my hips jerked up instinctively.

‘Fletcher.’

‘I love it when you say my name,’ he murmured, eyes glazed as he worked a finger into me and bent his head to taste me again.

‘Now, I’m going to make you scream it.’