The Matchup

by Alice Ward

  “Don’t be worried. We’ve got this.” I gave her an encouraging smile.

  “We’ve got this,” she parroted back, her voice shaking.

  I’d prove it to her, what two people could accomplish when they worked together.

  God, I was beginning to think like my mother, and I wondered what she would think of Ava.

  Time was counting down close as I helped Ava into the straps, which made me hope there were straps involved in the next challenge. In one like that, I could show her that I wasn’t going to leave her side, was learning to be in tune with what she needed.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Ava

  It wasn’t that skiing was a huge fear of mine. Every four years, when the Winter Olympics came on, grandma and grandpa had switched the channel, much to my dismay. I’d loved watching the ice skaters and skiers, but Grandpa’d had a bad skiing accident in his youth. So bad, apparently, he’d almost not recovered. Maybe I’d developed a fear of the sport by osmosis.

  Lucas was perfect though, a perfect teacher and also perfect to hold on to from behind when I lost my balance. Which I did a lot. Lucas and I were in perfect sync going down the smaller hills. In fact, it felt fantastic to hold on to his waist as he guided us down the slopes. But as soon as my fear faded, I was handed ski poles and had to use my leg muscles to stay upright. As we gained speed, it was nice to feel the cold air on my face.

  But being perched above the black diamond run wasn’t fun. It was steep, slick, and terrifying. I wondered what it felt like to hyperventilate in this altitude, because my head was suddenly all floaty, my breath short.

  Lucas must have sensed my discomfort because he put his arm around me and squeezed before stepping onto the skis. It gave me a sense of comfort I hadn’t been expecting. Still, here, at the top of the mountain, about to plunge down a slope named for something that described darkness and death, my heart was exploding out of my chest.

  I had to get a grip.

  “Now, this isn’t any different from what we’ve just done. Remember, I’ve been on this run a hundred times. All you have to do is stay on the skis and hold on to me. I know you’ve got this.” He smiled so beautifully I actually believed him.

  “Right… got it.” I held out my pole in a silent salute. Inside, I was chanting every Hindu mantra I could remember.

  I helped him ski us to the launch, wishing my feet weren’t strapped so I could climb him like a baby bear would a tree. We’d barely reached the mark when a buzzer shrieked, and without any warning, he shoved off with his poles, and we plummeted down to what I was sure was our imminent death.

  My mind went white with fear.

  The trees whizzed past us as small clouds of snow flew in our wake. It was as if we were flying, weightless almost. Cutting into a sharp turn as we sped down the mountain, I gave up using my poles and clenched my fingers in his jacket so hard my knuckles ached.

  I wished the ride would be over, wished I could close my eyes so my heart wouldn’t pound so hard. But adrenaline was pumping through my system, and part of me wanted to let go and face both the thrill and terror of this adventure.

  After a while, a kind of euphoria took over. I must’ve been flooded with so many natural chemicals, it gave me a feeling like I was floating above the Earth.

  I began to let myself move with his movements, even though we had to be flying at the speed of light. Tree branches sliced past my peripheral view as we angled in and dipped around obstacles. Most of me was numb, and it felt like we’d be soaring down the mountain at break-neck speeds for the rest of my life.

  And then, when I could see the bottom in the distance, I recognized what I was feeling. It was exhilaration. Suddenly, I loved this — never wanted it to end. Always wanted to be on these skis, working with Lucas as one.

  In seconds, it was over. We whizzed to a stop under a perfect, peaceful blue sky.

  “Yes!” Lucas shouted, twisting to shake me by the shoulders.

  “Oh thank god. Thank you, Jesus, Buddha, Santa Claus, Saint Valentine. We’re alive!” I exaggerated as I unclipped from the skis. Looking back up at the mountain we’d survived, I was in awe. It’d been fun in the end, but I was pretty sure no one could talk me into doing it again.

  After I was free from the skis, Lucas unclipped and shook the snow out of his hair. I was so excited, I hugged Lucas and kissed him right on the mouth, his lips deliciously cold from the ride. He scooped me into his arms and lengthened the kiss, gliding his tongue along mine just enough to make me want more. Then he gently set me back down.

  “So, how did you like it?” He thumped his fist on his chest, still exhilarated.

  “I didn’t need a medic!” I threw my fist into the air in triumph.

  “Ready to go again?” He handed me a water bottle that had been waiting for us at the bottom and took a sip from his own.

  “What? No! No, I don’t want to go again.” I couldn’t keep myself from looking at him like he’d gone completely batshit crazy.

  “Let’s do it again. We lagged a little in the middle. I can’t imagine our time was that great.” He put his water bottle back and picked up the skis.

  “That was slow?” I croaked with disbelief.

  “Hydrate and let’s go again.” He was like a little kid who’d just conquered his first roller coaster.

  I hesitantly drank water and prepared myself for another round.

  On the chairlift, his excitement was infectious. “I’m so proud of you, Ava. You did it. This next time will be so much easier, I promise. And since I know you’ll be okay, maybe this time I can hit some of those moguls I avoided.”

  From what I’d gathered, moguls were like snowy speedbumps whose mission in life was to rattle out your teeth or make you twist your skis into a splintered pile. Sure, let’s hit some moguls. Great.

  We hit the slope again. But this time the now familiar sickening jump of my heart from my chest into my stomach only lasted for a few hundred yards. Surprisingly, Lucas was right — I did enjoy myself more the second time. While I wouldn’t be so bold as to use the word fun, I didn’t feel like I was going to vomit, even when we bopped over the mogul. Big improvement over my initial run.

  When we skied over the finish line this time, Lucas seemed more comfortable. Maybe our time was better.

  “You’re turning into quite a ski partner,” Lucas said with a surprisingly loving look. “Trusting me to lead is making all the difference. I wouldn’t let you get hurt, or hurt you. I want you to remember that. That was pretty impressive for your first day.”

  “You’re getting at something, with the trust thing.” My insides tightened as I wondered what he had planned. I wanted to know more of what his sex life entailed, but I didn’t know how to tell him. Hey, sexy, why don’t you take me to the next level in pain slash sex? Right.

  “You ready for one last run?” His face was boyish and full of glee.

  “You’re on crack, right? You smoked some crack while I was in the bathroom this morning?” Oh hell no, I wasn’t going down black death run a third time, even if I did sort of enjoy it. I wasn’t out of my mind, and I knew that third time wasn’t always the charm. It was just pushing your luck.

  “Just one more time. Please, for me. I want to hit the big mogul, and I bet we can shave off another minute, maybe two. All you have to do this time is lean forward more, so we can go faster.”

  “Faster?!” He really thought I was going to say yes to that? So delusional.

  His enthralled eyes smiled into mine, and I found myself wishing he would always look at me like that. They reminded me of smoke covering up a fire that was always burning. Maybe I was the delusional one.

  “I know if you say yes, it’ll be for me and not for this competition. I love that about you, you’re a giver. But, I want you to enjoy this. Skiing is one of my favorite things on earth, and I want to give you one more chance to see the fun in it. So, one day when we’re skiing this slope, you can say this was the day you fell in love with�
� the sport.”

  All of a sudden this was about us? In the future? Meaning, after the competition? The ground tilted, and I felt like gravity was pressing me down and I was full of helium at the same time.

  Whoa… way too much to take in. But all of a sudden, skiing down death alley seemed a lot easier to deal with.

  “Okay, one last run. Just say something nice at my funeral.” I took a big swig of water, exaggerating my movements as if what he’d asked was monumental and I was building myself up.

  “How about I say something nice about you at dinner, instead, because I really appreciate you doing this for me.” Wow, who was this guy all of a sudden?

  On the chairlift for hopefully the last time, I decided to heed Lucas’s words. I did need to try and enjoy this. Not that I planned to ever do it again, but since this potentially was my last time — if he didn’t sweet talk me into going again — I decided to give having fun a try.

  I reached out and took Lucas’s hand. “Thanks for taking such good care of me… today and um, last night.” The freezing cold air between us heated as if it had received a high voltage charge.

  He looked guilty for a second, then winked, then we were at the top.

  Low and behold, that last run was fun. I watched the scenery whiz by, leaned in more so we got more speed. We did the big mogul, which was okay, only I was pretty sure I left my stomach behind. Not at all bad, considering.

  When we flew over the finish line this time, we were both elated. After unstrapping, I leaped at Lucas and caught him around the neck, hanging on.

  “That was our best time yet. I don’t think we could do better!” He lifted me into the air and twirled me around. “That was awesome!”

  In his arms, my body was turning into complete mush, which was incredible. Even more incredible than the “rough ride.”

  I could only hope that the challenge being announced at lunch would allow me to show him just how awesome it had been.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Lucas

  I wanted to not only win this next challenge but also make Ava feel safe, especially after last night.

  We entered the great room, where a blazing fire radiated welcome heat. We were both tired, cold, and wet. I helped Ava out of her ski suit, as much to work on strengthening the connection forming between us as to get to touch her. This was such new territory for me though, I had to take baby steps.

  Lucy, standing near the hearth, called for our attention after Mason and Isabella walked in, snow covered and happy. They looked like they were having fun, maybe even too much fun.

  “Alright everyone, before we let you loose for your lunch, I have a few announcements.” She pulled out a pair of bedazzled reading classes and a paper from the pocket of her cashmere sweater. “The ski challenge winners are available now, since the timings are the only basis for a win. Both teams made the run in under ten minutes with Lucas’s team clocking in at nine minutes forty-eight seconds and Mason’s team coming in at nine minutes and forty-three seconds, making Mason and Isabella the winners of this challenge. Congratulations, Mason and Isabella, on your first win.”

  I felt like I’d been slapped in the face. That challenge had been so much fun, and Ava had conquered her fear of the slopes. I doubled my determination that Ava and I would win the next one.

  “First, your next challenge, the sixth challenge, will be similar to the first night you were here. As soon as you’ve finished your lunch, you’ll go back to your quarters and have a nice hot bath. That’s it, just a bath. Make of it what you will.” Her voice held a note of snarky seductiveness as she waggled her perfectly drawn on eyebrows. “The only rule we’ll employ during this time-honored bathing ritual is that you may not fornicate in the traditional way.” Lucy made a circle with her fingers on one hand and pumped the forefinger from her other hand in the circle, simulating the act like a twelve-year-old boy.

  Mason and I groaned at the same time. Sometimes my uncle and his posse could be a bit much.

  “As soon as you’ve completed your sexy bath, you’ll get the rules for this evening’s challenge.” She gave us a sly smile. “Enjoy your lunch.” Lucy joined my uncle at a table in the back of the room.

  It was wonderful to eat a well-earned meal and be warmed with a hot toddy. Ava chose a hot spiced chocolate that smelled like pure sin. By the time we were done with lunch, I was practically fuzzy with warmth and good food.

  “Have you ever tried the Dom?” I held up the bottle of Uncle’s favorite drink that I’d pilfered from the kitchen to Ava as we rode the elevator up to our suite.

  “Are you speaking of the champagne or referring to yourself?”

  When my eyebrows shot up, she punched my arm. I knew she was being sarcastic, but I liked that she wanted to keep it fun. I loved how she usually kept things lighthearted.

  As soon as we got to our room, Ava and I checked out the bathroom. The bathtub had been ringed with candles, and there was the scent of something sultry in the air.

  “Oh, that looks amazing.” Her voice was hushed, almost reverent. Her muscles were probably screaming from all that work on the slopes. “You coming in?” She stripped out of her clothes and piled them on the chair.

  The scent of Patchouli and lavender got stronger the closer I moved to the tub. It was like I’d walked into a hippie enclave.

  I coughed as I stripped. “They may have overdone the bath oil.”

  “The scents are supposed to fire up the love organs.”

  At her words, my cock suddenly leaped into an almost painful arousal. That and the sight of Ava’s perfectly beautiful body as she stepped into the hot water had me heating up. Great, another few hours where I’m forbidden to have sex. I haven’t had this many boners since I hit puberty.

  “I’ll warn you, it’s working.” I opted for playful versus dominant. With other women, I would’ve said something along the lines of my cock was angry, and they would be punished if they didn’t make him happy.

  At my words, Ava’s eyes fell to my hard member, and her tongue flicked out and over her lips, making my dick jump in response. “No fornication, remember?” She shrugged with a disappointed look as her beautiful tits disappeared beneath the hazy water. Wafts of steam swirled up around her. I didn’t think it was humanly possible, but she looked even more incredible basking in the water, framed in fog and candlelight.

  I climbed over the edge of the tub into the hot water, my erect cock about at her eye level. Its head glistened. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the water, her hair wet at the ends and sticking to her neck. I wanted to taste her, run my tongue—

  “What do you think they define as ‘fornication’ exactly?” she asked innocently as I sank into the water and she slid around behind me, kneeling, draping her arms over my shoulders and locking her hands together at my chest.

  I could feel her wet breasts on my back, her pussy at my ass crack.

  “Fornication is sexual intercourse.” I gulped, hope filling me, as her hand crept lazily downward to my stomach, my abs tensing at her touch.

  “So, I can wash you?” she cooed into my ear as her other hand, clenching a bar of soap, stroked down my thigh.

  My breathing was heavy, my body so full of need — my cock hadn’t ached so much in my life. When I was in this kind of state of arousal, I’d call one of my subs and demand she be at my feet naked, then I’d shove my cock in her mouth, fuck her until I alleviated the pain. Domination made my orgasms so much more intense.

  This, though, what Ava was doing, this was torture. She needed to be shackled, needed to be punished for taking such liberties. My subs would never have—

  Her soaped up hand was slippery as it coursed down my cock and pumped with a sensuous speed. She stayed behind me, I knew so I wasn’t tempted to touch her or pick her up, toss her over the side of the tub, and ram the fuck right into her.

  She knew my tendencies already, which was disturbing. She stayed focused on simply washing me with a washcloth with one hand,
massaging muscles I didn’t know were sore until she started working on them, and stroking my cock with the other hand.

  I’d never done this, let the woman have her way. When I thought of it that way, I tensed, ready to put a stop to it.

  “Your muscles are so hard, tense.” With her words, her hand slid lower, and she squeezed my balls gently.

  My head fell back, and I let myself fall into the feeling of being worshipped. “Definitely hard.”

  She massaged my neck, my shoulder, down my arm, the muscles in my back. When her fingers dove into the hair at the nape of my neck, and she softly commanded, “Stand up,” I barely even registered that she’d given me an order, and didn’t care.

  As water dripped from my heated body, she stayed behind me and washed my ass. Then, oh my god, she took the cloth and worked it between my legs, rubbing the soft cloth over my ball sack from behind.

  Her hand then slithered around the front of me and washed my torso to the line of my pubic hair, then my legs to the apex of my groin. Fuck. All the time she was doing this, her breasts and their erect nipples grazed my back over and over again. It was too much to bear. Her skin on mine, both of her hands surrounding my cock now. Pumping. Making heat fill me. The room disappearing. Everything but her and my heavy breaths, my engorged cock.

  I felt a tingle in my gut, a hard, tickling ache as my cock danced on its own in her hands. I was so hard, so aroused that dribbles of pre-cum slid down the shaft. A few more touches and… I’d…

  My lungs seized as the orgasm hit me so fast, I couldn’t have stopped it. I came, hard bolts of cum shooting out of me and hitting the water. “Ahhhh… ghhh,” I cried out as she continued to pump my dick, and I unloaded more into the water.

  When I was finished, she laughed softly behind me as she moved around to face me, her face glowing with heat.

  “Now, it’s your turn to wash me,” she said, handing me the cloth.

  I was so spent, I couldn’t do more than wash her gently, I guessed almost lovingly. When I finished washing her body, we got out of the bath happy and warmed to our cores.