by Vera Roberts
Now there she was, looking like a California snow bunny with as much snow gear anyone could possibly put on, watching Dean built a makeshift snowman in between snow-covered cars. “You’re actually building a family?” She commented.
“Hell, yeah!” Dean smiled as he put the finishing touches on the bigger snowman. It was a family of four and he was thankful he was able to convince the hotel kitchen to give him the spoiled carrots and olives he needed for the eyes and nose. Next time he would ask for tomatoes to complete the mouth. He stepped aside and nodded at his creation. “What do you think?”
Sydney shook her head. She watched with awe and a bit of amusement how serious Dean was about his snow family. They weren’t big but that was beside the point. He took care into building them as if he was creating a masterpiece. It was charming. “You’re insane. That’s incredible.”
“You should try.” He glanced over to her. “Just gotta create a couple of snowballs and stack them on top of each other. “
“I never made snowballs before.” She shrugged.
“What?” Dean had a disgusted face as if he tasted some horrible food. “What do you mean?”
“I just never had the opportunity.” She shrugged again, wondering why what she said was so shocking. “I can’t miss something if I never did it.”
“All right, we’re changing that today.” He walked over to her and picked up a small pile of snow. He nodded to her to do the same and Sydney complied. “Just watch me. You move your hands like so as if you’re molding dough.”
Sydney watched Dean make a snowball and followed his lead. When he placed his snowball on the ground, she placed hers on top of his. “Like so?”
“Yeah, like so!” He smiled. “You’re a natural already!”
“Not bad for a roo –whoa!” Sydney slipped on some snow and lost her footing before Dean caught her.
Dean looked down at Sydney. Her cheeks were flushed with a deep pink color, though he couldn’t tell if it was the weather or her makeup doing that. He did know, however, she looked like a snow goddess to him. “Are you okay?”
Dean felt so wonderful and comforting. His strong arms cradled her body and she quickly got used to how amazing he felt. His eyes glittered in the sunlight and he looked amazingly hot. While she loved, highly admired, and respected the fact he was being a perfect gentleman, Sydney was getting a little tired of the gesture. “I’m good. Thanks.”
Eight
“Your nickname is what…?”
Dean shook his head and rolled his eyes over dinner with Sydney. After an extraordinary day of building more snowmen and participating in a snowball fight with a group of kids, the pair retreated back to their suite and watched movies for the rest of the afternoon. Needing a break from their suite, Dean took Sydney out to dinner at the hotel restaurant and scored a private booth.
They spent the better part of the evening really getting to know each other. He found out she’s open to most types of music and was a not-so closeted fan of Taylor Swift. She discovered he liked to paint, though he admitted he wasn’t “that good at it.” He discovered she was the youngest of three, with two older brothers. Her parents were tenured professors at San Francisco State University. She found out he was a hardcore hip-hop head and proclaimed A Tribe Called Quest was one of the best hip-hop groups ever.
When she asked him about hockey, Dean went into great detail to describe hockey terminology to her, though he could tell some things went over her head. It was pretty clear, however, his nickname was clearly understood. “The Lunatic,” he repeated, “that’s what they call me.”
“Now are you a fun crazy like a Will Ferrell movie? Or are you a sitting-in-the-corner-watching-me-sleep-while-you-eat-a-banana type of crazy?” She smiled.
“You’re nuts.” Dean chuckled.
“I’m just saying…”
“I wouldn’t eat a banana.”
Sydney briefly paused and caught the twinkle in Dean’s eyes. “I saw what you did there.”
“You like that?” He asked.
“I like that,” she nodded.
“Hockey is fun but it’s brutal. Either you kill or you are killed. I’m friends with many of the guys off the ice but on it, it’s anyone’s game. I’m going to let my boy score just because we had a barbeque the other day. Hell, no!” Dean scoffed. “I will buy him a beer after the fact, though.”
“Awww…” Sydney grinned. “That’s so sweet.”
“Shut it.” Dean laughed and Sydney joined him. “So Ms. Sydney…”
“Yes, Mr. Dean?”
“You’re beautiful, funny, and incredibly sexy.” He leaned back into his chair. “I have to ask you why you’re single.”
Sydney took a sip of wine and let the fruity liquid roll around her tongue before she swallowed. It was a good question that she didn’t quite have the answer to. She didn’t quite believe in the old adage of choice or circumstance but her bad luck (or was it simply bad taste?) in men made her wonder if she was the real lunatic. “I’m a good girl who wants the bad boy and somewhere in there, I realize the bad boy is an asshole so I get left alone.”
“Why do good girls want bad boys?” He asked. “I never understood that. There are plenty of good guys out there.”
“And those good guys live in their mama’s basement playing Dungeons and Dragons while drinking their third Mountain Dew.” She chuckled. “Bad boys are exciting and a little dangerous, living on the edge. Good girls keep their noses clean for the most part so we like that danger, that ummph.”
“That ummph?”
“That ummph.”
Dean leaned forward and Sydney noticed the sparkle in his eyes. “Do you think you would be able to handle my ummph?”
Sydney’s heart slammed against her chest and for a brief second, she had to remember to breathe. She swallowed hard and let out a sigh. “Say what?”
“You said you like that danger, you want that ummph…I’m giving you an opportunity. Can you handle mine?”
Sydney found the courage and met Dean’s challenge. “If you’re suggesting a one-night stand, that ship done sailed a long time ago, partner.” She purred.
Dean reached over and touched fingers with Sydney. She immediately felt a heat surge through her body and it pooled between her thighs. Once again, she had to focus on breathing. “Who said anything about a one-night stand?”
“You’re seriously suggesting a long-distance relationship?” She asked. “Yeah, I can see why you’re called The Lunatic.”
“I’m suggesting I want to see where this goes, starting with tonight.” He pressed. “It could be nothing or it could everything.”
Sydney bit back a moan. She did not like the feelings Dean created within her. He looked like a dude that had a big-ass neon TROUBLE sign over his head. She knew his type; she’d been with his type. The type of guy who would straddle a girl against the wall before he threw her across the bed and mount her, leaving her head spinning, and wondering exactly when did cuddling become sexing as they watched a movie.
Dean was a nice guy and perfect gentleman, which she loved. But now he showed her his deviant side, which she had no idea how much she craved until that moment.
“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” He asked.
“I’m just thinking,” she slightly shrugged.
“If it’s that whole respect thing in the morning, I’ll assure you I will.” He promised.
“No, it’s not that.” She replied.
“What is it?”
“I’m just wondering if I’ll respect you in the morning,” her lips turned up into a sensual curl, “because I’m about to make you sing like a canary.”
Nine
It felt like he was on set of a porno titled, ‘Dean Gets Lucky.’
It sounded cheesy and he could admit he watched more than his fair share of cheesy porn. But who really watches porn for the wonderful acting and thoughtful dialogue?
When Sydney surprised him with her bold request, Dean was taken
aback. Make him sing like a canary? He wanted to laugh. How many women had promised him the best blow job of his life only to see his cock and wonder exactly how many licks would it take to get to the tootsie roll?
Sydney was different.
She had a sexual aura – though she tried to quiet it – that simmered through her being. Her words, her attitude, her intellect. Even how throaty and slightly raspy her voice was – a combination of a breathy Marilyn Monroe and a woman who had age and experience on her side – turned him on. It turned him on the first night he met her. Willpower and overall respect for women is what held him back. Plus, it was a nice change of pace in getting to know someone instead trying to figure out her fellatio technique over dinner.
“I’m going to jump in the shower,” she said as they entered the suite.
“Okay,” Dean nodded and removed his jacket.
Sydney turned back to him. “Come with me,” she offered.
Dean raised an eyebrow. Normally, he would be the one to offer a mutual shower to a conquest; now Sydney was doing it to him. He was impressed. He pulled his shirt over his head and began to unbuckle his belt. “Gladly.”
Sydney walked into the shower and stripped in front of Dean. He leaned against the bathroom door as he watched her put on a show. Little by little, each piece of clothing landed on the floor. First went the too-tight sweater that barely contained her ample breasts. Second went the jeans that hugged her ass so deliciously.
She began to remove her bra and panties when he stopped her. “Allow me,” he replied in a husky voice that dripped with sexual heat.
Sydney felt her pulse quickened as Dean stood behind her. His fingers were a little calloused from the hockey play but surprisingly smooth to the touch. She could faintly smelled the whiskey on his breath as he leaned closer to her, pressing her lithe body against his.
Damn he felt wonderful. He smelled incredible. She felt a slight quiver between her moistened folds and briefly closed her eyes as it reverberated throughout her body.
“I want you to look at me.”
His demand forced her eyes open and Sydney locked them with Dean. She watched as he slowly removed her bra and cupped her breasts. A hastened sigh escaped her mouth as she anticipated his touch. His hands carefully moved down her torso and he pulled the lacy fabric down her legs.
When he stood back up, his mouth rested against her neck. His eyes never moved from hers. “You’re incredible,” his voice came out hard and husky. “Absolutely fucking incredible.”
Sydney felt like a goddess and behind her was her king. She didn’t know if he said that to other woman and at the moment, she didn’t really care. All she knew that it was just them in an unknown world outside and heated desire inside a small room.
She knew the heat she had for Dean went beyond just knowing him for a few days. She wanted to feel she belonged to someone and that someone desired her. She was no longer going to fight any feelings, just succumb to the pleasure, and possibly love. Maybe, just maybe, Dean could give her exactly what she needed.
He pressed his lips against her neck and Sydney moaned in pleasure. The velvety roughness of his lips combined with the heated flesh of hers was almost too much to bear. She closed her eyes and her head fell back against his chest, relishing his hands exploring her nude body, inch by inch.
The light stubble of his cheek grazed her neck as he gently kissed and suckled on it. A hand traveled down to her sex and Sydney willingly accommodated his request. His fingers were gentle yet skillful, finding her core over and over, tickling the swollen bud that peeked through, and making her ride his fingers. He kept his mouth pressed against her neck and the other hand steady around her waist as he watched her reaction through the mirror. Her nipples were hardened, her flesh was hot, and planted expression of ecstasy was etched across her face.
He got her where he wanted her.
When she climaxed, her body stilled and a soft moan escaped her lips. She briefly opened her eyes and a soft glazed took over. Her mind was in a stormy cloud of emotions and Sydney almost forgot where she was.
“Now that we’ve warmed up,” Dean removed his jeans and underwear, “it’s time for the show.”
****
There’s more?
Sydney didn’t know if she was excited or quite frankly, scared. Show? What show was he expecting? What show was she supposed to put on? Wasn’t it her talking shit over dinner, promising to make him sing like a canary?
Now he had her head spinning, giving her a quick and body-rippling orgasm in seemingly record time. And he promised her more.
Shit.
She stepped into the shower and enveloped herself under the stream of running water. She soon felt his hands around her body and she turned around to greet him. His eyes sparkled and there was a proud smile on his face.
“Hey there,” he winked.
“Hey.” She smiled back.
His mouth claimed hers and Sydney was taken to a new level of arousal. Their lips repeatedly met each other’s, almost in a frenzied desire, as if it would be their only chance. They both knew it wasn’t true but neither wanted to take that chance. Their love, once it matured and available for them both to accept, wasn’t worth the risk.
Sydney relished in the velvety roughness of Dean’s tongue against hers and opened her mouth more to accommodate. He was full of experience but there was something else. He was surprisingly gentle yet assertive, as if he was softly demanding her to do whatever he wanted.
She wouldn’t put up a fight.
A small shudder coursed through Sydney’s body as Dean’s hands once again wandered all over hers. His touch was meticulous and gentle, wanting to feel every bit of curve and heat within her body. Her sex became flushed with arousal and for a brief time, she forgot where they were. It no longer mattered.
She felt him pressed against her and she softly played with him. So thick, so long, so…wonderful. He grew more into her hand the longer she played, feeling the mushroom tip, and the width of his shaft, all the while wondering how much he would hurt her.
“I’m pretty clean,” he finally pulled away long enough to speak. He placed his forehead against hers and breathed hard. “Are you?”
All they did was simply get wet but that was good enough for both of them. “I think so.”
They dried off and Dean led Sydney back to his bedroom. She laid down on the bed as he rummaged through his luggage, trying to find a condom. Sydney watched the view of his perfectly shaped ass and wondered how often was she going to see that magnificent sight.
Within seconds, Dean found the condoms and climbed into bed with her. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Sydney smiled. “What’s up?”
Dean laughed. “You’re awesome, you know that?”
“I try.” She grinned.
“Soooo…” Dean wasn’t sure about how to approach her. He never had a conversation about sexual style before said act. Then again, he never cared about someone this much so both feelings were new and quite foreign to him. “…Do you like slow? Do you want hard and fast? I just don’t want to hurt you.”
Sydney nudged Dean on his back and straddled him. “You talk too much.” She leaned down and kissed him again, before sliding her body down his, planting small kisses along his. She discovered a sweet spot of Dean – along his hip dents – and found he was ticklish.
“I forgot I was ticklish there,” he murmured.
“I’m sure you’re going to remember a lot of things tonight,” Sydney replied.
She stopped at his shaft and took a long lick of it with her tongue, outlining every inch of it. She inhaled his scent, swallowed his taste, and wanted more. She was amazed how hardened he became as if his mind was on overdrive and full arousal.
She licked the underside before she took him fully in her inviting mouth. She sucked him long and slow, relishing in his taste and scent. One hand cupped him while the other began a twisting motion as she sucked harder.
Then it happened. His
body stilled and a soft high-pitched sound came out of his mouth. Sydney merely smiled as she continued. She promised Dean he would sing like a canary.
She abruptly stopped and rolled the condom on him. She adjusted her position and sank down on him, her eyes widening as he completely filled her. She let out a few quick breaths before she softly rocked against him, his hands guiding her hips before they cupped her breasts.
Breathless.
It would be the word Sydney would describe later to her girlfriends about the first thrust, the first kiss, and the first time she knew she was in love with him. There was intensity about Dean that she never knew she needed until he came along. He was the best friend who laughed at her. He was the protector who shielded her. He was lover, who made her discover things about her body that surprised her.
She moved at a steady pace, slowly increasing her tempo. Harsh, short breaths were forced out her mouth. Her heart felt like it was about to burst and calming warmth washed over her body. It was no longer him or her, but them. They were one with each other and in the universe. She knew the difference between love and sex, but this was a combination she’d never experienced.
Was she in love?
Each time she rocked against him, the deeper the emotions were. Maybe they could make a long distance relationship work? Maybe she could be a NHL girlfriend? Maybe, just maybe. She didn’t know Dean other than the very basic and maybe a few antidotes about his childhood and career. How could she be in love with someone she barely knew?
All Sydney knew was that, somehow, she was.
Dean suddenly pulled her down and their lips fused together once again. He thrust harder into her, wrapping his arms around her. He didn’t want to let her go, not then and not ever. There was a connection he felt with Sydney that he hadn’t experienced with any other woman, and he didn’t want to seek further.
Sydney rocked against him a little while longer, then her body stilled. A soft moan released from her mouth and her body slightly shuddered as she whimpered his name. Dean soon followed with his own release before he rolled her off and snuggled against her.
