Snowed In With You

Chapter Seventeen

Sara

Our bags were packed in record time and Fletch carried them downstairs and out to the rental Rob and Tanya had driven to the lodge.

He cast his truck a mournful look as he walked by and it tugged at my heart a little.

Now the signal was back he had someone coming to siphon out the fuel, but in the meantime we had decided to take Rob’s car until Fletch’s was in drivable condition again.

Tanya stood by the front door, her kind eyes worried and her hands clasped tightly together as she tried to persuade us to stay.

She looked a little pale but only smiled when I asked if she was alright.

‘I’m okay, just feeling a little sick still, I’m probably just tired from traveling.’ She caught my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

‘I’m sorry, I should have told you what Rob was planning.

He just made a bad call.

You guys should stay, we can talk this out.’

I shook my head, ‘I get why you went along with it, but I can’t say it didn’t hurt that you went behind my back.

Rob, I expect stupid shit like this from.

He hasn’t even apologised, Tan, and his head is perpetually so far up his own ass that I doubt he will.’

Tanya moved a step closer to me and her soft jasmine perfume enveloped me in a soothing cloud, ‘He’s just stubborn, sort of like someone else I know.’ She gave me a pointed look that I ignored as I slipped on my coat and boots.

‘Look, I just need some time, okay?’

Tanya gave a tight but firm nod, her curls bouncing with the movement and my shoulders slumped as I pulled her in for a quick hug before walking away.

Fletch held the passenger side open for me and I climbed in with a flash of a smile in his direction – despite the crazy whirlwind that had been this afternoon, I had still found time to reminisce about last night while I packed.

I didn’t know where things with Fletcher would go, but I was excited to find out and to see his place.

I was also pretty pleased that the sex was just as good as I remembered, I had been worried I’d overhyped him in my head, put him onto some untouchable pedestal.

But no, he really was that good.

Or rather, we were.

The rental was comfortable, the seats were heated and I sighed as I relaxed back into them as Fletcher shut his door, sealing out the cold.

Here we were, several days later, trapped in a car together again – except now, I was more than happy to have the alone time.

Fletch seemed inclined to agree, ‘So, my place then?’

I smiled as he reached for the aux cord, ‘sounds good.

I feel like I know you so well without really even knowing much about you.’

He raised an eyebrow at me as Taylor Swift came rolling out of the speakers, ‘And you think seeing my place is going to help with that?’

‘You can tell a lot about a person from the state of their underwear drawer,’ I grinned and he let out a chuckle before turning to me with want written across his face.

‘It’s very forward of you to assume you’ll get to see my underwear drawer.’

‘Oh, we’re just going straight to your sex dungeon then?’ I widened my eyes innocently and burst out laughing when he blushed a little.

‘Don’t tempt me,’ he said and I laughed again, falling quiet as we began driving along the winding roads to take us back to Anchorage.

In all honesty, I was worried about what Fletch’s apartment would be like.

I knew he lived fairly centrally, so it had to be modern, but was he a secret slob? Did all of his furniture match or did he even have any at all? You just couldn’t tell what you would be getting with people these days.

There was a lot less snow and wind during the journey this time around and the tension present was of a very different kind.

Well, I mused as I watched the muscles in Fletch’s arm flex on the wheel, maybe not that different.

‘Sara,’ Fletcher said warningly and I snapped my gaze up from his chest to his face as he smirked at me.

‘If you keep looking at me like that then this ride is going to get a little uncomfortable for me,’ he looked meaningfully down at his pants.

‘I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not,’ I forced down a laugh and turned my gaze to the window instead, letting my eyes rest on the snow-topped trees and the mountain in the distance.

It was the furthest thing from the Californian heat I’d grown up with, but I found it calming all the same.

There was just something about the snow and ice at this time of year that was endlessly peaceful –

A warm hand landed on my thigh and sent a tingle of anticipation through me, tightening my nipples.

I looked up at Fletcher with raised eyebrows and he sighed, ‘The only thing worse than you eye-fucking me is you not eye-fucking me.’

I burst out laughing, ‘I’m not even sure what that means, but know I plan on doing quite a bit more than just looking at you, Fletch.’ I ran a teasing hand over his knee, up his thigh and ghosted across his crotch, laughing quietly when he gave a small shudder.

He sighed, ‘I really wanted to get back before it got dark.’

‘We will,’ I said, looking outside in confusion, it was just after two in the afternoon so the sun wouldn’t be setting for a couple more hours yet.

Fletcher switched on his emergency blinkers and pulled over to the side of the road, I watched him bemusedly.

‘Is there a reason we’re stopping?’

‘Yeah,’ he said as he put on the brake and unstrapped his seat belt, ‘emergency.’

‘What emergency would that be?’

He considered this with a tilt of his head as one hand reached out and cupped my boob past my unzipped coat and over my top.

‘The very overwhelming need to fuck you.’

I should have laughed, I should have told him to keep driving.

I had a feeling that was what he was expecting.

Instead I said, ‘Right here?’ and his eyes became darker as he swallowed, pinching my nipple through the material.

‘Yes,’ he said hoarsely and I moved my hand back over his crotch again.

I paused as I glanced in the back, I wasn’t sure what type of car this was but it was tiny.

Fletch glanced over his shoulder into the backseat too and frowned.

‘Okay, maybe we’ll have to wait.’

‘Or…’ I said as I slid down his zipper and guided his own hand to my sweats, ‘we can just do something else.’ I dipped my hand into his jeans and my breath hitched at the warmth of his dick filling my palm.

I tugged him out and started slowly stroking him, Fletcher’s breathing shifted in rhythm and his fingers slid beneath my waistband.

He let out a growl when he remembered my lack of underwear and his fingers instead touched the dampness already gathering for him.

‘Okay,’ he panted as I worked him, ‘but these need to be off. Now.’

I helped him tug my joggers down to my knees and spread my legs as much as I could in the limited space, laughing breathily when my knee knocked into the dash.

Fletch’s eyes didn’t leave the motion of his hand against me, watching as he stroked his fingers along the sensitive flesh, parting me before dipping inside to flick against my clit.

I gasped and he grinned, so I tightened my grip and began stroking him faster.

Satisfaction leapt inside me when he moaned my name, until he thoroughly distracted me by slipping one and then a second finger deep inside me.

I curled my hips under, encouraging him to move as I tried to concentrate on getting him off, on winning.

Then it was a flurried rush of pants as our hips rose to meet the other’s hand, neither wanting to come first but both needing to be pushed over the edge.

I moaned his name and he echoed my own back to me, his fingers moving in and out of me quickly until I clenched tightly around them with an oh to signal the end for me.

My hips sank back down to the seat as he gently withdrew his fingers and licked them clean while I watched.

Disappointment tinged my relaxation as I realised he’d made me come first – until I looked at him and found the evidence of his own ending still damp on his stomach.

‘Who won?’ I asked a little breathlessly and Fletcher grinned as he found a pack of tissues in his bag and used one to clean himself up quickly.

‘I’d say we both did.’

I pulled up my joggers and Fletcher steered us back onto the road.

One thing was for sure, I had never felt this confident or wild with a guy before – sex that wasn’t sex outside? In a car? I liked that he made me feel confident enough to do those things with him.

We passed another road marker and I smiled as Fletch intertwined our hands on his lap.