by Lovell, Dani
"Cool, huh?" he says, lifting his head and looking towards the trees with me, "I want to take you somewhere today, I think you'll like it."
"Ooh, sounds intriguing."
"But it's real early, we can go back to bed for a while if you like."
"If you want to, I just woke to use the loo and felt awake, so came out to see dawn in the snow."
"I'll tell you what, buttercup, let's go out, you and I. Right now."
"Now?" I ask, "Where?"
"Just get your warm stuff on, we'll shower when we get back," he says, kissing my cheek and releasing me to head indoors.
About ten minutes later, I'm sitting on the floor of the hall, pulling on my snow boots and Luke emerges from the kitchen with two lidded, disposable cups of tea, wearing a gorgeous smile. As I stand, he hands me a cup. "Ready?"
"Yep, let's go," I reply, following him to the door. He wraps an arm around me as we descend the snowy steps. When we reach the bottom and I head towards the car, he tugs me in the opposite direction, towards the mass of pine trees.
"I would've made you coffee, but I noticed you've been taking tea a lot, so thought I should stick with that. That okay?"
I have been drinking tea, I thought it would be less of a caffeine overload for the baby, but what I'm surprised at, more than the fact that he has been thoughtful enough to make it in the first place, is that he noticed.
"Tea is great, thank you. I've gone off coffee a bit. So where are we going?"
"I thought - as you like to look at it - that we'd go for a walk around here." He points up at the balcony to his room as he talks, and I realise that we are headed to the area I look out to from his balcony, and from my bedroom window. He holds my free hand and leads me into the trees. It's still so peaceful, even from below the trees.
"This is really cool Luke, I love it out here," I say as I look up at his face, smiling.
"Good."
I take a sip of my steamy tea, and stroll along with him, wading through the deep, powdery snow. "So, what happened last night? Did you take me to bed?"
"Sure did, I got back to the living room and you were out cold in front of the fire. I tried to wake you but you were out for the count, so I carried you up to bed. You were cute, you smiled at me and put your arms around my neck. That's 'cause you love me, you know," he says as he raises a brow and takes a sip of his tea, smiling.
I laugh, "Yeah, yeah. So how did I not wake up when you undressed me?"
"You stirred a little, you really don't remember?"
"No, it's weird."
"You must have been real tired! I started undressing you, but you got fidgety when I got to your pants and you pulled them down yourself."
Blimey, even when I'm unconscious, I know what I'm doing. "Oh right. Weird. You uh... you left my socks on..."
He smiles and blushes a little, "I couldn't help myself, Princess, your legs look so freaking hot with those things on."
"I'm surprised you didn't jump me," I say with a snigger.
"Oh, come on, Tilly, I might be a bad-boy, but I'm not going to try to have sex when you're practically comatose."
"I'm sure I'd have come around." I grin, looking up at him through my lashes.
"I bet. So, forget that, how's work? We haven't really talked a whole lot, yet."
Wow, Luke getting off the subject of sex! "Work is okay, thanks, boring as always, but it pays well and I get to take my holidays, so it'll do," and I can deal with it because I'll be taking maternity leave in a few months. "How's your work?"
"It's cool. Why don't you look for something else if your job's boring? I bet there'd be a bunch of travel firms ready to snap you up."
"Thank you, Luke - but it's okay, I doubt anywhere else would give me as much annual leave as I get now, I've worked there forever so I get quite a lot."
"Sure, if you're not unhappy, it's all cool."
We continue walking through the trees together, chatting, and it's probably one of the most refreshing mornings I've had. The snow creaks under our boots, the early morning air fresh and invigorating. Our voices are gentle, respecting the sheer perfection of our peaceful environment.
"So what are we going to do today, Lukey?"
He grins, "Lukey..." he repeats, testing the word, "not very 'bad-boy' is it?" he chuckles with me, "I want to take you somewhere for lunch. It'll be good, you'll like it."
"Luke, you really don't have to take time out from snowboarding, you know. Entertaining me isn't your role here."
He comes to a halt, looking at my face. He takes my empty cup and drops it, with his, into the snow beside him. Reaching for my pockets, he pulls me towards him. "I know I don't have to Til, but I want to... I like hanging out with you, and there's shit I want to show you, starting with the main man trying to burst out of my pants right now." He wiggles his eyebrows.
I smile broadly and immediately place my gloved hand against the hard bulge in his snow trousers, "Show me then..."
He chuckles and bends to kiss me, curling one bare hand around my neck, and clutching my buttock with the other, pulling me against him. He lightly brushes his lips against mine, before licking the centre of my top lip, parting them a little; our combined breath casting warm clouds between us in the cold air. He presses a little harder, his lips moving rhythmically, invitingly.
I groan, and wrap my arms around his neck, encouraging him to move faster, harsher... dirtier." I so friggin' need this.
He squeezes my buttock hard, it hurts but it's so good and I cry out in need. A dark thrill spreads from deep within, prickles covering my skin, I want him so much, right here in the silence... no one around - but still that exciting possibility of getting caught.
He slips his hand down, in between my legs from behind, and hoists me up until I wrap my legs around him. His incredible strength is such a huge turn on. His fingers press against me and I grind into them, silently begging him to move... or rub... or stroke... grope... fondle, fucking anything! Just get me off!
"Hold on," he says as he lets go and proceeds to unzip his coat between us, he pulls it off his arms, kissing me meanwhile, and with both hands, flicks the coat out and lets it float to the snow behind us. I suppose he's hot... or something? He wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tightly, and ups the tempo with the serious pash we've got going on. I'm so ready to rip the rest of his clothes off when he pulls away and says, "Wanna wrestle, Princess?"
Before I even have time to figure out what he's talking about - let alone respond, he has pulled off some seriously acrobatic manoeuvre, flipping me, throwing me, dropping me; I've no idea, but I'm completely stunned to find myself on all fours, on top of his flattened coat, Luke pressed up against my back, kissing my neck. What the...? "Whoa..." I whisper, amazed, totally impressed, but not in the least surprised, the way he threw me about the bedroom in LA, it was only a matter of time before he did so here.
His hands make quick work of pulling my trousers and knickers down my thighs, and his cock is immediately against me, forcing its way in. I cry out, everything about this is what I love, everything about what he's doing, where we are, how dangerously sexy this is.
He grunts as he eases all the way inside me, he seems so big, so much deeper. I lift my head back, eyes firmly shut, my mouth forming the perfect 'O', and his cold hands grab my hips, hard.
"Fuck, you're so freaking hot," he cries as he pulls back and immediately sinks back in. "Jesus, baby, I'm gonna come too fast."
I moan out loud, he's not the only one. "Me too, Luke, this is so fucking good... and dangerous... talk to me..." I ask, knowing it'll make us both come faster than a speeding bullet.
"You want that, baby girl, huh? You want me to tell you how hard I am, how good it feels to pound your ass like this out in the open," he growls as he thrusts into me harder, faster, "anyone could be out here, someone could have seen us back in the yard, and decided to come join us... oh, fuck, yeah..." he growls again.
"Yeah," I cry desperately, so close already, "y
eah, uh huh, I'm gonna come, keep going... Luke..."
"Baby, I'm gonna come so hard. You want it, don't you? Out here, under the trees, your bad boy so fucking deep inside you." And that's all it takes, just two little words... 'bad'...oh yeah... 'boy'...
"Oh shit, oh god! Luke!" I cry, not too loudly, but loud enough for anyone in this woodland to hear, and the sharp spasm shoots through my body, it's so intense, so unbearably good, and so fucking long! "Oh god, yeah... yes!" I cry again, riding through it, willing it to stay with me for a few seconds more, my hands grasping at the coat beneath me.
Luke thrusts deep and hard one last time before calling my name and grunting, collapsing against my back.
I pulsate around him, still buried inside me, as he pants against my back. "God, Luke, that was fucking amazing - quick, but fucking amazing."
He laughs. "Short 'n' sweet, just like my naughty girl. You're just as bad as I am."
"I never said I wasn't, darling..."
"I think two wrongs make a right, here; you and me."
I grin, wondering what to make of that comment, but agreeing with it, anyway. We do create something special together. Well, we already have; Wriggler. Oh yeah, Wriggler, forgot about you for a minute.
Luke slowly lifts away from me and does his trousers up. I pull mine up as he lays down next to me and pats his coat, gesturing for me to follow suit. He holds out his arm and I snuggle into him, half on the snow and half on his coat, gazing up between the trees to the clear morning sky.
"Well, that was fun," I say with a smile and he turns his head to look at me, his dimples beautifully on display.
"It was, I've never had sex in the snow before, most girls wouldn't do what you just did."
"Oh really? And what is that supposed to mean?" I ask, accusatively, but lightheartedly.
Luke grins, "Just that you like the same things as I do, I get to do stuff that really turns me on, with you, and it's a lot of fun. You're different to other girls is probably what I'm getting at."
"Okay then, I'll allow that. Because I am, and I like a bit of naughty."
"I figured that the day we met, remember Nordstrom?"
I smile, remembering our first kiss, just an hour or so after we met. We all went shopping together, after Bea and Daniel unexpectedly reconnected while we ate at a noodle bar, following their first meeting on the aeroplane. Bea wanted to get some underwear from Nordstrom so we all joined her, much to her embarrassment. She ran off, determined to lose us, so I took the opportunity to flirt with the hot slice I'd just met. I already knew at this point that we'd be getting naughty later; he was just such a bad boy, so much fun and totally my type.
Anyway, after a while of picking up the tiniest scraps of lingerie to tease him with, he dragged me behind a full clothes rail and introduced me to his talented mouth. I don't think, before that experience, I had ever had a snog like it, just thinking about it makes me swoon.
I had no idea how long we were pashing behind that clothes rail for, but after a while, my naughty streak reared its very attractive head, and I subtly brushed my hand against his very erect cock, through his shorts. I remember clearly, opening my eyes as I did, and watching his reaction. His eyes shot wide open, and he smiled into the kiss briefly, before pulling away and telling me how hard he was going to fuck me later. I nearly passed out, this was a man after my very own heart.
"Of course, how could I forget that?"
"You couldn't, baby, I'm awesome."
I laugh and wrap my arm around his hard torso, I feel a sudden pang of guilt; I shouldn't be acting so casually around him, like everything is fine. He's lying here in the snow, cuddling me, laughing with me, and has absolutely no idea that I'm carrying his baby. You'll go to hell for this.
"Tilly, I hate to get all serious on your ass, but can I ask a question?"
"That was a question, but yes, you may ask another..." I say, jovially.
"I know you said it's okay, but I'm not used to boning without a raincoat, so it's kinda weird for me. Do you take birth control pills or what?"
Oh, shit. Inside, I'm tied in knots, I can't lie to him but I can't tell him the truth either, I'm not ready to give him up yet. He clearly doesn't want a baby, or he wouldn't have asked the question in the first place. Shit, shit, shit. I look anywhere but at his face and nod, I can't say the words, I don't lie with ease.
It seems to do the trick, he squeezes me and kisses my forehead. "Cool, sorry, I didn't want to question you but I've got to know the answer, you know? Now, it's all good."
I feel guilty as hell.
"It's so peaceful out here, huh?" he says staring up at the now overcast sky. I gaze at the side of his handsome face and something deepens inside me, emotionally. I want to squeeze him and tell him I'm sorry for lying, I'm sorry for keeping this from him and that I'm sorry I haven't told him how much I want him. I really want him, for Wriggler, yes, but for me, too. Could he ever give up his women and be a boyfriend and a dad? I really don't think so.
"Hmm? Oh, yes, it is. I love early mornings, before anyone else is up. Aren't you cold, Luke?" I ask, we're lying on his jacket and he doesn't even have gloves on.
He chuckles a little, "No, I'm good. Are you cold? You need warming up again?" he winks.
"Already?! How can you possibly be ready to go again?"
"When it comes to your tight little body, I'm always ready... so?"
I laugh again, "So, no. You can wait until later, lover-boy." I hear a rustle in the distance and rest up on one elbow, leaning against his chest. "Ooh, we're not going to get mauled by grizzlies are we?" I ask, half-joking, half-serious.
He smiles in amusement and brushes the hair escaping my bobble hat with his fingers, "I like your bangs, they suit your pretty face..."
"'Bangs'," I repeat with a grin, "sounds funny, we call it a fringe, but thank you, I like it, too. Now - can you answer my very pressing question?"
"No, Tilly, we're not going to get mauled by grizzlies. For starters, the bears here are black bears, but they hibernate for winter, so we can come out and fuck in the forest as often as you like." He holds one of my boobs in his hand and leans in to kiss my neck, mumbling against my skin, "Wanna head back to the house? I want to see these babies..."
~~~~~~~
At around midday, I clamber down the snowy steps again and wait for Luke to join me at the bottom to take us wherever we are going. It has been such a fun morning; after our 'session' in the snow, we walked back to the house and went at it again, in Luke's room. You couldn't get bored of 'Luke sex', no one could, he can keep you wanting all day.
I managed to have a shower on my own - somehow, he really wanted to join me but I made up some excuse about wanting to shave my legs in private, so he left me alone for a short while. It's getting more and more difficult to avoid him seeing me naked, I am going to have to tell him, before he figures it out himself.
We dress separately and meet in the hallway before heading downstairs for breakfast with Clare and Oliver. Olly is so excited about their day at Snowmass Mountain today, he's like a big kid! It's great to have a catch up with them before they go out, I wish I could spend more time with them while I'm here.
"Ready?" he asks as he skips carelessly down the steps, jumping the last few. He has no fear... kind of reminds me of who I was a few months back. Wow, how carrying a child can change so much, so quickly.
"Yep, where are we going?"
"For lunch, I told you," he says with a great big smile, winking. Those dimples seems to get deeper every time he smiles at me. "I thought we could walk there, it's not far at all, about three minutes in the car, twenty minutes walking, you good with that?"
"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea," I reply, and he throws an arm around my shoulder, guiding me out towards the road.
As we turn the corner onto the main road, Luke takes his arm from my shoulder, and reaches down to hold my hand. I look up at his face and he's already looking at me. "You're okay with holding hands, right?" he
asks.
"Yes, it's fine, why do you ask? We held hands earlier on in the woods..."
"Yeah, but we're out in public now, thought I should check."
"It doesn't bother me in the slightest, Luke, aren't you afraid it's cock-blocking you though?" I ask with a grin as I squeeze his hand.
"I'm blocking my own cock, Princess, he's all yours right now."
"I feel so privileged," I say, sarcastically, pressing my free hand to my chest. But in reality, I do feel privileged. I doubt he's blocked his own cock for anyone. Well, except that one girl that he mentioned yesterday. I wonder what happened with her...
We walk along the pavement at a steady pace, chatting and joking around as always for about fifteen minutes before he takes a left turn and shortly after, a right. After a few paces, he stops and points at a large building at the base of the mountain. "This is Ajax Mountain, or Aspen Mountain as they call it now." He gently tugs my arm and walks towards the large, brick built flight of steps. "Wait here for me, I won't be long." He kisses my hand and jogs towards some nearby offices. I look around for a restaurant, wondering where lunch is.
Only a few minutes later, Luke returns, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss, without saying a word. He lingers for a moment before pulling away and smiling a beautiful smile. "Let's go."
"Where to?" I ask, wanting to continue with the kissing.
"Up here," he points to the large glass building at the top of the steps.
As we approach, I notice the small cable cars travelling up the mountain and the sign reading; 'Silver Queen Gondola'. "Are we going up the mountain?" I ask.
"Uh huh," he responds, "that's where lunch is; up there." I immediately smile broadly, excited.
He leads me inside where the modern red and black gondolas churn through the building, passengers exiting on one side, and climbing aboard on the other.
"Hey, Luke!" A voice calls out as we wait, and Luke turns towards it.
"Matt! Hey, how's things? I haven't seen you in a long time, bro." They exchange slaps on the back and a small man-hug.
