Amy wrapped her fingers around her neck and made a gagging sound. Cara shared a smile that she barely felt. “You shouldn't have looked."
"I know. What can I say, seeing them kiss was like witnessing a bad car wreck. Hard to ignore. You looked."
"Touche."
"Come on, Cara. Lucas is only giving Rochelle the attention because she always asks for it. She's been that way for as long as I've known her. And I believe she still wants my brother."
"And you don't think Lucas feels the same?"
"I can't imagine it."
"Because you want me to be the auntie for your kids. Amy, when Rochelle called to tell you that she and Lucas were together in Florida, she was telling you that scoop. They're back together. And here they are, together to celebrate Christmas with you and your parents."
"But I know Lucas was over Rochelle I should ask him."
"Give it up, girl. Isn't it obvious something is going on between them? As far as I can tell, they are reuniting."
"Thus the reason for your scowling."
Cara put the goggles around her head. “Yes.” She adjusted the strap before lowering them to shield her eyes. Her eyes itched from her contact lens. She hated the little silicones, but wearing glasses and goggles at the same time, no matter how much she wanted to, was idiotic.
"For a smart DEA Agent, who has led big drug busts in the country, my brother is one dumb idiot. Sorry, Cara."
"What for? Don't worry, Amy. Before this whole celebration is over, I'll be in love with someone else or maybe with Rick. In fact, I'm already thinking about talking to him again."
"Rick is one hot and delicious guy."
"Yup.” Cara made a show of checking her skis. She was done talking about Lucas. For now. “Okay, I'll go up again. Are you still good to go?"
"No. My legs feel like over cooked noodles. Are you sure you want to have another run?"
"Yeah. I still have half an hour left before they shut off the lift."
"Alrighty. I'll go back to the restaurant. If Lucas and Rochelle want to go back to the lodge, I'll ride with them. The car key is in the locker. Be safe. Don't overdo it, Cara. You're still a duckling learning how to walk."
Cara gave Amy a raspberry. “Didn't I just beat you?"
"One out of three runs? You haven't beaten me, girl. Hey, don't tire yourself. Remember we're going to be at the Christmas Wish Tree Fund Raiser tonight."
"I won't forget."
"Okay, go."
"Later.” Cara skied her way back to the lift that shone bright from hundreds of tiny Christmas lights. As the familiar notes of Baby It's Cold Outside echoed in the air, she trudged on the gradual hill smiling at the skiers obviously eager to beat her to the lift. She tried to sing along, summoning the feeling one ought to feel during the holidays—happiness. Instead, the lyrics brought the memories of the night she had shared with Lucas.
He was supposed to have given her a ride home before going to the airport to catch his plane, but another kind of ride had happened—a ride to ecstasy and fulfillment, desire and blinding lust. A month had passed and yet she could still picture Lucas naked in front of her, fully aroused, with heavy lidded, passion clouded eyes. While she had stood in the middle of her room naked and shaking from anticipation, Lucas had come to her, kissed her, ran his fingers up and down her arms. He had chuckled as her skin puckered from his touch. His lips had lingered on her cheek before moving closer to her own. It had been a slow kiss, but hot enough to melt her bones.
Lucas had kissed her before. But that moment was different. Having seen the scorching look Lucas gave her, she knew a kiss wouldn't be enough. She had dreamed about being touched by him, kissed by him, and taken by him, but not how it would happen. After all, she was a virgin.
When Lucas's kiss had turned deeper, she clung to him, pressing her body against his. He had felt hot and hard all over. Lucas had wrapped his arms around her sealing the gap between them. His cock had pressed just below her bellybutton. Hard and pulsing.
The tip of his tongue had touched the sensitive skin behind her ear before he kissed her way down her throat and cleavage. Hot searching hands had roamed around her body until he finally cupped her breast. Using his thumb, he had rotated her nipple and whispered, “Cara, I've wanted to do this for a long time. You invaded my dreams every night."
"I didn't know,” she had replied huskily.
"You have no idea how your gray eyes, lips, dark hair, breasts and long legs drive me crazy every time I see you. Whenever you're near, I can't concentrate, can't think. All I see is you, hear your voice, smell your scent. Everything else dissolves to nothingness leaving only you. You can drive any man crazy.” He had kissed the tops of her breasts. “You're beautiful. So smooth."
"I didn't know you see me as beautiful. I'm not a beauty queen,” she had moaned as he took turns sucking each of her nipples. Her past boyfriends had made it to second base, cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, and touched her intimately. But not like this. Cara had looked down and watched his mouth close around her aching breasts. The image of her nipples moving inside his mouth, glistening from his saliva had been so erotic it had sent heat spiraling down to her pussy. She throbbed. Cupping his face, she urged him to take more of her flesh.
"I'll show you how beautiful you are, Cara. Starting now.” Using both hands, he had lifted her breasts higher before giving each one a good suck. “Yes, I love your breasts. So perfect. I could do this all night."
Cara couldn't stop watching him take turns trapping her hard and achy nipples between his lips. Never had she seen anything so erotic. She felt transported on soft blossoms of clouds. His hot mouth and caressing hands had robbed her of anything sensible to say. Her thoughts had spun into oblivion. She could not think but only feel. When Lucas's hand had proceeded to go lower to dip his fingers in to touch her pussy, her body had shivered. “Lucas, ohh..."
"Yes, babe. Like that, huh? How about this?"
His hand had gone around her front and touched her clit. Slowly, he ran his fingers up and down her seams until she felt so wet. Cara had wanted to stop his invasion. But her body yearned for something different. She had moved her hips against his prying fingers. “It feels so good. Don't stop."
"I won't. I told you, I'd show you how beautiful you are. Wrap your leg around me."
Doing what he had said would leave her open. Embarrassment and excitement tangled together, but her state of emotional arousal had won. “Like this."
"That's it."
Cara had whimpered as Lucas's middle finger dipped inside her pussy. She'd touched herself there many times and had let her previous boyfriends finger fuck her, but they were never this good. With Lucas taking his time rotating and sliding while his mouth clamped hard on her nipple, the sensation felt entirely different. His touch had somehow made her feel special as if he adored her like a goddess, not just a warm body.
Lucas's finger went in a little further, quickly raising her temperature.
"You're so wet, baby. I want to slide in and out of you now, but I want you to come first. Sit on me."
"What?"
"I want you to sit."
"I don't think..."
Before she could say anymore, Lucas had lowered himself to the carpeted floor and reclined on his back. She looked at his long and lithe body, strong chest and flat stomach, muscled thighs and pulsing cock. “Good god.” When it came to a man's cock, she was as green as anyone would have thought about a virgin. But having seen him throb with a clear liquid emerging from his tip was too much to take in.
"Come here. Sit astride me,” he said while his gaze raked boldly over her.
With a body so hot and screaming for more of his caresses, Cara had stepped over him. Lucas groaned and reached his hand to touch her wet pussy. When she slowly lowered herself, Lucas grabbed her hips gently and pulled her up and up until she practically sat on his chest. “Lucas, what are you doing?"
"I want you to sit on me, like this,” he had pla
ced his hands on her bottom and moved her higher until her pussy was directed above his mouth.
"This is—"
"Shhh, love. It's okay.” Lucas had smiled at her before he lowered her to his mouth and started running his tongue along her seams. She'd dreamt about making love to him, but nothing had compared to this. The position was simply... wickedly erotic. It had given her the total control of how and where she wanted to be licked and sucked.
As soon as Lucas had flattened his tongue on her clit to tease and please, passion took over her senses, wiping away embarrassment and inhibitions. Cara had moved her hips as she aimed her pussy where she wanted his tongue to run. When she rotated her hips and centered the tip of his tongue on her clitoris, Lucas had supplied what her body wanted—a good sucking.
"Ohh...Lucas, I never...."
Lucas had moaned and kept his mouth on her clit. His one big hand cupped and teased her breasts. Cara had known how illicit the action was but she was having the best time of her life and couldn't stop. She had continued moving her ass until she felt the beginning of her orgasm. “More, Lucas. I'm coming, yes...” She had felt so open, exposed and horny shame had no room in her mind.
"Damn, you're so wet. I could do this all night long.” Lucas had spread her labia and speared her with his tongue before feasting on her like a man deprived of sweet meats. His mouth was hot against her entry as he continued to taste her.
Cara's chest thrust forward when she aimed the part of her that she knew would help her reach the highest peak. “Please...right there."
"Ready to come, baby?"
"Yes. Oh yes."
"Spread your pussy for me. Oh, fuck. Yes. You're dripping in my mouth.” Lucas sucked her open cunt.
"Ohh, I want to come."
"You will, love.” With the flats of his tongue, he had licked her good. “Taste so good."
"Lucas, now."
Finally, he took pity on her. Lucas had squeezed her breast and clamped his clit between his teeth for a great suckling that had her screaming. The dual assault on her body opened the gates of pleasure that had led her to the highest peak. Cara had screamed Lucas's name. The intensity of her orgasm had her shaking. She felt like laughing and crying at the same time. Still reeling from her release, Lucas helped her scoot down until his cock touched her ass. “Now what?"
"Now it's my turn.” Lucas had pulled her down on top of him and rolled. Cara found herself pinned beneath him. Settled in between her legs with the length of his cock pressed on her pussy, he said, “You're mine now."
Cara had held her breath and waited as Lucas rubbed the tip of his penis up and down her pussy a couple times. He teased her entry with the tip of his wet cock before slowly sliding inside her passage. Lucas was long and thick that she had felt her vagina stretch. When he had reached her barrier, her pleasure was dampened with pressure and a slight hint of pain. And the pressure she knew was due to her intact hymen.
"Baby, hang on. I'll fuck you fast and hard. Damn, you're so tight."
"Lucas,” she had whispered and dug her fingers on his shoulders
Lucas thrust his hips. He stopped then pressed deeper. “Cara, are you...you're a virgin?"
"Yes, but—"
"Fuckin’ eh! Why didn't you tell me? I could have hurt you. Are you okay?"
"Yes, but I won't be okay if you stop."
"Are you sure? It's not too late."
"I'm sure."
"Really?"
"Yes, I want this. I want you."
Lucas had kissed her with his tongue thrust inside her mouth sharing the scent and taste he got from her. “Cara, baby. I want this, too. Fuck, you have no idea. But you might—"
"Please, Lucas."
"I need to protect you."
"Not now. I'll die if you stop. Now, Lucas."
"Cara, you might regret—"
"Please."
"Hang on to my shoulders. That's it. You're so ready you might not feel the pain. If you do just let—"
"Quit talking. Just do it, Lucas."
And then he had thrust in one swift move. Lust and the need to come again quickly replaced her tiny feeling of discomfort. Lucas had covered her mouth with his, swallowing her cries of pleasure as he pumped inside her until his movement turned almost unrestrained. “Lift your ass. Yes...Cara, Caraaa...” he had groaned and bit her neck lightly before kissing the same spot.
Lucas had stayed the whole night. They made love five times in the course of eight hours. Lucas had used the pack of condoms he stashed in his duffel bag except for the first time. Cara woke up the next morning with Lucas's lips on her breasts, nibbling her skin. While kissing her awake, he had explained that he would be busy for the next month because of the new case he had to take in Florida. Just wait for him, he had told her. When he returned, they would talk.
A skier whizzed past, apologized for spraying her with pristine white snow, bringing her back to where she was—a cold mountain and not Lucas's hot arms. He came back alright—with Rochelle.
Cara got in line. Since only a few skiers were left, it didn't take long before it was her turn to get in a chair.
Maybe if she tired herself, she could tell Amy's mom and dad when she returned from the slopes that she needed rest and wouldn't be able to join them for dinner or family night. She would wait in her room until it was time for her and Amy to leave for a fun night at Whistler Hall. Sounds like a good plan, she thought. But what about the rest of the week? She couldn't possibly ski every single day. She'd be in a coma from exhaustion before the week was over. Besides, hiding was for cowards. And she was everything but that.
She could handle this. She could face the man who showed her how spectacular sex could be and insulted her after by bringing his ex-girlfriend home instead of following up on his promise of talk.
Yeah, I'm not a baby and not a coward. She could even try the Devil's Jump.
On her way up to the Jersey Cream Bowl, an easy run for a beginner like her, she forced a smile and waved at the tourists riding the gondolas. Wintertime in Whistler was always the heaven for skiers due to its combined extensive terrain and good snow. Tourists who didn't care about skiing came here to walk around the village to shop, enjoy the highly rated nightlife, or simply enjoy the view.
Cara scanned the majestic beauty surrounding her, savoring the chance of being one with nature. For skiing enthusiasts, Whistler Blackcomb Resort was a paradise. Different slopes catered for every level of skier and snowboarder. Every type of terrain could be accessed by lift system or snowmobiles and yet the slopes remained uncrowded allowing sufficient areas for lovers, newlyweds, or any couples. Which, she supposed, made this place romantic. Closing her eyes, she honed her senses on the sensuous sound of skis smoothing the angel-wing white snow and the intoxicating fragrance of trees. This place was made for lovers.
The sound of people laughing made her open her eyes. She loved being here, to ski, although she wasn't a great skier, drink hot cocoa and watch people from all over the world mix together, and basked in all of God's wonderful creation. This was her first time celebrating the holidays with Amy's family, the McLeod's. And it was possible that this could be her last.
From the ski chain, Cara looked down at a couple skiing together. Honeymooners, she thought. The way the two skied with a speed of a turtle, stopping to exchange kisses, they wouldn't reach the bottom of the mountain until midnight. She bet they wouldn't mind.
She could have been doing the same if she was still with Rick. Their three-week relationship had progressed smoothly, but when she felt Rick was beginning to feel sexual and looked forward to the more physical part of the relationship, she chickened out and broke up with him. She couldn't imagine getting in bed with him. Continuing with the relationship wasn't fair for him anyway. He loved her, he said so many times, but she pined for another man—Lucas McLeod.
The lift slowed then stopped. Elf Steve, the ski lift usher, with a big smile and sun burned cheeks and nose, helped her by stopping her chair. �
�Jersey Cream Bowl, miss."
"Thanks. Is the Devil's Jump still open?"
"Yeah. You have to get off at the third stop. Wanna do it?"
Why not try it? Devil's Jump required concentration and attention. It would be a perfect way for her to forget about Lucas and his tongue sticking friend. “Yup."
"Okay. Just follow the sign to the Devil. This'll be the last run so if you want to take it, your last chance for today. The lift will stop in a few minutes."
"Thanks. I will take the Devil. I'll probably see you again tomorrow."
She'd never been this high up. Cara felt like flying. The air was thinner and colder, but with the sun beating down on her, it evened out the temperature. She felt good actually.
Seeing she was about to get off the lift, Cara readied her poles.
She planted her pole and skied, following the arrows pointing toward the Devil's Jump. She could do it. How was she going to improve if she kept on taking the bunny hills? She passed the sign, Red Flag- Expert Level.
Facing down the slope, she finally realized why the run was named after a devil. And seeing how steeped it was, she'd more likely face the devil before she reached the bottom. From miles down, she could see different jumps and sharp turns. Filling her lungs with air, she kept her courage from turning into stardust. “Okie dokie, Cara. This is it.” All she had to do was control her speed and she'd make it downhill still standing.
She fixed her goggles, making sure they were tight enough to keep the snow from getting inside, adjusted her gloves and hung on to her poles with a tight grip. With her heart thumping against her chest, she pushed using her pole.
As soon as she went down, she picked up speed. Cara tucked her poles and bent forward to keep her balance. The run was somewhat easy until she reached the rough rugged terrain. She managed to make a sharp turn to avoid a tree, but ended up inside the half pipe snowboarders would most likely take. Cara breathed in and out. The pipe posed no difficulty at all as long as she stayed off the sides. But her heart sank when she saw what was ahead of her—two jumps. The one on the left looked higher than the one on the right leaving a narrow room for her to go through in the middle. She concentrated and kept her eye on the left jump. But the closer she had gotten to it, the quicker her courage depleted. And at the last moment, she decided to take the narrow passage instead. She made a turn, but the tip of her left ski caught the side of the jump.
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