by Iona Rose
I suddenly wished that I had it in me to make such a commitment to someone. To love someone so much that I was willing to risk my heart just to have a happy ever after with them.
Connor
I couldn’t wait for the wedding to be over. I was tired of all the smiling and pretending to be having a whale of a time. Throughout the ceremony, Bianca was right next to me but it was like she wasn’t there. The easy banter we exchanged was gone, in its place awkwardness and the feeling that something had changed.
After the church ceremony it was outside for the pictures. I was happy for my sister. She was glowing and clearly happy with her decision to marry Brian. My life felt pretty fucked up at that moment.
I was glad when that part of the ceremony was done and we could go to the decorated dining room for the reception.
“It’s beautiful,” Bianca said as we entered.
I’d missed her voice. We hadn’t exchanged three full sentences since we woke up. “The company that does the décor services are pretty good at their jobs.”
I couldn’t believe I’d said something so stupid.
We filed into the dining room and found our table. I pulled out the chair for Bianca and as she sat down, I caught a whiff of her minty scent and I almost broke down begging her to take me back.
“Sarah and Brian look so happy,” Bianca said, a wistful note in her voice.
Was she thinking that she would like to get married some day? Highly unlikely. She had been very adamant that she wasn’t interested in marriage or a serious relationship.
Every part of me wanted to pursue her. To convince her that we would be great together but another part of me was afraid of making promises I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I could keep.
I was done with Angie. That, I was sure of. But I didn’t know if I was ready for another relationship. What I was ready for was a good time with a good woman. We had less than two days left and I didn’t want to spend them with the cool atmosphere that was between us.
The clinking of a glass pulled me back to the present. It was time for the best man’s speech. Brian’s best friend Mack, was doing the honors and we all fell silent as he started his speech. My concentration was fucked up and I was barely listening. I was too keenly aware of Bianca seated next to me.
“I’m proud of Brian for recognizing the moment he met someone special. A lot of us don’t always and we spend the rest of our lives wondering what might have been,” Mack was saying.
A chill went through me. It was as though Mack could read my thoughts. That had always been my great fear. Having regrets later in life. I snuck a look at Bianca. Was she the one? My heart pounded crazily in my chest.
“Let’s raise a glass to Brian and Sarah’s happiness,” Mack said and we all raised our glasses.
“Cheers,” we called out in unison and then Bianca and I clinked glasses, staring deep into each other’s eyes as we did so.
For a few seconds, my world came to a stop as I stared at her. She was so fucking gorgeous. In less than two days she would be out of my life. Permanently. I wouldn’t even have the luxury of going to the cocktail bar when I missed her, just to catch a glimpse of her.
“That was a nice speech,” Bianca said happily.
“It was.”
Minutes later, dinner was served and the waiters placed plates on the table. Bianca reached for a napkin and placed it on her lap. My mind immediately went to the garter. My fingers itched to touch the creamy skin of her thighs and my ears longed to hear her soft cries of passion.
Dinner was nice and so was the wine though I limited myself to one glass. I wanted to keep a clear head as I’d decided that I was going to plead my case to Bianca. There was no way I was wasting the next day and a half.
It had taken some time but I’d finally figured out what had pissed her off. I’d gone to meet with Angie without letting her know. That had been disrespectful and I knew that if roles had been reversed, I’d have been livid.
Then it was time for the newly wedded couple’s first dance. It was touching to watch them lost in their own world and I couldn’t help but wonder if one day that would be me and someone.
The groomsmen and Sarah’s maids also took to the dance floor. An overwhelming need to have Bianca in my arms came over me.
“Dance?” I said to her.
“I’d like that,” she said softly.
I got up and offered her my hand. As soon as her hand touched mine, sparks flew between us. I had to convince her that I’d meant no disrespect. I’d just been in a mad rush to finish with Angie and return to the lodge to her.
In the dance floor, I held Bianca close and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt as if I’d come home as her soft body molded against mine. Unable to help myself, I planted a soft kiss on her neck. She let out a sharp inhale but did not protest.
Her breathing grew heavy and I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest. Arousal gripped my whole body and I knew she could feel my cock pressing against her pelvis.
I caressed her back and shoulders and her hands softly massaged my shoulders. I needed to get her alone in our room, but first.
“Can we go out to the terrace for a few minutes?” I whispered into her ear.
She drew back and searched my face, then she nodded. I took her hand and led her away from the dance floor, past the bar to the lounge and through the French doors.
It wasn’t as cold as I expected but I took off my tuxedo jacket and slipped it around her. After arranging the jacket, I didn’t move away. I held her gaze.
“I want to apologize for the other day,” I said.
She shook her head even before I finished the little speech I’d practiced in my head.
“You don’t have to apologize. You don’t owe me anything, remember? I agreed to come with you as your fake fiancé for a week.” Her voice was trembling the slightest bit.
“I want to explain to you what happened that afternoon,” I said, plowing ahead. “All I wanted was to finish with Angie once and for all. I have known for some time that even if she came pleading, I wouldn’t get back with her.”
Bianca inhaled deeply.
“You’ve shown me how fun life can be with a good woman whose thoughts and actions did not revolve around herself,” I said.
“Oh Connor,” she said.
“I needed to get her out of my life pronto and come back to the lodge to enjoy the days we had remaining. I made a mistake of not telling you. You’re wrong in saying that I don’t owe you an explanation. I do.”
She looked away before swinging her gaze back to me.
“I told Angie that I was completely done with her and nothing in this world would make me go back to her. We said goodbye and that was the end of that. I’m sorry I hurt you with my actions.”
Tears filled her eyes. “I don’t know what to say but I’m glad you told me.”
I slipped my hands around her waist and pulled her to me. I angled my mouth over hers and brushed my lips against hers. It felt so fucking good to kiss her. A strangled moan escaped her mouth and my control disintegrates.
“Let’s go to our room,” I said, tearing my mouth away.
“Yes please,” Bianca whispered back.
Luckily, we did not run into anyone as we cut across the lodge to our room. I opened the room and turned on the lights. I wanted to see every expression she made and see every inch of her skin. I’d missed her in a way that frightened me but refused to dwell on that.
I slipped the jacked off her shoulders and allowed my gaze to rake over her body.
“You look beautiful,” I said to her.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
Without my asking, she turned around and I knew that she needed me to undress her. I reached for the zipper and slowly brought it down, while kissing her shoulders.
Bianca shrugged out of the dress and it fell into a pile at her feet which she stepped out of. She turned around and I let out a sharp breath at the vision of her in just
her panties and bra. I’d thought I’d never see her like that again.
She reached for the buttons of my shirt and one by one, she popped them open. I helped with the lower ones and in seconds, my shirt had joined her dress on the floor. Bianca ran her hands over my chest making my desire shoot up another level.
I took a lungful of breath to steady myself and then reached out to cup her breasts. Bianca moaned loudly and arched her chest inviting me to do as I pleased with her.
The gesture turned me into a beast. I pulled down the cups of her bra, baring her breasts. I descended on them, taking a nipple into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue.
Bianca’s moans filled the room as she grabbed my head, holding me in place. I thumbed the other taut nipple loving the sounds my woman was making. A voice in my head reminded me that Bianca was not my woman.
She was mine tonight.
She let go of my head, reached back and unclasped her bra and then shrugged out of it.
“Beautiful.” I drew back to admire the perfection that was her body.
I held her breasts and brought them together. I continued my onslaught on her nipples until she cried that she couldn’t take it anymore.
“I want you inside me,” she said unashamedly.
I loved that about Bianca. She knew what she wanted and was not afraid to say it. We moved to the bed and as she lay down, I unbuckled my belt, undid the single button of my pants and pulled them down along with my boxer briefs.
I clambered onto the bed and lifted one of her legs onto my shoulder. I glanced down at her glistening, soaking wet pussy and hissed. She was more than ready for me.
I guided my cock to her entrance but instead of plunging it in like I wanted to, I drug it over her folds, loving the tortured sounds Bianca was making.
“Please Connor,” she said. “I need you.”
Fuck, I needed her too.
I pushed my cock into the heat of her pussy and momentarily shut my eyes as her pussy clenched around it. Her moans grew louder and louder as I thrust in and out. She felt incredible. Her eyes were glazed over with desire and her lower lip was captured between her teeth.
I lost the last dredges of control and fucked her mindlessly, the bucking of her hips letting me know that we were together. Her movements grew erratic and wild. She clawed at the beddings as she inched closer to the edge, taking me with her.
My orgasm got closer and closer. With one hard thrust, we both came, screaming each other’s names. Bianca wore a look of complete bliss as her breath slowly returned to normal.
It was a look I wanted to see again and again. She flashed me a lazy smile as I joined her on the bed and pulled her into my arms.
“That was amazing.”
Bianca
“Let’s have one last awesome night together,” Connor had whispered to me before making love to me for the third time.
Outside, the snow had been falling consistently through the night, a perfect backdrop to one of the greatest nights I’d ever spent with a man. I was up early, Connor’s words ringing in my ears. Last night together.
A part of me had hoped that maybe he would want to continue with our fling when we went back home. I turned to Connor and watched him sleeping in the light of dawn. His lips were curved in a slight smile, and I wondered what he was dreaming about.
I was relieved that Connor was finished with Angie. I only wished that we had more time to enjoy each other now that the shadow of his fiancée was not hanging over us.
I couldn’t make myself go back to sleep even though my body was weary. I left bed at eight, padded to the bathroom and refreshed myself. It had snowed all night and the mountains were beckoning. My last day of skiing. I dressed warmly, layering myself with a v-neck heavy jumper and a winter coat.
I stared at Connor longingly one last time before quietly leaving the room. Outside, though the snow had stopped, the wind was biting cold and I was glad that I’d dressed extra warmly. Despite the cold, it was a beautiful morning as I trudged through the snow.
I wasn’t the only one with the same idea and I exchanged greetings and waves with three other people headed to the lifts. All morning, I’d been trying not to think about the one thing that had been plaguing my mind. Would I be able to fit back into my life and routine when I returned home?
Connor had stolen my heart in a very short time. Just the thought of parting ways with him was enough to cause palpitations in my heart. What if we continued with our affair until we got each other out of our systems?
That would be the perfect solution. There was only one problem with that. Connor was not the kind of man who had affairs for the sake of it. I was probably the one exception.
The other even bigger problem was that Connor had not stated his intentions so far. He hadn’t once spoken about our future. If anything he had hinted at it, with statements like, ‘last night together’.
At the last minute and in a moment of carelessness, I decided to go for the hardest trail. I needed the solitude to think through my problems and I was sure there would be no other skiers there.
I slid onto the lift and pulled down the safety bar, all along wishing that Connor had come with me. He made everything an adventure. The lift rose up and glided along the line while down below, everything looked as if it had been sprinkled with white gold.
My heart pounded hard in my chest as I got off the lift and propelled myself forward. As I’d thought, there were no skiers on the slopes. It was eerily quiet, as if I was suddenly alone in the world.
The slope started gently enough but it gradually got steeper and the obstacles were coming at me at speeds which left me breathless. Panic filled my chest as I realized that I’d made a mistake in choosing this trail.
A thousand thoughts zipped through my mind, the most consistent of them being that I was going to die on the slopes. I forced myself to calm down. I had done this for years as a kid. I wasn’t a novice. All I needed to do was keep myself upright and make my way to the bottom.
I swerved dangerously to the left to avoid a cluster of trees and just when I was about to let out a breath of relief that I’d managed to avoid them and keep my balance, my skis hit something.
Seconds later, I was flying in the air before I hit the ground. Hard. I momentarily lost my bearings as I rolled through the snow like a ball. Even before I came to a stop, I knew that I’d hurt my left leg. Searing pain ran up and down the length of it.
I finally came to a stop as tears filled my eyes. I tried to raise my head but I couldn’t. The pain in my leg seemed to have spread everywhere in my body. Then everything went black and I gratefully allowed myself to float into a state of nothingness.
The next thing I knew, voices were pulling me back to the land of the living. The pain came at me again, burning my leg. Soft cries rent the air before I realized that I was the source.
“Bianca, can you here me?”
I snapped my eyes open at the sound of Connor’s voice. What was he doing on the slopes? I’d left him asleep in our room. I didn’t have time to think as other voices shouted near me.
“Ma’am, can you hear me?”
A worried face came into my line of vision. I wanted to tell the nice man that I was all right and I’d just fallen. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.
“Just nod,” he said.
“Her name is Bianca,” Connor said.
I wanted to weep from the joy of hearing his voice.
“Bianca,” the nice man said. “You’re not to worry. We’ll take good care of you and take you to a hospital.”
A hospital? I struggled to sit up, ignoring the throbbing pain in my leg. I blinked at the sudden sunlight. “I’m okay. I just had a fall, no big deal.” That took so much effort, that I let my head fall back down.
“Bianca,” Connor said. “They think you broke your ankle. It wasn’t just a simple fall. You’re lucky you didn’t get a concussion.”
His words made my blood turn to ice. A broken leg? Oh Go
d. Panic seized my chest. I’d never broken any limb ever, since I was born. But I was going back home today and I needed to get back to work.
“She’s getting agitated,” a voice said from a distance. “We’ll give her a pain killer in a shot to make her calm down. Then we can safely carry her down.”
I wanted to protest but I was too frightened to protest. I felt a prick on my arm and then moments later, I drifted off to sleep.
The next time I came to, I was in a hospital bed. I took in my surroundings but they gave me no clue as to where I was. My gaze was drawn to my left leg encased in a cast. It was true then. I hadn’t dreamed up the whole thing.
Just as fresh tears of frustration filled my eyes, the door opened and Connor entered carrying a mug of coffee.
“You’re awake,” he said, relief in his face. “The doctor said you’d wake up right about now. He placed his coffee on the table and came to the side of the bed. He took my hand and sandwiched it in his.
“Hey,” he said softly.
My lips felt dry and I licked them before attempting to speak. “Hi. Where am I? Looks like a hospital.”
He nodded, clearly relieved. “You are. We’re in the Rocky Center hospital. The paramedics brought you here after the accident on the slopes. Do you remember that?”
I’d done some first aid and I was aware that the main worry was a concussion.
“I do and I’m sorry,” I said. “I was an idiot to do that slope alone.”
“It doesn’t matter now, all that matters is that you’ll be okay. The only serious injury you have is your ankle. Luckily for you the skis and poles didn’t hurt you when you fell,” Connor said, his voice cracking a little.
It struck me then how much stress I had put him through. My eyes widened as I remembered everyone else. I was about to ask Connor when the door opened and a nurse entered.
She asked Connor to excuse us and proceeded to take my temperature as well as other vitals while making cheerful conversation. “You’re going to be ok,” she said smiling.
