by Amanda Rose
"Fuck Scar." He groaned as he plunged into me, trembling as he came – the hot cum poured into me.
"Junho." I cried, cumming over his cock, before he collapsed on top of me, breathless. He lifted himself up, pulling out of me before falling to the side as we continued to pant.
"Fuck." I cursed, biting my lip as a wave of pleasure vibrated through me. My body relaxed as I tried to catch my breath. Junho pulled me into an embrace, positioning me to lie on his chest as he cradled me.
"Scar, you okay. I pushed you a bit more than usual." He whispered, kissing me gently on my cheek. I struggled to lift my head, attempting to give him a smile.
"Totally, fine." I replied through pants.
Our previous love making sessions weren’t as wild as this one – usually slow and sensual compared to this.
"I think you should rest a bit." He confessed, giving me a weak smile.
"Hmm. Okay. Wait are we allowed to just sleep in here?" I mumbled; my eyes grew heavy as I rested my chin against his broad, muscled chest, staring up into those alluring eyes I adored.
"Yes, baby. I said we'd take our time." He smiled.
"Hmm. That was amazing." I turned my head to rest, as my eyes closed.
"You’re amazing Scarlet. I love hearing you moan."
He relaxed; his breathing slowed. I had begun to fall asleep when something came to my mind.
"Junho."
"Yes, love?"
"Did you press the button?"
"Button?"
"The soundproof button."
"..."
"You didn't..."
"Nope."
I groaned; my body too tired to be embarrassed as he chuckled.
"I guess you can check, fucking in a soundproof change room off your list."
"Ya but scratch the soundproof."
CHAPTER FIVE
DECEMBER 22, 5032
"It was embarrassing."
"But you enjoyed it."
"Yes, but you know the look the attendant gave me when Junho bought every color available in that lingerie set before the other stuff she recommended. I swear he spent at least ten thousand dollars on lingerie! Before the other clothing, jewellery and stuff he bought me." I whined.
"Sweetheart, that's just how Junho is. He loves a little mischief once in a while. He's not as direct like Jaxson, who'd probably fuck you in public if you guys wouldn't get arrested." Michael laughed as he turned the steering wheel with his left hand. His free hand was in mine, laying comfortable on my lap while my head relaxed against his shoulder.
We're headed to an exclusive ski resort; Michael wanted to enjoy some time with me before the others arrived. We would enjoy the afternoon together, and then, Michael and I would drive back so I could get enough sleep before the Galleria tomorrow.
I wore woolly leggings – the multiple Christmas patterns filled with white, green and red made my legs look like a portable Christmas stocking. I wore a knitted dark red, V-neck sweater matched with a thick, Burberry scarf that Michael had brought to our date.
Topped off with my Sorel boots which were the same yellow and light brown as my scarf, I looked Christmas trendy. My hair was gaining its natural curls back which was fine by me. We would be sliding down the slopes until this afternoon, and considering I would definitely take a few spills while out there, I'd rather my hair stay its natural way.
I'd been scheduled for a head to toe glamour session and wardrobe courtesy of the Galleria event team, so I wasn't worried about such matters.
I looked up to Michael, his concentration focused on the road as we continued our drive, only ten minutes before we reached the resort.
He wore a white sweater, with Fairy Claus in gold cursive lettering and gold snowflakes fluttering down the bottom half of the knitted material, along with black jeans and Timberlands.
His black Ray Bans relaxed on his face, hiding those gold eyes I adored.
"True but the look on the attendant’s face, ugh. She winked at me! I'm not going back to that mall for a year." I declared. He gave me a quick glance; his eyebrow raised. I let out a melodramatic sigh.
"Fine. One month but still. My feelings of embarrassment are valid." I concluded.
"I know, Sweetheart. Now stop worrying. We're going to have lots of fun today." He squeezed my hand in reassurance.
I leaned back before looking at him.
"Are you going to wear your contacts?"
"Why? Or is it because you have a little obsession with my one of a kind eye color."
"No. Maybe I just like reading your expression." I argued.
"Which gives me the impression you just want to stare at my eyes and give me that cute as fuck smile you get whenever you're captivated by something." He commented as he turned off the main road onto a trail – DREAM LOVING SKI RESORT displayed on the side of the road.
"I don't give a cute as fuck smile. I won't deny that your eyes are gorgeous, and I like staring at them." I admitted, looking out the window.
"I'll wear my contacts just for the morning activities seeing as some of my annoying acquaintances may be around. In the evening, I'll make sure to remove them, so you can stare at my gold eyes as much as you want. How does that sound?"
“That sounds delightful.” I whispered, retuning my gaze and leaning to the side, kissing his neck. He moaned.
“Sweetheart, I’m driving.” I giggled.
“Multitask.” I whispered, giving him another kiss, sucking at his skin before biting gently. He groaned.
“Scar.” He warned. I smiled against his skin, giving one more love bite before pulling away.
“Fine. I’ll behave.”
“Good, or I’ll pull over and fuck you nice and slow.” He threatened. I smirked turning to stare at him.
“Love, that isn’t a threat.” I pointed out. He took a quick glance at me, a devilish smirk on his face.
“I’ll pull over and fuck you nice and slow, on the hood of the car for all passersby to see.”
“Well played. Still tempting.” He chuckled.
“Do you want frost bite?”
I frowned. Didn’t think of that.
“How long would we be out?”
“I did say agonizingly slow.”
“Fine, fine.” I mumbled, crossing my arms as I let out a huff. No winter sex on top of the hood of his car.
“Oh Scar, what am I gonna do with you?” He shook his head, as he turned into an empty parking spot.
I unbuckled my seat belt, ready to open the door, when Michael tugged at my hand that was still in his. I turned to face him – the same moment his lips crashed against mine. I moaned into his mouth.
It took us awhile before we finally pulled away – breathless.
“Trust me Scar. I’d fuck you anywhere, as long as you don’t get frostbite, burned or arrested. Can’t be an investigator with a charge for indecent exposure. Now, let’s go get settled and hit the slops.”
"Snowboarding isn't a hard sport."
"Sweetheart. I don't think you should be going on this slope. This is advanced level."
I pulled off my Capix Vantage goggles to give him a smug smile.
"Honey, it's just a few little lumps of fake snow. It's not hard."
"Fake snow? Regardless whether it's fake or real it hurts when you crash into it and its cold." He lifted his goggles.
I frowned at his brown contacts.
"Brown is so not your colour Michael." I shook my head in disappointment. He laughed.
"I know but let's be real, I look like a normal individual, don't I?" He questioned.
"You still look too attractive to be ranked normal. All I need to do is give you a cup of hot chocolate and station you near the entrance as a salesman. I can guarantee the hot chocolate would sell out due to the flock of estrogen wanting to get an opportunity to talk to you.”
"I guess then you'll be stopping traffic on these slopes with your sexiness." He praised.
"The four guys who crashed into the stationed skie
s weren't my doing." I pointed out.
"Oh really? It seemed that they were pretty distracted by this amazing white and neon jumpsuit that makes your body look scrumptious, especially that ass we’re all obsessed about. Add in your stunning straight hair and vibrant red lips, you’re hot enough to cause collisions. I'm surprised no one crashed into the lounge yet."
I blushed, quickly putting my goggles back on.
"Okay, I got it."
"Aww, Scar are you embarrassed."
"No, I'm not."
"I love complimenting you. All I have to say is they're lucky they don't get to see those beautiful blue-green eyes of yours, or you'd be giving people heart attacks."
"Wah, you're making me blush. There's a catch to this isn't there. Don't tell me you need me for some type of assignment? Or is this the thanks for saving your ass last time, when you fell into the river."
I could see the shivers run down his spine.
"Water is evil."
"You are the only person who thinks that way." I argued.
"My brother hates water too. So that's two against the world. I think we're on a roll."
I laughed. His younger brother Daniel was coming down with Marcus, Kai, and the others. Marcus said he was going to bring his girlfriend, Makoto. I was excited to meet them after Christmas.
We reached the top of the Black Diamond slopes, hopping off the lift as we made our way to the starting point.
I pulled my hair into a ponytail before fixing my goggles to properly fit on my face. The boys hadn't seen how competitive I could be. They always assumed I just talked the talk, but they didn't know how well I walked the walk in my four-inch heels.
"You have your Go-Pro on?" I asked, turning my body to face him as I steadied myself.
"Yup. Say hello."
I waved before taking off my fingerless, neon pink gloves and replacing them with my thick winter gloves. I'd need them just in case I took a fall.
"You ready honey? I'll be a tad ahead but call out to me if you need me." Michael whispered, sliding to my side before reaching out to pull me into a kiss.
"You’re recording." I giggled.
"Shh, I'm trying to make the other guys jealous." He joked.
"They can hear you, haha."
I readied myself, moving ahead before looking over my shoulder.
"By the way, I'm lighter than you so don't be surprised if I leave you in the dust."
"Wha–"
I didn't let him finish before I pushed off, securing my feet onto my pink and white snowboard as I began my descent down the Black Diamond.
"Fuck! Scar that's cheating." I heard him call out, the laugh bubbled out of me as I picked up speed.
I loved snowboarding and the exhilarating feeling it gave me. From the chilly wind in my face that threw my hair everywhere, to the feeling of freedom as my body became nothing speeding down the hill was just magical.
I noticed the upcoming slopes, a smile crawled across my lips as the excitement and thrill began to rise within me. I noticed Michael was behind me as well as three other people.
I could hear their loud shouts – their words of "No way she's not going to make those," piqued my interest and ignited the competitor in me.
I guess the five-year, platinum snowboard champion in the female division would have to take over.
I took a deep breath as I changed my mindset; my eyes focused on which slopes I'd tackle. I didn't need to anticipate what flips or moves I'd do once up in the air. I left that to my body to decide.
I reached the first slope, soaring in the air as I squatted down, holding my board as I turned my body in a triple turn, landing perfectly on the ground before I reached the second slope, doing a flip, followed by another and another.
Slope after slope, I continued my multiple flips, swirls, and tricks as my speed got faster. I heard cheers from the people on the lift to the other snowboards making their way down the difficult slope.
I finally approached the end; my body pumped with adrenaline as I hit the final slope, doing a turn and backflip before landing safely, lowering my body as I began to lean to one side, slowing my speed dramatically – finally coming to a stop right at the starting line in front of the lounge.
I heard a group of cheers as I rose to my feet, pulling my goggles to the top of my head as I looked back to see Michael sliding to a stop a few feet ahead; a big fat smile on his face as he pulled his goggles to rest on his neck as he detached his feet.
He picked up his board, walking towards me.
"Well shit. What was that?" He questioned with his pride-filled expression.
"Um. That was the competitive Scarlet. I guess I forgot to mention I'm a platinum ranked snowboarder in the women’s division for five years now. Cece took me once for fun and I nailed it. Been doing the competition every year since." I laughed at his gaped expression; the shock crept into his face as he blinked.
"Aww, did someone think he'd have to keep an eye on me." I coaxed before my hands landed on his shoulders. He placed his hands on my hips as he looked down at me.
"No. I wanted to be the cool one and show how awesome my skills are but then you outdid me and stole the show. I guess I should take the hot chocolate salesmen offer." He replied, his eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
I leaned up, unable to stop the urge to kiss him. I always had the best times with Michael when it came to sports. I also enjoyed how lively and open he was when we played sports, compared to his quiet composed persona he gave at work and to people he didn't like.
"If it isn't Michael Moore. I didn't know you had a girlfriend. Especially one who can ride the slopes like she owns them. I wonder what else she can ride?"
We pulled a part – Michael’s bright smile dimmed to a stoic expression as he turned to face the three men who were behind us.
The leader who made the rude comment stepped forward, the other two unattractive males backed him up with smug smiles.
"Dereck Steel. Long time, no see. I kinda wish it was longer. Yes, this is my girlfriend Scar and she has her hands full. I don't think she'd want to ride anything that isn't longer than four inches. Which last time I remember, you fall into that category, right?"
He blushed as the other two began to snicker. He turned his head to growl at them, before they finally stopped, composing themselves.
"Aww that's disappointing and as Michael said, I have enough on my plate."
Only met these douches for three seconds and I already hated their attitude. They didn't know who they were messing with.
"I guess you’re his slut then?" He snarled back.
I watched Michael’s body still; the anger growing in him became palpable. I smiled before taking a protective step forward, pressing my back against Michael.
"At least this slut gets more action then you do. You shouldn't hate on a girl who has more than one choice when you can't even get a call back." I proposed, the other two boys burst into laughter as Derek's face grew red.
"Why you –"
"Scarlet baby. There you are."
My eyes widened, ready to turn around when Michael backed away, a pair of arms wrapped around me. I looked up to a pair of amber eyes.
"Jaxson?" I beamed as I stared up at his devilish smile. He lowered his head, giving me a passionate kiss. I could hear the two boys who were laughing gasp.
I pulled away before I felt someone next to me. I turned to see Junho who winked at me.
"Hey, beautiful. Missed you." He greeted me as his hand brushed against my cheek, and he held my head in place as he kissed me.
By the time I pulled away, I was breathless and dizzy. He held my right hand as Michael's hand slipped in my left.
"If it isn't Derek. What are you doing here? Trying to steal our girl? Sorry, but she's taken. We don't like sharing with outsiders." Junho acknowledged.
"Did you tell him she doesn't like anything that's only four inches?" Jaxson asked Michael, who chuckled before nodding.
"I told him, yet
he didn't believe me. Scar is not a four-inch gal. She loves above average. It's good to have a girl with high expectations. Narrows down the competition." Michael replied.
I turned my attention back to Dereck – giving my best innocent smile as I blinked my eyes.
"Aren't my group of men awesome. Such a turn on. C'mon boys. I think hot chocolate and marshmallows sound good." I encouraged as I turned my back on the three stooges.
"As long as it involves whip cream." Michael replied.
"Lots of whip cream." Junho agreed.
"That I can lick off." Jaxson noted.
We all laughed as we made our way to the lounge. I think we showed Dereck not to mess with us. We weren't just any group of brains, money, and talent. We had a butt load of savageness, pettiness and could put anyone in their place if they were dumb enough to try us.
I loved my men.
CHAPTER SIX
"Is that one of the lingerie sets Junho bought?"
I turned my head from the fireplace; my eyes landed on my Michael's bare chest - his multiple swirling tattoos looked immaculate as the light from the flames flickered against his pale skin.
I smiled up at him as I sat up straight, adjusting my crossed leg position before picking up my hot chocolate that rested in the middle.
I wore his oversized t-shirt, unable to resist the urge of snagging it out of his luggage, while he showered after our snowboard session. We'd spent all morning and the beginning of the afternoon skiing before Michael had suggested snowboarding – unaware of my past experience.
The boys then spent the afternoon reviewing the footage of my snowboard adventure followed by the epic showdown between the three stooges which had gotten recorded by accident. I had to admit, it was hilarious.
Jaxson and Junho wanted more time on the hills, stating they would be waiting for the other half of Team Seven to arrive and chill with them for the night.
Now, I relaxed in just Michael's shirt – unable to not wear the gold ribbon, white lace stockings to match my white lingerie set.
I knew Michael had a thing for white, and he enjoyed it when I wore a white and gold combo. He said it made me look like an angel. How sweet of him.
