by Jenna Reed
Shit! Did we? No. No! I would definitely remember that. Right?
I drop the blanket to the floor and lower my hand between my thighs. I’m not sore, I don’t feel like we had sex, unless it was super gentle. Sucking in a deep breath, I try to calm myself. When I collect myself enough, I brush my teeth and take a quick shower. By the time I’m done and step back into the room wrapped in a large fluffy towel, Jonas is sitting on the bed completely dressed.
“We did not have sex,” he says. “When we came back to the room, you started taking off your clothes and asked me to cuddle with you.”
“I was drunk,” I say in my defense. I don’t question him at all because, in fact, I do like to cuddle when I’m drunk.
“So was I, nevertheless, I enjoyed it, and you seemed like you enjoyed it as well. You were like a little kitten rubbing yourself all over me—”
“Okay, stop, I get it,” I cut him off, holding my finger right in front of his lips. “This won’t happen again.”
Disappointment flashes across his face, but he nods anyway.
“I’m going to get some breakfast or better lunch,” he says, looking at his watch. “Meet you downstairs?”
“Yes, I’ll just get dressed, and then I’ll be down.” I watch him leave the room, clutching on to my towel a little tighter. I don’t know why I’m feeling so down all of a sudden, almost like I just broke up with someone. Must be the hangover messing with my head.
The next day, we all get up early to go tubing, and by early, I mean nine o’clock. We’re on vacation, after all.
“Is that what you are wearing?” I ask Darla on the way out.
“Yes, what’s wrong with my outfit?” She sounds seriously confused.
“You are wearing skinny jeans.” I look around at everybody else. All of us are wearing snow pants, thick jackets, and boots. The stuff I’m wearing is a tad big on me and completely mismatched colors, but at least I know I’m going to be warm.
Darla looks like she just stepped out of a winter edition fashion magazine. Her white fur boots are paired with a matching jacket, light pink gloves, and a fluffy scarf, even the earmuffs match. Her pale blue jeans are so skinny, I doubt she’ll be able to sit down without showing her ass crack.
“Didn’t you see the pants I laid out for you, dear?” My mom asks from behind me.
“Yeah, but they really didn’t look good on me,” Darla explains, not really caring. I roll my eyes so hard it hurts. We’ll see how much she cares about how she looks when her jeans are soaked, and she is freezing her ass off.
Dad has already blown up the tubes with the air compressor out in the shed. He hands each of us one of the rings, and we all get ready to walk up the hill. “Have fun, kids, I’m going to take your mom and nana to town for groceries.”
“Okay, bye, guys,” I wave as they all pile into the car. “And bring me some more marshmallows for the hot chocolate, please.” I grin, and my mom gives me a look that says as if I’d forget your marshmallows.
“How far is this?” Darla asks in a whiny voice. Of course, she starts complaining before we’ve even started.
“It’s a five-minute walk up the hill, then we’ll come back out right here,” Laura explains, pointing to the clearing next to the cabin.
“Ugh, five minutes? That seems so far,” Darla groans again. Instead of standing there, listening to her whine, I keep walking with my tube in tow. She is not going to ruin my day, neither is Jonas. I’m staying away from both of them. I’ve always loved tubing, and I’m glad it snowed enough for us to go now.
I basically run up the hill, leaving the rest of my family behind. Four and a half minutes later, I’m standing at the top of our makeshift tubing track. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve raced my sister down this hill, each time more fun than the last. We even built a little ramp, a few years back. I wonder if it’s still in place or if nature wiped it out over time. I guess only one way to find out.
Just then, I hear voices carrying up the small path I just climbed up, I get onto my tube and use my hands to push off. As I start picking up speed, the icy wind blows through my hair. I can’t stop myself from smiling as I start to forget the world around me.
Everything about this takes me back to a time when I had no worries, and I was just a kid that didn’t have to think about boys, work, or how to get a new car. The world whooshes past me as I fly down the hill, my smile never falling.
About halfway down, I spot it. The ramp Laura and I built. Using the handles on the side of the tube, I steer to the right, heading straight for the ramp.
When I’m about five feet away, I notice that half of the ramp is sunk in, and there is no way I’m going to make it over it in one piece. It’s too late though. I am too close and going too fast to do anything about it, let alone stop. All I can do is go with it and hope for the best.
Gritting my teeth, I hit the ramp at full speed, but instead of jumping up and back onto the track, I’m flying left and into a tree. I’m thrown from my tube, my foot catching on the tree trunk. A string of curse words leave my mouth before my body even registers the pain.
Well, at least it wasn’t my head that hit the tree.
I lay in the snow and assess my situation. Trying to move my foot, I quickly realize that my ankle hurts like hell, and I don’t know if I can walk down this stupid hill. Ugh, couldn’t I have fallen after a day of fun? Did it really have to be on my first time down the hill?
Of course, it had to be, because the universe hates me!
Leaving my tube behind, I crawl up to the track just as Darla, Laura, and Jake zoom by me. I wave my arms, trying to get their attention.
“Hey! Guys!” I yell, but Darla is screaming so loud the entire way down that they can’t hear me. Great, just great.
I punch the snow below me, frustration burning through my veins. When I catch someone else coming down the hill, I start to wave my arms once more. I don’t care that it’s the one person I had planned to stay away from.
“Jonas!” I yell at the top of my lungs.
Immediately, his head snaps in my direction. As soon as he spots me, he digs his heels into the snow, his tube slowing down. When he comes to a stop, he gets off and walks over to me.
“You okay? Did you fall?” He seems genuinely concerned, so instead of giving him a snarky remark like no everything is fine, I’m just chillin’ out here, I just nod yes.
“I tried to jump that stupid ramp, and it catapulted me into this stupid tree, and then I twisted my stupid ankle.”
“Wow, that’s a lot of stupids,” he points out, a tiny grin on his stupidly handsome lips. “Here, let me look at it.”
Kneeling down, he tries to loosen my boot. It hurts so much I almost kick him with my other leg out of reflex.
“Maybe don’t take the boot off right now,” I growl, slapping his hands away.
“Hate to say it, but your tubing days are over. We can go back to the cabin to look at it. Maybe after we get some Advil in you. Can you manage to walk?”
Shrugging, I say, “I don’t know. I’ll try.”
“Come on, I’ll help you,” he offers while looping his arm behind my back and pulling me up. I put all my weight on my good leg first and try to transfer some onto my bad one but stop right away when the pain gets to be too much.
“I don’t think walking is going to happen. Maybe you can put me on the tube and push me down slowly?”
“And how the hell are you going to stop with only one leg? You want to run into another tree and hurt your other ankle?”
Ugh, he has a point there.
“I guess you can just leave me here for now. Maybe have my dad come with the four-wheeler when he gets back from town.”
Jonas gives me a look that says over my dead body.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m gonna give you a piggyback ride down the hill.”
“Piggyback ride? What are we, five? The last time you gave me one, you dropped me on my ass, and I had a bruised tailbone for
weeks.
“Don’t be dramatic. Come on,” Jonas turns around and bends his knees for me to climb on his back. He can’t be serious right now? “Let’s go, princess, my feet are getting cold standing here.” Rolling my eyes and gritting my teeth at the same time, I climb onto his back. He wraps his arms under my legs, and we start down the hill.
“If you drop me, I will kill you,” I yell over the howling wind.
“You can try, baby, you can try…” he replies, hiking me up his back with a tiny lift that gets my heart pounding and my insides tingling.
8
Jonas
With every step I take down the snowy hill, her body bounces on my back a little. I can feel the heat of her body seeping into my own. Her pussy is so close but yet so far away. Shit. She’s hurt, I shouldn’t be thinking about screwing her.
Shaking my head, I finish my descent down the hill and make it to the cabin in record time. Hannah doesn’t say anything until we reach the house, and I take her into the living room, setting her down on the couch.
“Thank you,” she says, tugging at her jacket.
“Of course, and let me help you.” I grab her hands and move them out of the way. Unzipping the jacket, I help her out of it and then start on her snow pants. When I’ve got them unzipped and pushed halfway down, I move to her boots.
“Ugh, why do I feel like I’m going to hate this part?”
Pulling the boot off her un-injured foot, I toss it over my shoulder. It lands loudly. Very gently, I reach for her hurt ankle.
“Please, if you’re going to slug me, try to hit my chin. I don’t want to have to explain a black eye when I get back to work.”
“Sure, I’ll see what I can do,” she grunts, speaking through her teeth. Her jaw clenches and her hands ball into tiny fists when I undo the boot.
“This part might hurt a little, but I promise to make it all better afterward,” I tease, attempting to ease the tension.
“Just pull the damn boot off.”
Without giving her a warning, I tug on the boot. Of course, her other foot comes ups and collides with my forehead, sending me backward and onto my ass.
Fuck.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Jonas.” She moves into a sitting position and reaches for me. Even with an injured ankle, she’s worried about me. Grabbing onto my head, she tugs me toward her, her fingers pressing against my forehead over the spot she just kicked.
She inspects it, while I inspect her face, my eyes glued to her beautiful pink lips. Since the night we kissed, I’ve wondered when the next time would be that we’d kiss again. As if she can sense me staring, her eyes drop to mine, then move over my face.
My heart pounds in my chest, and everything tells me to kiss her, but my need to make sure she’s okay overrides my need to kiss her in that moment, and I pull back. She releases me like I’m a hot pan, and as gently as I can, I lift her foot and push back the leggings she was wearing underneath the snow pants. Her ankle comes into view, and from what I can see, it’s swollen and most likely going to be bruised.
“I’m not a doctor, but I’m pretty sure it’s a sprain,” I tell her.
“Will I ever walk again?” She gasps dramatically, making me smile. Her sense of humor is out of this world, and her body, and lips, and Jesus… I need to go in the other room before I maul her alive.
“Yes, yes, you will. Let me get you some Advil, water, and then I’ll carry you up to the bedroom so you can rest.”
Disappearing into the kitchen, I take my time getting both things and also take off my outside gear. When I come back into the living room, I give her the meds and a bottle of water. She takes them both, and I turn, giving her my back while I kneel on the floor in front of her.
A second later, she climbs on, and I lift her, being careful not to bump her ankle as I bring her legs around the front of my body.
“I’m sorry about your forehead. I really didn’t mean to kick you.” She leans forward and whispers into my ear. My stomach twists into a nervous knot.
“You can kiss it all better if you want?”
“You wish,” she giggles.
We make it into the bedroom without a hitch, but as I turn to deposit her on the bed, I misjudge the space I have and end up smacking her head on the bunk bed.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I apologize.
“We’re a mess,” she laughs, and this time when I let her go, she lands softly against the mattress. I take a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Now we’ve both got head injuries.” I tap my forehead.
Hannah shakes her head, her eyes are bright as she looks up at me, licking her lips as if she’s hungry.
“Will you… will you stay?” she asks, and I swallow thickly. I should say no because I can feel the spark between us, and it’s going to start a forest fire if I stay. But when I look into her pleading eyes, I don’t find the strength to say no to her.
“I mean, yeah, but what do you want to do?”
“This…” she whispers before pouncing. Like a tiny kitten, she lunges forward and wraps her arms around my neck, tugging me forward and on her body. I barely catch myself as I land on top of her. With one hand on the back of my head, she is kissing me with so much urgency and need that I can feel what she’s feeling the moment her lips touch mine.
She’s like the rain after a drought, like a glass of water to a man who hasn’t tasted water in years, and I’m going to consume her, drink up every last drop.
Moving a hand into her hair, I deepen the kiss, needing more of her, wanting everything she is willing to give. Her hands become adventurous and move underneath my shirt, tracing the hard plains of my muscles. I revel in the feeling of her fingers on my skin, and peel off my shirt wanting her to touch every inch of me.
“I want you,” she pants into my mouth, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret this,” I whisper against her lips, tracing them with my own.
“Please,” she pleads, and I know I’m already too far gone to say no. Without blinking, I make quick work of our clothing, taking care not to hurt her ankle any more than it already is.
Once we’re both naked, I take one single second to look at her perfect body. Tiny waist, plump hips, and tits that are full, with little pink nipples. I want to suck them, to taste every inch of her flesh, and I will, eventually, but not right now.
“Get over here and fuck me,” she orders, and all I can do is grin.
“So bossy,” I kneel on the bed and spread her thighs apart, admiring the glistening of her folds, that tells me she’s already swollen and ready for me. I’ve wanted this since I was a teenager, to make love to her, to make her mine.
“Always, you should know that by now.” She takes her bottom lip between her teeth, and I swear, I almost come then. She looks so fucking sexy. Fisting myself, I give myself a couple strokes, realizing quickly that I’m missing something.
“Shit, I don’t have a condom. I didn’t expect to have sex while up here. So… I can pull out though,” I move over her body, my lips finding one of her hardened nipples. Swirling my tongue around the bud, she sighs and arches her back, pressing her breasts into my face.
“I’m on birth control and clean. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Unless, of course, you have some STD you know about. Do you?”
Releasing her tit with a pop, I knead the other breast, pinching her nipple between two fingers. “No, I do not have an STD, and of course, I want to come inside of you…” I let a hand roam over her body, down her belly, and to her mound. At the touch of my fingers against her folds, she spreads her legs wider, beckoning me closer as if she can’t get enough of me.
“Jonas,” she whines, her eyelashes fluttering. All I can do is smile while slowly sliding my fingers down between her wet folds. With two fingers, I enter her, stretching her tight entrance. Fuck, she’s so perfect. I can’t wait to claim her.
“Patience, sweet cheeks. I’ve got to make sure
you’re ready for me.” Pumping in and out of her a couple times, I lick my lips, imagining what she will taste like on my tongue.
“Jonas, please. I-I need you.” She pleads, and this time my resolve snaps. Withdrawing my fingers, I climb back up to her, spread her legs, and center my length at her entrance. Staring into her eyes, I enter her slowly, so slowly, I clench my jaw and pray to fucking God that I don’t come right this second.
“Oh, god, it feels so good.” She gasps, her eyes falling closed.
“Open up, beautiful. I want to see your face. I want to look into your eyes and see how much you enjoy this.” And I do just that. As soon as her eyes open again, I start moving, pistoning my hips, thrusting deep, filling her tight channel with hard strokes. At the end of each stroke, I swivel my hips and watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head. I must be grazing her g-spot. Fount it.
“Jonas… I’m… shit…” She whimpers, biting my shoulder, probably to stop herself from screaming. Her thighs quiver, and I feel a flutter within her depths. My own pleasure is building, tugging me closer to the cliff’s edge.
“Come, come for me…” I growl into the crook of her neck while nipping at her throat. Like a rocket, she goes off, her walls clamp down on me, making it hard to move, but I continue to thrust, my own release just on the horizon.
One stroke. Two strokes. Three strokes. “Fuck, I’m coming…” I hiss, and like a volcanic eruption, I explode. I feel like my heart is about to beat out of my chest. My entire body vibrates as I fill her tight channel with every single drop of anger, frustration, want, and need that have accumulated over the years. This is what it’s come down to.
Raising my head, I look into her eyes. Fuck me, I love that look on her. Flushed cheeks, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hair is a mess, her lips are plump and slightly parted. She looks thoroughly fucked, but more than that, she looks happy, peaceful, and content.
Right then, I realize something crucial, I want this moment to happen again, and again. Opening my mouth, I go to tell her exactly what I’m thinking, but before a single word comes out, I’m interrupted.
