A Week in the Snow

by Gwen Masters

  “Do it,” she growled, and he began to spank her with a rhythm that matched his strokes. Thrust in, pull out, spank. Thrust in, pull out…spank harder. Every slap of his hand stoked the fire in her pussy and made her clit jump with the thrill. She hovered on the edge of an orgasm for what seemed an eternity, until Richard reached underneath her and stroked her clit with two fingers.

  The blood rushed out of her head and almost made her faint. The orgasm rushed up from the middle of her, making her cry out. The heat of him rushed out of his dick and into her, spreading within her as he groaned. Rebecca’s hands finally gave way and she fell forward on to the couch, landing on her side, the juices of his orgasm painting the inside of her thighs. She lay on the couch and looked up at him, breathing hard, her eyes wide with discovery.

  “You spanked me,” she said, when she could breathe again.

  “You wanted it.”

  She grinned and reached back to touch her ass. The skin there was burning hot. She could only imagine what it looked like. Richard reached down and gave her another playful swat, but this time she arched away from him—only to tumble off of the couch and on to the floor with a resounding thud.

  “Owww!” she hollered, and Richard was immediately kneeling beside her, laughing hard. Rebecca started to laugh too, and soon they were both howling. They lay on the floor in front of the fireplace and laughed until tears ran down their cheeks and they once again lost their breath.

  When the fit of giggles was finally over, they sat back against the couch and grinned at each other. “Breakfast is still on the table,” Richard reminded her.

  “My car is still in the ditch.”

  “We’ve got all kinds of things to do today.”

  “You just fucked me and spanked me and made me fall over the back of your couch.”

  “I did not make you fall!”

  “You think I would have done all that on my own?”

  They went off into a fit of laughter again.

  “Come on,” he said when he could speak. “Let’s go eat cold eggs.”

  Chapter Ten

  Word in Crispin travelled fast. By the time the tow truck got to Rebecca’s car, the driver already knew her name, where she was from and who she was with during her stay. He cast an interested eye in her direction and kept looking at her legs, even as he talked about where she wanted him to take the car and who would cover the bill for the tow. When the tow driver craned his neck to check out her ass as she turned away, Richard loudly cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow.

  “Gonna get on it right now,” the driver said, and headed for the back of the truck, still staring at Rebecca’s legs a little longer than was appropriate.

  The car was still half buried in snow, but now that everything was melting it was easier to get it out. Snow had sifted in through the broken window, ruining the leather seats. The front of the car was almost nose first in the ditch, and as Rebecca walked around it she marvelled at how far off the road she had travelled. In the snow it had been hard to tell which way was the right direction, and now she realised she had been trying to get out of the ditch by going deeper into it. She now knew firsthand how tricky a blizzard could be.

  Richard came to stand beside her and put his hand on her arm. “You okay?”

  “I’m all right.”

  “Really?”

  “I’m going to have to rent a car. There’s no way those seats can be replaced in a few days.”

  “You could always fly back to Miami,” he said.

  “There’s time for figuring all that out.”

  “Or you could just ditch everything and stay right here.”

  She shot him an indulgent smile.

  The tow truck roared as the cable tightened, and soon her car was moving out of the snow like a snake shedding its skin. Now that it was out of the ditch, the damage to the front bumper was clear. She winced as it was pulled up on to the back of the flatbed truck, more snow shaking off the car with every bump and shimmy. Glass made tinkling sounds as it fell from the doorframe and bounced on the cold asphalt.

  “You did her up good, hon,” the driver said as he secured the wheels of her car to the flatbed. “You want to ride with me in the cab to the shop?”

  “She’s riding with me,” Richard said, annoyed.

  “Suit yourself.”

  They followed the tow truck and its cloud of billowing black smoke. Her Florida plates looked forlorn and lost as they peeked over the snow-covered bumper. Richard reached over and took her hand as they pulled into town, where it seemed everyone had to stop and stare at the shiny red car. At the mechanic’s shop, the tow driver put the car down in a corner of the lot and took off for another call, but he didn’t fail to try one last look at Rebecca’s ass.

  The mechanic looked the car over and gave a list of things to be done. “The window. The dents in the front, I think I can knock those out, no problem. I can set up a paint job for you in Florida if you want. I’m not sure what’s wrong with the engine, guess it depends on how much of a good bang you took into that ditch. The seats are all kinds of a problem, and I can’t fix those. That’s a factory issue.” He kicked the tyre on the driver’s side. “And you’ve got a flat.”

  “My insurance will cover anything but that.”

  “Ah, no worries. I’ve got an old tyre that will fit. It will get you to Florida and then some.”

  Rebecca smiled at the young man. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. You take good care of our Richard, you hear?”

  Her smile grew broader as he popped the hood and peered underneath. It was the first overtly kind word she had heard about her relationship with Richard, and it had a soothing effect, like balm to the soul.

  Climbing back in the truck, she told Richard about it. “He wants me to take good care of you.”

  “You’ve been doing a good job of that already.”

  At the offices of the newspaper, many townsfolk made a point of stopping in just to chat. The place hadn’t been that busy since the local election night, and Richard was more than fed up with it by noon. It didn’t help that curious faces were staring at the office from the windows of the diner across the street. Rebecca stayed hidden away in the back room, pretending to look at the old equipment. Richard was uncomfortable with the attention, so he could only imagine how she felt.

  When they went out to lunch, he suggested what had been on his mind all morning.

  “How would you feel about getting out of town for a few days?”

  She smiled. “I was thinking it might be nice, but I know you’ve got work to do.”

  “I’ve got staff. They can handle things for a while.”

  “Where would we go?”

  Richard shrugged. “Wherever the truck happens to take us.”

  “That sounds good.”

  “Do you like Chinese?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “There’s a great Chinese place in Clinton. Let’s go there.”

  She had no idea where Clinton was, and she didn’t care, so long as she got to spend time with him there. “Okay.”

  Back at his house, they packed one small overnight bag, her clothes nestling in right beside his, and they made sure not to forget her cameras. Richard switched the home phone so it would ring to his cell, and watching him reminded Rebecca of her own cell phone. It had sat on the kitchen counter for days, drying out from the snow. She knew better than to turn it on before the parts inside had had a chance to dry, because the slightest bit of moisture would fry every circuit in the little gadget. Now she wandered into the kitchen and picked it up, studied it for a moment, and decided to try it.

  The screen came up and her greeting appeared. So far, so good. She waited another few seconds and watched as the address book appeared, then the listing of missed calls. She was grateful the phone was working, but shocked at the number of messages waiting for her.

  Forty-four? Forty-four messages in just a few days?

  She scrolled through the
m, and her shock turned to annoyance. Gene had left her messages forty-two times. Of the other two messages, there was one from someone wanting a photo taken, and also one from her friend Lisa, wanting to go to lunch when she got back into town. She stared at the missed calls from Gene. There were plenty more than forty-two, and she wondered what she would find when she listened to his messages. Begging and pleading, most likely, and when that didn’t work he would have resorted to an angry defence of the way he had acted.

  She listened to the first one. Sure enough, it was filled with apologies. Gene actually sounded sorry for the way he had acted, and for a moment she let herself feel badly about the whole situation. She could almost believe he meant what he said. The second message and the third were much the same, but with the fourth they got more heated. By the time she reached message number ten, he was yelling into the phone, cursing at her for being such a bitch, for making him worry and not returning his calls. According to Gene she was a childish brat who had gone off on a fit of pique when her boyfriend dared to question her actions, and she could just hang with the little boys until she grew up and wanted a real man.

  She stopped listening at message number twenty, and deleted the rest. She had heard more than enough to know her decision had been the right one.

  Richard stood in the doorway and watched her going through the messages. She had no idea he was there, and he studied her reactions with every one. Her shoulders slumped, she gestured in the air, then she started to get mad. She punched the air with her fist then, and said more than once into the phone, “Yeah, well, fuck you, too.”

  When she hung up the phone, she turned and saw him standing there. She blushed hard and shrugged.

  “Gene had a lot to say,” she explained.

  “Anything worth listening to?”

  “Not a single word.”

  Richard smiled and held out his hand. “Your chariot awaits, darling.”

  Driving out of Crispin that afternoon, Rebecca felt like she could breathe again. The scrutiny of the town had got to her, no matter how much reassurance Richard had given, and she was sure it had got to him too. The word of his fight with his mother had spread, no doubt told over and over by Janette herself, and now the town was abuzz with what might happen next. Rebecca was happy to be leaving the microscope. She squeezed Richard’s hand as he drove, hoping her gratitude was clear.

  Richard felt liberated, too. He was going to another town, a place where he was not likely to be noticed. They would be just happy faces in the crowd, not the objects of speculation. He was looking forward to feeling like a normal man in a normal relationship, not someone with a wife hidden away God-knew-where and a girlfriend his whole family wouldn’t accept.

  They pulled into Clinton and found the first hotel that looked good. The room was simple but clean, with a huge bed and a view of a snow-ringed parking lot. Richard took advantage of the bed as soon as they arrived, pulling her down on it with him and unbuttoning her jeans.

  “What are you doing?” she giggled.

  “I’m making you happy.”

  Her words slipped away when his hand pushed between the denim and her skin, heading straight for her pussy. She had had plenty of time to get revved up during the ride, and now she was soaked with desire. He found her clit and twisted it gently between his thumb and forefinger. She lifted her hips to him and looked into his eyes as he played with her. His smile was content and his eyes calm as he worked magic between her legs. Finally the orgasm came upon her and she closed her eyes, bit her lip and let out a long moan of surrender.

  When she opened her eyes, he was licking his fingers. She blushed at the sight of it.

  “You’re much better than Chinese,” he said, “but I’ve got to get some real food in me before I perform sexual acts of any kind.”

  She eased off the bed and headed to the bathroom to clean up. Twenty minutes later they were in the restaurant, their waitress a demure Chinese woman who walked with tiny steps and bowed with every other word, and Rebecca wondered if the woman could see any of their secrets. Could strangers tell she had just come? Could they see it in her eyes or feel it in her very presence, like a vibration of passion around her? Could any of them see the way she looked at Richard and tell that she was falling in love with the man in front of her?

  That thought made Rebecca’s heart pound. She looked at him over the steaming hot cups of tea and wondered how he felt. Was it possible to fall in love with someone over the span of a few glorious days? Was she really capable of giving her heart so freely to someone she had just met? But it felt absolutely right, perfectly sane, as though she had known him forever and was just waiting for the chance to make a go of a relationship with him.

  Richard stared at her, having the same thoughts of his own. She was so beautiful sitting there, with her cheeks flushed and her hair not quite right and her lips swollen from his kisses. Her eyes were wide as she looked back at him, as though she had just seen something beautiful and delightful, and was on the cusp of sharing it with the rest of the world. He wanted to know every thought that was flowing through her pretty head.

  “Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, and she shook her head, then reconsidered.

  Hadn’t he been honest with her this morning? Hadn’t he made his feelings clear every step of the way? It was her turn to take that leap.

  “I was just wondering how long it takes to fall in love.”

  Richard blinked at her. He was stunned by the words but even more stunned by the fact that he knew the answer. There was no doubt in his mind, none at all.

  “A week in the snow,” he said.

  Tears sprang to her eyes. She reached across the table and his hand was waiting there, palm up, inviting her. She placed her fingers gingerly on the bandage, the place where glass from her vehicle had marred his skin. The cut wasn’t even close to healed yet, and already she was in love?

  “A week,” she mused.

  “Snow makes people do crazy things,” he whispered.

  They didn’t say another word until their dinner arrived, piping hot plates of chicken and seafood on beds of noodles and rice. They sipped tea and soup, ate small bites of fiery hot food and didn’t take their eyes from each other. Rebecca was already thinking of the hotel room a few miles away. Richard was thinking about flight schedules, and when he could visit Miami. She was right here in front of him and already the thought of her being so far away made him feel almost sick.

  When the dinner was over they walked hand in hand into the cold night. Before Rebecca got in the truck, Richard pulled her back to him and cradled her against his chest like a fragile prize he had just won. She went willingly, tipping her head back for a kiss, and instead just breathed in the scent of him. Together they stood until the wind became too strong and the cold became too much.

  In the truck, neither of them spoke. The drive to the hotel seemed to take forever, and they hit every red light on the way. Rebecca rested her hand lightly on his thigh, feeling the muscles move under his jeans every time he hit the gas. His arm was around her shoulder, pulling her tight against him while he drove with one hand and cursed the traffic.

  At the door of the hotel room, her hand shook when she tried to use the keycard. He stepped forward and took it from her hand, gave her an indulgent smile, and opened the door on the first try.

  Once that door closed behind them, all the words they hadn’t said in the restaurant tumbled out of them, a frenzy of talking, even as they undressed each other with impatient hands.

  “I’m falling in love with you. I had no idea…”

  “I knew I loved you the moment I kicked my mother out.”

  “I think it was the night at the hospital…”

  “I don’t want any of those nurses.”

  “I want you right now.”

  “Hurry.”

  Soon they were naked and their hands everywhere, their lips following, and then he was on bottom and she was above him. The bedside light was on, and her skin gl
owed under it. She moved like a cat, scratching his chest with her nails, staring seductively at him through dark, feral eyes. Her hair fell in disarray around her face and her cheeks were flushed with heat. Her nipples were hard as little rocks and her chest heaved with every tortured breath. Richard lay underneath her and wished he could capture that moment forever, the sheer beauty of her.

  She smiled down at him and bent low to give him a kiss. As she did, he took the very breath from her, breathing the air she breathed out. “I love you,” she said into his mouth.

  “I love you, too.”

  She sat back up and started to ride him hard, a punctuation mark on what she had just said. He grabbed her hips and held her tight against him, making her grind instead of thrust. The emotion and the angle made it quick. Rebecca came with a scream, and Richard pushed his hand against her mouth, lest she send the hotel staff running to see if he was fucking her or killing her.

  Rebecca slumped over him for a moment, but when his cock twitched inside her, she realised he hadn’t come with her. She ground lazily on him, slowly picking up speed. When he was on the edge of an orgasm, she climbed off and gave him a grin.

  She crawled between his thighs and sucked his cock into her mouth. Richard exploded into her, arching his hips as she pushed her hands underneath them. She held him where he was until the last of his cum had disappeared down her throat. She crawled up beside him and was surprised when he grabbed her face between his hands, kissed her deeply, and then murmured in complaint, “Why didn’t you save some for me?”

  “Next time, I will.”

  “I need a shower,” he said. “After I get some sleep.”

  “Wake me up when you get in there. I’m going, too.”

  “Ever made love in the shower?”

  She thought of the first night at his house, when he was sleeping upstairs and she was under the water, thinking of a fantasy man who would do all the wicked things she wanted. She smiled now as she realised that fantasy man had been upstairs above her that whole time.