Epilogue
PORSHA
“ It sucks that they’re replacing this,” I told my husband as we sat on the chairlift, heading toward the top.
“Well, right now it feels great, but in January…”
I sighed, scanning the beautiful scenery all around us. Spring had sprung in Seduction Summit, and as usual, the lodge was busy installing the slides that would bring families from all over to our bustling town this summer.
It had been five years since Brock and I met at that very lodge. And while it was still most popular in the winter months, year-round tourism had picked up quite a bit since the town had brought in so many new businesses.
“I’m just sad to see it go,” I said, glancing over at my husband of four and a half years. “We have so many good memories up here.”
This was where he’d proposed. We’d also come up here early on when we were dating. Not to ski—we’d just ridden it up to the chalet and back down again. As an employee, I was allowed to do that.
I wasn’t an employee anymore, though. I’d worked as a desk clerk for a few months, until I landed a job working remotely for an investment firm out of South Carolina. I still worked for them. Occasionally, I had to travel for conferences and meetings, but most of the time, I worked from the small home office in our log cabin built by my friend’s husband, Lucas Bennett.
Having flexible hours was important when you had two kids under the age of five. And now, I was expecting again. I was only three months along, and I hadn’t even told my boss yet. That would come soon enough. Right now, the two of us were enjoying a much-needed date day, riding the chairlift before they closed it down for good.
“It was nice of Alex to let us do this,” I said. “I guess all our friends are taking a spin today.”
Brock shook his head. “Maybe later, but right now, we have this whole thing to ourselves.”
I liked the sound of that. I reached over and settled my hand on his thigh. My hormones had been off the charts lately. If there was a way we could have sex on this ski chair, I’d do it.
We’d have plenty of chances for that, though. The new daycare in town kept both kids when they weren’t in school, and I’d often stop by Brock’s shop before driving to pick them up when I got a break in my work in the afternoon.
“We have the hot cocoa chalet to ourselves,” he said, nodding.
When I looked over, there must have been confusion on my face. After a pause, he nodded in the direction of the building up ahead of us—the one at the very tip-top of the mountain. It had been set up as a small building where skiers could grab some hot cocoa or coffee before heading down the mountain to ski.
Hot chocolate and coffee weren’t being served this time of year. The barista, the person they hired to work the desk in the chalet, had once been a seasonal worker, but they’d since shifted that position to help out with all the other things the lodge did.
“Are you serious?” I asked, staring at the building as the chairlift approached.
“One hundred percent,” he said. “Prepare to jump.”
“One, two, three,” we said together.
We hopped off the chair and got out of the way as it continued on its usual path. During ski season, we would have taken it around and hopped off onto the run. But we were stopping at the chalet, and it wasn’t for a warm beverage.
We held hands as we walked into the building. It was just a little hut that had been pretty bare bones until a couple of years ago when Alex brought a team in to redo the whole place. Now it had a fireplace and a sitting area where skiers could lounge while they enjoyed the toasty beverages they got from the bar to the left of the door.
I’d barely stepped into the chalet when Brock’s arms went around me. He’d slipped in behind me, closing the door. We were alone in here on this nice spring day. My husband had made it clear nobody would be joining us.
“You don’t waste any time,” I joked.
I didn’t expect him to waste time. We might not have anybody joining us immediately, but it could happen. The ski gondola could come up this way, bringing unwanted company.
I closed my eyes as his hands slid beneath my T-shirt, going all the way up to my breasts, cupping them as he ground against me. I leaned my head back against him, taking comfort in the pillow his hard shoulder provided. I could always count on him for that.
His touch felt so good. It was intoxicating. His big rough hands on my stomach, moving over up to my bra-covered chest. He slowly tugged the cups down, expertly running his fingers over them as his chin nudged my hair aside to kiss my neck. I tilted my head to give him further access, sighing at the feel of both his lips and his hands on my bare skin.
When he suddenly released me, I was a little disoriented, maybe disappointed too, but I knew he had something in mind. I always knew I could trust him, no matter what.
Sure enough, he lifted me suddenly, scooping me up like I weighed no more than a rag doll. He then surprised me by setting me on one of the tables to the right of the door. In one swift movement, he had my shorts down around my ankles. I helped him by kicking them off.
I opened my mouth to ask what he had planned, but he immediately pressed his lips to mine, silencing me as he tugged at my underwear. Once they were off, he moved between my legs, running his hand up the inside of my thigh as he resumed kissing me. When he reached my pussy, I moaned against his mouth, knowing exactly what he had in mind.
He slid a finger inside, testing my wetness, then moved to my clit, flicking his finger over it in rapid movements. While he did that, I broke the kiss and began working on the fastening of his jeans. We didn’t have a lot of time, after all, and there was something I wanted to do.
I shoved his jeans and underwear down just far enough to release his erection, then wrapped my hand around his cock, giving him a naughty smile as I stroked him. Bold, slow strokes that I knew would get him warmed up but not take him too far. When he let out a groan, I knew I’d hit the spot, and my strokes grew bolder until I pushed him to the edge.
That was when he pulled back and squatted between my legs, replacing his finger with his tongue. I cried out as he slid over my clit, moving back and forth.
“Don’t stop,” I said, as I felt my body moving toward orgasm. “Yes, just like that. Keep going. Oh, God. Oh, God. I’m going to. Ah….”
I threw my head back and rode out the orgasm, my entire body shaking. I had myself propped up on my hands behind me, but even they started getting weak. Somehow, I managed to avoid collapsing, though, holding it together until I finally came down.
I knew exactly what he’d do next. He didn’t disappoint.
He stood and, in another swift move, positioned himself at my entrance and plunged into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in, staring directly into his eyes as I told him to fuck me harder.
“Like that,” I gasped. “Perfect. Oh, my God, that feels so good.”
He loved when I talked during lovemaking, and often he talked too, but today, he was pretty speechless. His breathing said it all, though, as well as the look in his eyes as he plunged faster and faster, moving his thumb to my clit.
As always, I assumed I wouldn’t be able to come again this quickly, but within seconds, I was ramping up again, and I knew he wouldn’t have to hold out long. He wouldn’t fully let himself go until my orgasm was in process, though. That was just the man he was.
“Come for me, baby,” Brock said.
The raspiness of his voice told me he was turned on beyond belief, but he was holding back. Holding out for me.
I cried out as a second orgasm overtook me, forgetting that we weren’t completely isolated here. Someone could come along and hear me.
For his part, Brock stayed pretty quiet, but I knew he was coming. I knew it from the way his movements became more frantic. I tightened my legs around him as he pumped his seed into me, smiling at the knowledge that we’d be doing this all over again tonight before we drifted off to sleep.
“Damn, that was hot,” he said, pulling me toward him as our breaths mingled.
I hugged him, a smile spreading over my face, savoring the security I felt with his arms around me. “I love you,” I said.
“I love you too, angel,” he said. “I can’t believe I spent so many years without you in my life.”
“It just took a snowstorm to bring us together. Well, that and a really bad cup of coffee.”
“I’m thankful for our one-cup coffeemaker,” he said. “And I’m even more thankful for you.”
“Right back at you.” I pulled back and smiled at him. “I’m going to scrub this table down before I leave. It just feels like the right thing to do.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he said. “I think I know where the paper towels and cleaner are.”
As we scrambled to clean up, I glanced out the window at the beautiful view. It was spring, and soon this view would be covered in kids sliding down the slide while their parents looked on. Although I spent most of my time downtown now, I did like to come up here every now and then and spend time on the slopes.
There was just nowhere else like it on Earth. And I was lucky to be a part of it.
Who was the woman Brock helped out of a bind further up the mountain? What was she doing up there? Find out in Daring Mountain Man, Book 6 in the Seduction Summit Lodge series.