Chapter 5
five
Wynter
The next morning, the sun streamed in through the window by the cabin door.
It was Christmas Eve, and I had hopes that Santa wasn’t the only one coming today.
I was insatiable. My muscles ached in the best way.
Jye had lived up to his promise. I had lost count of the number of orgasms he gave me.
I’d given him my body in a way I’d never given it to anyone else before, and I told myself it was because it was a holiday fling, that we’d never see each other again once we left the resort.
There were no anxieties or expectations.
I checked my phone, and the network had reconnected overnight.
Scrolling through my notifications, I saw messages from the resort and a string from Kayla.
Keying in the passcode, I went straight to the ones from my sister; they started with some short queries about my wellbeing during the storm and ended with a morning greeting and her asking me if I’d like to meet for lunch once the paths had been cleared.
I replied quickly and felt Jye stirring next to me.
He caressed my hip and nibbled at the sensitive spot beneath my ear.
“Please tell me we’re still snowed in,” he whispered, his hard cock grazing my ass.
“For now, but according to the messages from the resort, they will have the walkways cleared and the main building and restaurant will be open by lunchtime.”
“Just in time to top up the condom supply in the gift shop.” He rolled me over, and I gave no protest when he crawled between my legs, lowering his mouth onto my already wet pussy. “Breakfast of champions,” he murmured before he continued to give me my umpteenth orgasm.
***
Kayla ran up to me, giving me a hug as I entered the resort restaurant. “That storm was pretty scary, wasn’t it?” My sister asked.
I nodded in agreement. In theory, I guessed the storm was scary; I was just otherwise occupied and didn’t want Kayla knowing anything about it. Not after she’d been so adamant that I let loose and have some fun with Jye. She was right, but she didn’t need to know that.
Jye and I sat opposite Cam and Kayla. He tucked into my seat, and we both silently picked up the menus.
After our activity the night before, I was looking forward to fresh food, despite how well the resort kept each suite stocked.
Kayla kept looking from Jye to me and back again, not saying anything, but she was obviously suspicious.
The server took our orders and left. Automatically, Kayla jumped up, tapped me on the shoulder and said, “We need to go to the bathroom.”
“Have fun,” I replied, not keen on the interrogation that I knew was to come.
“I think you need to go to the bathroom, too.” She hooked her arm under mine, and I stood so I wouldn’t create a disturbance by struggling.
Kayla ducked and weaved around the guests crowding the dining area, all wanting out of their rooms after the snowstorm. Storming into the room and not bothering to check if the was anyone in the stalls before she turned to me and whisper shouted “You fucked Jye.”
It was a statement, not a question.
“Kayla,” I feigned shock at her sister’s declaration. It was halfhearted at best. I checked the stalls while waiting for Kayla to call my bluff.
“The glow on your skin could only be achieved two ways, and since I know you didn’t spend the last twenty-four hours in your bathtub with your toys, it had to be with your roommate.” She stood there with her arms crossed over her chest like she’d just solved a crime.
I blushed at how easily my sister could tell, but to be honest, I was feeling too good to think about it too much. Confirming that we were indeed alone in the bathroom, I confessed. “Yes, from breakfast yesterday until, maybe twenty minutes ago, Jye and I have been having a lot of fun.”
“Well?” Kayla looked at me expectantly.
“Well, what?” I was adamant that I would not give her anywhere near the level of detail she gives me.
“More details! I need to know all about it.” I felt like Sandy in Grease.
“Let’s just say we need to buy another box of condoms.” I tried to be vague.
“But what about the other details? Are the rumours true?” Kayla pushed.
“What rumours?” I turned to her, too shocked to keep pretending I was cool about my fling with Jye.
“The ones about the size of his…” Kayla pulled her hands apart like she was talking about the size of a fish.
“Who talks about that?” The scowl growing on my face.
“Oh, honey,” Kayla looks at me sympathetically.
“Everyone talks about it. His dad is Dougie Drake; he’s notorious for not being able to keep it in his pants, and people say it’s because he has a lot to share around.
Women say that he might not look much like his dad, but he's inherited his dad’s biggest asset.
” Kayla held her hands wide, emphasising the length of the asset we were talking about.
“Well, it was sufficient,” I replied, attempting to end the conversation.
“Just look at his nickname ‘Hot Lap’ Drake,” Kayla warned me.
Jye had told me he didn’t do commitments, so finding out that there were rumours about him shouldn’t shock me.
That didn’t stop me from pulling out my phone in the bathroom after Kayla left.
I searched the nickname and found photos of women saying how much they enjoyed their ride with ‘Hot Lap’.
I watched videos of picture-perfect women.
Ones that were highly groomed and had slim, toned bodies. Women who looked nothing like me.
Swiping the browser off my phone, I placed it in my pocket and left that bathroom feeling colder than I had walking through the snow.