Chapter 37
SILAS
“When’s the snowplow coming?” I asked Mav.
I called him to find out when Eve and I had to stop fucking all over the inn and expect workers.
From the second-floor window, I studied the drive that led to the county road.
Or at least where the drive should be since it was buried in snow.
The blizzard pushed east and now the sun was out, sparkles glistening on the pristine white surface.
It was hard to look at it was so bright.
“You’re right downtown,” he replied. “I’d give it a few hours and you should get at least one pass by a plow,” he replied.
“I’m not at the house,” I told him. “I’m at the inn.”
“You’re at the inn?”
It was after lunch and Eve and I finally got dressed. Barely. After we had our coffee and I had her pussy, she reciprocated very skillfully. Then we fell back asleep. For hours. A late start was a treat for both of us. I agreed with Eve. The bedding was amazing.
So was the woman who shared it with me.
I’d slept with women in the past, but they’d been casual. I didn’t remember sharing a bed with one longer than the fun it took to get off. No sleepovers. No napping.
Never one who’d fooled me in a cam room for several days and technically bilked me–or at least my dick–for thousands of dollars. That credit card bill was going to be insane.
“Yes,” I said. “We never left.”
Mav grunted.
Eve came up to me carrying a plate with a sandwich she made from the fixings in the restaurant fridge. She’d sliced it on a diagonal and loaded some corn chips beside it. I shook my head, turning down her offering as I held my cell to my ear. With a shrug, she took a bite herself.
“What do you mean we?” he asked.
“I’m here with Eve.” With her name mentioned, she looked my way. I mouthed Mav and gave her a wink.
“You’re there with Eve?” he parroted.
“Yes.”
I heard him cover the phone and talk to someone, probably Bridget, although I could hear it all clearly. “Yes, with Eve. At the inn. Yes. I know. Of course they’re stuck there without the plows,” he said as if Bridget was being obtuse, which was impossible.
“There’s at least two feet. Maybe three,” I told him. His house wasn’t five miles away, but higher up in the hills. They could have more than here at the inn. “I’ve got an SUV, but the snow’s too deep for it.”
“I’ll call the service that does my driveway and–”
“No plowing! No plowing!” Bridget called.
“–they could be there sometime this afternoon. No way workers will show up, so you have the place to yourselves.”
“Yes, leave them there,” Bridge said, her voice carrying.
“Why should we leave them there?” Mav asked her.
“He needs to tell her the truth about the camming!”
Eve nabbed a corn chip, oblivious to the conversation in my ear. I took her in. The same clothes as the day before, but I knew she wasn’t wearing anything beneath. No bra. No panties. Her hair was a tousled mess, and she must’ve found a hair tie in her purse because it was up in a sloppy bun.
No makeup, well rested, well satisfied, she was fucking gorgeous.
I crooked a finger and she came over. I kissed the top of her head and wrapped an arm around her so her back was to my front. She felt soft. Warm.
Mine.
And mine alone.
No workers. No access to our jobs or the outside world.
I had Eve all to myself and just like Bridget had suggested, no plowing. Leave them there.
“Don’t worry about it,” I told Mav.
“What?” Mav asked, surprised. “You–oh. Ow! Baby, that fucking hurt. You want a spanking, don’t you?”
“No plowing at the inn!”
I imagined Bridget smacking Mav and tried not to laugh. He was a tank and she was tiny. “Fine, we’re leaving you,” he replied. “Tomorrow then?”
I thought about it. Tomorrow? Would that be enough time to have Eve all to myself?
Hell no.
“The next day. And tell Bridget that Eve knows.”
He did and I heard Bridget in the background. Was she clapping?
He laughed. Finally, he caught on. “Got it. Not tomorrow. Have fun.”
“We will,” I said, then hung up, snagging a corn chip, then taking the plate from her and setting it on the arm of the reading chair tucked into the cozy bay window.
“Hey! We’re sharing that!”
I spun her to face me, leaned down and tossed her over my shoulder. Now that I knew we would be alone for a while, I was going to take full advantage.
“Are you always going to do this? Carry me around like a sack of potatoes?”
“Oh, kitten, you have no idea.”
She laughed.
“Did they have whipped cream in that fridge?” I asked, heading for the kitchen. Licking food off her body became very important.
She stopped squirming. “Maybe. Definitely chocolate syrup.”
My dick went from a semi to full-on hammer. “Even better.”
Fuck, this was so much better than work.