Enjoy the Ride (Winter Games Book 3)

by Dr. Rebecca Sharp

  That was what was happening to me. All of these things I thought I knew about her, thought that I remembered about being with her, tasting her, touching her—they were all the same, yet more—drawing me deeper into her tornado.

  “Leave it,” I rasped, watching as she attempted to wipe the hardwood—completely naked—from where I’d just fucked the living shit out of her.

  Jesus. And I was ready to go again.

  Her head whipped to me, but kept scrubbing with the paper towel.

  “I’m almost done.” Defiance. Synonym for Jessa Madison.

  Resting my elbow on the counter, I watched my naked Cinderella clean the floor. My dick thickening at the way her tits bounced as she moved. If possible, she was even hotter than she’d been in high school—her hips slightly wider, her tits slightly larger, and her nipples a tanned pink. Pink waves cascaded down her back—mostly dry now.

  She stood and I reached to take the paper towel from her. She switched the wad into her other hand before reaching out so I could take it from her. Strange.

  “Which bed?” I asked, tossing it in the trash.

  “Chance—“

  “Jessa,” I growled knowing she was about to suggest that we sleep in separate rooms after what just happened, “did I actually just fuck your brains out? Because that’s the only scenario in which I could understand why you think I would let you out of my fucking reach right now.”

  Her brow furrowed as she tried to keep her eyes on mine, but I saw the way they kept drifting to my dick that was not shrinking in spite of all the effort that we’d just put in.

  She licked her lips and I felt my cock twitch. I won. “Yours. I promised Ally that I would keep her bed… clean.”

  A grin spread over my face. “So, you knew you were going to sleep with me?”

  “No!” Such a fucking lie. And the blush that spread all over her body was just as effective as a lie detector test. “She just… made me promise. Just in case, I guess.”

  She shrugged, pink hair slipping over her shoulder and brushed in front of her nipple.

  “If she wasn’t my baby sister…”

  “Don’t,” she chided me.

  “So, my bed it is. Again.” I smirked. “Although you looked a little different the last time you were in it.” I walked over to her, putting my hands on her hips and directing her back in the direction of the door to the basement.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I loved when her voice became breathless.

  It seemed horrible that I loved knowing I stole the goddamn air from her lungs, but I didn’t care. All I wanted her to eat, breathe, sleep, and feel was me.

  “Tats, J-bird.” Chuckling, I raised a hand to flick her nipple—the one that sat below what looked like coordinates on her chest. “Don’t worry, the rest of you is better than I fucking remember.” Leaning down, I whispered against her ear, “And I have the rest of the night to prove it to you.”

  She squealed when I hoisted her into my arms, but quickly wrapped her legs around my waist just like I wanted. Throwing the door open, I let her sex slide against my dick as I carried her down to my room.

  “What changed?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “What changed your mind about my moving to Texas with you? Something happened. That hadn’t even been a thought in your mind—and for good fucking reason. What. The. Hell. Happened?” I asked and then waited, pausing at the door to my room.

  I wouldn’t admit to what her confession had made me feel. I was already struggling that my plan for revenge was quickly going to shit. Hearing that she’d forced a kiss with Frost because of me… because she didn’t want to be a burden to me.

  Christ, if that wasn’t the hottest, yet most hurtful thing I’d ever heard.

  All these years… for nothing…

  I was right. I could tell by the way her head ducked and her response was delayed.

  “I wasn’t thinking,” she mumbled. “I was excited for school—to pursue my career. I was excited about you and about us. No,” she paused, “not excited—overwhelmed. Consumed. I was getting everything that I could possibly want.”

  My fingers tipped her chin up. The truth shimmered just like the gold in her eyes.

  “Who told you it wasn’t what I wanted?” I could read between the lines. “Was it Channing?”

  I would have her fucking head—sister or not. My stomach clenched at the thought. Never in a million years did I think something could top the love I had for my siblings—for my twin—but Jessa… I shuddered at the hold she had over me

  She had the power to save me or to break me—an indescribable omnipotence.

  “No,” she sighed. “It was Nick.”

  Goddammit. Of course, it would be Frost—it would always be Frost.

  “What did he say?” I ground out, throwing the door open and carrying her inside.

  “He didn’t tell me to leave you. Or do what I did.” She gasped as I sat down on the bed, keeping her in my lap with her legs locked around my waist. Even though anger and betrayal floated around us in this conversation, it only magnified the way her sex slid over my cock. “He just brought up that maybe I hadn’t considered all of this from your perspective,” she continued and I watched her throat as she gulped. “And I hadn’t.”

  My lips curled. I was going to have a word with my friend. Fuck that. I was going to have more than a word.

  “Don’t,” she demanded, glaring at me even as her hips unconsciously rubbed against mine.

  “Seriously? Don’t fucking defend him.”

  “I’m not, Chance. But it was my choice. What I did—it was my decision. I could have—should have—talked to you. Maybe. I-I honestly don’t know. I don’t know anymore.” Her body shuddered against mine. And while the movement made my dick swell against her stomach,

  Fuck if I didn’t break watching how tortured she was making herself over this. My hand cupped the back of her neck and I rained kisses along her jawline, her cheek, her eyelids, her nose, in a poor attempt to kiss away her self-loathing.

  “I don’t know when it happened—when I assumed it was ok for you to give up everything for me without question. It’s like I forgot about your dream,” she murmured shakily.

  I couldn’t take her tone. So, I did the only thing that I knew would derail her train of thought by fusing my lips over hers. There was hurt here, but there was also healing. There was also the fucking freedom to finally give in to our desire for each other. Finally.

  “No more tonight,” I growled against her lips. “No more Frost.” As if it wasn’t obvious anyway.

  She whimpered in agreement before her teeth tore into my lip, needing my kiss. Her hips rotated against mine, her hot honey sliding down the length of my dick.

  “Is your pussy hungry again, J-bird?” I growled into her mouth. “I feel her salivating all over my cock.”

  “So hungry,” she moaned, as I reached for another condom from the nightstand.

  “So fucking hungry,” I rasped as my lips crushed her already-swollen ones.

  And she responded with a vengeance—as though she needed to give me back everything that she’d ripped away from me. And as though she needed me to fuck away every ounce of despair that she’d carried with her all this time.

  Death: Feared and misunderstood, this card symbolically represents the end of a major phase or aspect of your life that brings about something far more valuable and important. You must close one door to open another.

  IT WAS STRANGE TO THINK about, but I felt like my body was going through an emotional anniversary that my brain couldn’t find the words to describe. I felt the memories in my bones, through my veins, on my skin, and beating from my heart. But they weren’t just memories, they were also the present. Truthfully, it felt like there was no time, there was only Chance. It was unnerving at first, but now I embraced it—I allowed it and told my brain to have patience, that it would eventually catch up.

  The past few days had been something out
of a dream. I mean, the sex—definitely. The way I’d walked into work on Tuesday, my colleagues probably thought that I should have been a patient rather than an instructor—a sight that Chance supremely enjoyed during his appointment. I’d wanted to be irritated about it, but when he repeatedly promised to massage all my muscles later that night, I couldn’t find the strength to suppress my anticipation, let alone fake irritation at his gloating.

  More than the mind and body-numbing sex, there was everything else. There will always be those people in life where you can go without seeing them for years, and at your first reunion, it’s like no time has passed. Yeah, it was kind of like that. There was still a lot to be said about our past, but we didn’t force it out like a therapy session. Feelings, truths, they all came out comfortably as we both began to trust in the safety of what was being rebuilt between us.

  I stared absentmindedly at Kyle and Monroe talking at the other end of the gym. She’d moved on to the stage where she was pretending not to give a shit that Chance didn’t give a shit about her—the stage where she tried to provoke his jealousy by flirting with Kyle when it was time for Chance to get here.

  Sorry, sweetheart. That only works for me.

  And even I hadn’t done it on purpose.

  I bit my lip, trying to hide my smile as my blue-eyed ghost walked into the gym—confidently, like he owned the place or maybe it was just because he owned me.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” he rasped. I put my hand up on his chest. This had been our little routine. He would come up to me like he was about to kiss me in front of the world, and I would put my hand on his heart to stop him because this was my work and I didn’t want anyone (like Monroe) to accuse me of being unprofessional. Chance knew it too—and he wouldn’t have kissed me—but he did it to let me know that he wanted to.

  And that sent small fireworks out from my heart.

  “Hey,” I whispered back with a small smile, losing myself in the sky of his eyes. It was hard to remember that we were in a public place and that there were other people around. Really hard.

  His phone buzzed and broke the moment. Pulling it from his pocket, he looked at the number before immediately ending the call.

  “You’re a few minutes early, you could have answered it,” I said, stepping back a little as I realized just how close we’d been standing.

  “I’m not answering Frost.” His tone was curt and immediately, my mind wondered.

  “Has he called before?” I asked and followed with, “Have you been ignoring him all week?”

  Out of all the things, we hadn’t really revisited Nick’s role in all of this. In my mind, it was ancillary even if it had been inciting.

  “Yes.” I assumed that was his answer to both questions. “I don’t trust myself to talk to that fucker right now.”

  His body hardened in defiance as we walked over to the mats for him to stretch out before we began his exercises. I shivered, feeling Monroe’s angry stare on my back. Even though I made sure there was no PDA, it was clear that something had changed between Chance and me and her jealousy because of it was like acid; for a second, I pitied her because the only person it was eating away at was herself.

  “I think you should call Nick back,” I said when Chance finished the second round of stretching after his session.

  The towel he’d been wiping his face with dropped to reveal one eyebrow raised amid an expressive blend of anger and intrigue.

  The place had cleared out, so I spoke freely about what had been on my mind the past hour while I was professionally forced to keep our discussion to non-intimate conversation. Everyone else had left early for the day to prepare for the snowstorm that we were now supposed to get tomorrow—the forecast of a few flurries had quickly changed to snowfall of several inches.

  It seemed like even the weather was cooperating with my plans to take Chance to the mountain this weekend; who could resist fresh powder?

  “Jessa.” he rasped and stepped towards me. Even though there was no one else in the room, I still backed up a little as his presence surrounded me. His fingers pressed underneath my chin, lifting my face up as he continued, “He fucking made you feel like you were ruining my life by moving; I can’t just fucking forget about that. Why the fuck would he do that to me?”

  I understood how he felt. I understood that he was angry about the consequences of what Nick had said to me. And now, I realized too that he was hurt because he believed that his friend had been trying to sabotage his happiness.

  “So, no. I don’t think I should call him.” His eyes trailed lazily down my body, leaving a trail of smoke in their wake. “What I do think though is that you have a few muscles that I wouldn’t mind stretching right now.” Oh, damn. My breath caught and I drew blood from my cheek so that I wouldn’t moan. “With my tongue.”

  The dull ache he’d created began to throb, but I was nothing if not determined. Even though my voice wavered with unrestrained need, I forced the words from my lips.

  “I know Frost—maybe not like you do, but I do know him,” I began, putting my hand on his chest to stop him from inching closer. Mistake. I felt his heart, his muscles, pulsing underneath my touch. His tee was slightly moist from sweat and my mouth watered to taste him—to lick him clean after I’d made him dirty.

  Still, I continued, “Was he trying to start something? To create a problem where there was none? Maybe.” I licked my lips and his eyes narrowed on my movement. Fire flashed in his eyes because he wants my lips on him as much as I do. “You and I both know what sort of fucked up place he was in at the time with his dad and then his mom… So yes, maybe he wanted you to be miserable, too,” I admitted thickly because that was always a possibility.

  “Or…” he prompted, the fingers that were on my chin now trailed down my neck, onto my shoulder before they began to follow the neckline of my scrub top.

  “Chance,” I breathed his name, my tits rising in expectation of his touch. Even though there was no one here, it still felt forbidden—my place of work where anyone could still come back in and see.

  “Or…” he growled again and flicked my nipple through my clothes.

  Gasping, my fingers now dug into the bulging muscle of his chest. My other hand rose to grab his wrist—it was supposed to be my attempt to pull his hand from me. Instead, he palmed my breast and my traitorous hand egged him on.

  “Or,” I tried to keep speaking, “maybe aside from the fact that it was the truth—that I hadn’t been thinking about you—maybe Nick, who had just lost his father and then his mother to Stone, realized that he was about to lose his best friend to me?”

  I watched the hard expression on his face immediately shift. He hadn’t thought about that. He hadn’t thought about how he had been the one to basically keep Nick alive in those months after his dad’s death when drinking and drugs knew no bounds.

  “So,” he said hoarsely, the backs of his knuckles running over my nipple, each brush sending a new gush of cum into my scrubs, “you’re saying he did this because he was going to fucking miss me?”

  The way he teased my tit made me lose track of the conversation for a second having finally said what I truly believe to have happened. I moaned softly and I felt his body shudder under my hand at the sound. He wanted to make it seem ridiculous, but I wasn’t going to let him.

  “I’m saying that there’s been enough relationships ruined because of lack of communication and there’s been enough anger eating away at you. I’m here. I’m yours.” His eyes darkened at those words and my sex squeezed because even though we’ve been treating each other like this is for keeps, neither of us has said something so definitive yet. “Let the past go.”

  I gasped as his hand released my breast so that his thumb could brush reverently over my lower lip. His head bent in to my neck, licking over my artery to feel my pulse as it raced.

  “How is it that you know what to say to erase my anger?” Awe and desire mingled in his tone. “I know how,” he whispered into my ear. “B
ecause your lips are fucking magic.”

  Both of my hands were on his shoulders, holding myself steady as I moaned his name. My stomach shook as I tried to take a breath, the effort only making me well aware of the long, hard length of his arousal that hung between us.

  “I want your magic lips around my cock,” he rasped and my whole body shook with desire.

  But the need in his voice—desperate, demanding, and dirty—superseded the throbbing between my thighs. I wanted my pleasure. I wanted his pleasure more. I wanted to make him lose control—over his body and over his anger. I wanted his release. And I wanted to be the one to give it to him.

  I pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to step back. Air immediately rushed between us, sending a chill up my body. I saw through the far windows that it had begun to snow already. Another chill went up my spine, this time knowing that anyone who decided to randomly pull into the clinic’s parking lot and look in the window would be seeing a whole different kind of physical therapy under the bright, brilliant lights that littered the ceiling of the giant room.

  Pressure coiled in my stomach. Watching my gaze, he reached down and palmed himself through his shorts, his huge length bobbing eagerly. I licked my lips, not because they were dry, but because I was afraid that I was drooling again.

  I kept my eyes locked with his as I dropped to my knees, the thin layer of cushioning under the mats breaking my fall. Chance hooked his thumb underneath the waist of his shorts, lifting them over his erection that pointed directly at me.

  My tongue moved to lick my lips again but instead ended up trailing along the groove in the swollen purple head. He dragged in a heavy breath as his hips swayed forward to nudge the seam of my mouth with his dick.

  “They’re magic alright,” I rasped, my tongue darting out again to lick the bead of moisture off of his purple tip. This time, his whole body tensed as he let out a hiss. “I think magic is the only way I’m able to make your cock disappear into my mouth.”