9. Straddle Me in The Snow
nine
Straddle Me in The Snow
Ember
W ith Christmas just two days away and the snow falling steadily, keeping me snowed in, I’ve come to terms with my situation. For the first time in ages, I feel an unexpected lightness in my heart. As I stroll around the house with a genuine smile—one that doesn’t feel forced—I spot Baine sitting on the back porch, seemingly lost in thought. Curiosity piqued, I slip on my coat and join him.
“Hey, what are you doing out here?” I ask.
He glances up, a smile breaking across his face as he waves a thickly rolled blunt in the air.
“I needed to relax. Want to join?” He pats the snowy spot beside him, and I settle in, leaning my head against his shoulder. “Is everything okay, doll?”
I let out a soft sigh, watching my breath rise and disappear into the chilly air. “I suppose so. I didn’t expect to be away from my parents during Christmas, but after learning about what they did to Koda, honestly, I’d rather not be there. ”
He wraps an arm around my back, his fingertips teasingly tracing the side of my body. Surprised, I laugh and swat his hand away. “Hey, cut it out,” I say, though a smile can’t help but bloom on my face.
Baine leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “I’m really glad you’re here with me, doll. You don’t need them to have a good Christmas.”
His words wrap around my heart, and I realize he’s right. Perhaps being snowed in isn’t such a bad thing after all. As we sit together, the snowflakes fall softly around us, and a soothing peace washes over me.
“How come you’ve been so quiet since I arrived?” I break the stillness, observing the way his jaw tightens and his eyes remain fixated on the falling snow.
“Just reminiscing... last year around this time, I got divorced. I’m still trying to adjust to being alone.”
“But you’re not alone,” I insist. “You have Koda, Everest, and now you have me.”
He grins, brushing his fingers against my cheek. “As lovely as that sounds, you’re only here for a little while.” He tucks my hair behind my ear, his touch lingering as he traces my dimples with his fingers.
“I can always come visit; my college isn’t too far away.”
“Or you could transfer here... I’m sure the guys would love to have you around.”
The thought of uprooting my life makes my heart race, but curiosity ignites within me. What would it be like to move away and start over?
“That’s definitely something I’d have to think about. But I don’t dislike the idea.” I shift closer, my legs growing numb from the cold.
“Is everything going well at school?”
I shake my head, the truth lingering on my tongue. “No, it’s not.”
After another drag from the blunt, he passes it to me, giving me a nod. “Anything you want to share? ”
“There’s this kid— this monster —and honestly, leaving wouldn’t be the worst thing; he wouldn’t be able to bother me anymore.” I sigh, feeling the weight lift even more from my heart.
“What did he do?” He asks a bit hesitantly, his eyes already swirling with regret.
“Something he absolutely shouldn’t have done.”
I watch as his brow furrows and his nose scrunches like Koda’s did when I first told him about it. Shaking his head, he sighs, pulling me closer for comfort. “Did you tell anyone what happened?”
“Koda knows, and so does my friend, but no one else.”
“Did he…”
“Yeah, but I really don’t want to talk about it.”
He places a gentle kiss on my forehead, his lips lingering against my skin. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
I close my eyes, enveloped in the warmth of his embrace and the heaviness of his words. “No, don’t,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.”
Understanding shines in his eyes as he nods. “You can’t keep this to yourself. You need to tell someone who can help and make sure he doesn’t fucking hurt anyone else.”
I know he’s right, but it was hard enough telling Koda what happened—nevermind telling someone that I don’t know. We sit in silence for a while, the air around us growing colder. Finally, I take a deep breath and meet his gaze.
“I could really use a change of scenery,” I say, my voice firmer now. “Maybe transferring here wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.”
His face brightens with a smile, and I can’t help but mirror it. “I think it’s a fantastic idea,” he replies, squeezing my hand reassuringly. “And you won’t be alone. We’ll be here for you every step of the way.”
He takes a long drag from the blunt, locking eyes with me as he takes the back of my neck in his hand. Without a word, he leans in and captures my lips, exhaling the smoke into my mouth. Our tongues dance together, the taste of vanilla lingering sweetly. I kiss him back, inhaling deeply. My body shivers as I reach up, cupping his face in my hands.
“You taste so good,” I whisper against his warm lips.
“So do you,” he chuckles, pulling away for the moment to bring the blunt back to his mouth.
I watch him, savoring the serenity of the snow falling around us. Despite the unexpected circumstances, I realize that being here with Baine is precisely where I want to be.
As we sit together, a blanket of calm envelops me. The snow keeps falling, but it no longer feels biting; instead, it frames our newfound connection beautifully, and I feel an overwhelming happiness wash over me.
In comfortable silence, I lean my head back on his shoulder, feeling completely at peace. This Christmas may not have gone as planned, but it’s shaping up to be more wonderful than I could have ever imagined, all thanks to the guys. With a smile, I close my eyes and breathe in the crisp, snowy air, grateful for the change.
“It’s just us for a little while. Is there anything you want to do?” He raises an eyebrow and licks his lips, igniting a warm thrill within me.
I smile at him and lean in, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “I think maybe we can have a little fun... just the two of us ,” I suggest, wrapping my arm around his waist. “I’m so glad you decided to stay home.”
Baine looks down at me, his grin bright and inviting. “I’m glad too, doll. It’s going to be a good Christmas.”
As we sit together, I close my eyes and listen to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling completely at ease. Despite the chill outside, my heart has never felt warmer.
“Merry Christmas, Baine,” I whisper, resting my head against his chest.
“Merry Christmas, doll,” he replies, holding me close as the snow continues to fall softly around us.
Bain e
Having Ember beside me feels like a breath of fresh air, a sensation I haven't experienced in quite some time. When Koda and Ev left to work a private party, Koda encouraged me to stay here and "bond" with Ember. He must sense how tough things have been for me lately, and I suspect this is his way of nudging me back into the light. She's breathtakingly beautiful. Age seems unimportant to her, and in that case, it doesn’t bother me either. My ex-wife was around Ember's age yet lacked the depth and maturity that Ember possesses.
As memories of betrayal and deception flicker in my mind, anger simmers beneath the surface, but Ember’s gentle, soothing touch alleviates the tension. I haven’t shared intimacy with anyone since my marriage ended, so to say I feel a touch of nervousness would be a fucking understatement. I find joy in watching her interact with Koda and Ev, and if that’s all that comes of our time together, I would still be content. But I can’t deny the desire that pulses through me; the longing reflected in her deep brown eyes tells me she feels it too.
Snowflakes continue to drift down, landing softly in her long lavender hair as she playfully sticks out her tongue to catch a few. A low growl escapes me, a primal reaction at the thought of what she could do with that tongue and how exquisitely she might do it. She looks at me, a knowing smirk playing on her lips, fully aware of the effect she has on me. I realize I need to tread carefully, but the impulse is too fucking strong to resist.
I gather her into my arms and kiss her deeply, igniting a fire of passion that has been smoldering for far too long. It feels wrong; I know it does, but in this moment, I don’t give a fuck one bit. And neither does she. As desire consumes us, I understand that nothing will ever be the same again. Yet, in this special moment, I'm ready to cast aside all worries and surrender to the magnetic pull of Ember.
“Hmmm, should we have a little fun in the snow?” I tease, wiggling my brows as I graze the shell of her ear with my tongue, eliciting a delightful shiver from her.
“What kind of fun?” She asks, sparkles of intrigue dancing in her eyes.
I cup her ass, rocking her gently against my lap, thrusting my hips in playful invitation. Her eyes widen as she feels my warmth against her, and instinctively, her hands wrap around the back of my neck, as if anchoring herself.
“Oh, that kind of fun.” She smirks, winking playfully.
“Why not? It’s just the two of us... I’ve never fucked around in the snow before, and it feels like a fucking eternity since I’ve connected with anyone,” I admit, my voice laced with a mix of vulnerability and longing.
I expect laughter, but she simply offers me a sweet smile, sliding her cold hands beneath my shirt, tracing my abs with her fingertips.
“Let me make you feel good then, Baine.” Leaning in, she kisses me, her lips trailing down to my neck, her mouth teasing me in a way that sends scintillating pleasure coursing through my veins.
As she straddles me, the snow beneath us forming a soft cushion, I’m acutely aware that I’ve succumbed to her intoxicating allure. Ember begins to unbutton my shirt, and instantly, consequences fade from my mind. Everything outside of this raw desire we share feels irrelevant. As we lose ourselves in the thrill of the moment, I realize nothing will be the same after tonight. But for now, I want to indulge in the ecstasy of being with Ember and let everything else slip away.
Ember
The snow doesn't even faze me at the moment, and judging by Baine's expression, it's not bothering him either. Clad in our winter clothes, I straddle his lap, gently pushing him back against the snow. With a playful lift of his shirt, I reveal his sculpted body—a sight that makes my lips curl with desire. The way his rippling muscles flow down his chest and stomach beckons me to trace them with my tongue.
“See something you like, doll?” He teases.
“Oh, very much,” I reply, leaning down to capture his lips, my hand sliding down to his unbuttoned pants.
His breath hitches as I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly and squeezing the wet tip. Our tongues dance together, desperately trying to devour one another as Baine tangles his fingers in my hair, tugging with a rough intensity. I let out a moan against his mouth, pressing myself closer to him as snowflakes swirl around us. His fingers find the hem of my skirt, lifting it over my hips while his lips graze my neck. The cold air mingles with the heat radiating from our bodies, creating a delicious contrast that heightens the moment. A shiver runs down my spine as he pulls me on top of him, our breaths visible in the crisp air.
“Fuck, I need you, Ember,” he murmurs.
“Then take me, Baine,” I whisper back.
He reaches between us as I rock against him, his fingers finding my sensitive clit and sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I can feel him hardening beneath me, and with an impetuous move, I swat his hand away and free him from the confines of his jeans.
“You’re ready, huh?” He asks, still tugging at my hair.
“Yes, I don’t care.” I lift myself slightly, guiding him to my entrance and sliding down fully until he fills me completely.
“Jesus Christ, doll. You’re so damn tight.”
“You’re only my third, Baine,” I whisper, watching his eyes widen in disbelief.
“You mean—”
“Yeah, exactly.”
His grin is dangerously sexy, igniting a fire within me that makes arousal drip down my inner thighs.
He grips my waist tightly, his thumbs pressing into my hips as I rest my hands on his chest, tilting my head back as the snowflakes dust all over my face. I grind against him, reveling in the fullness of him inside me.
The snow beneath us begins to melt, mingling with our warmth. Baine’s hands roam over my body, igniting every nerve, and I can feel the impending climax building within me. His cold fingers slip beneath my shirt, teasing a taut nipple, and I gasp as he pinches it, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through me.
“Mhm, yes,” I moan, but I can’t stop moving against him, my need driving me wild.
“Ember, I’m not going to last much longer,” he warns, his voice strained with lust .
I lean in for a breathless kiss, feeling the electric charge between us intensify. Our bodies move in a rhythm that feels heavenly, and I surrender to the pleasure enveloping me. As the peak of my orgasm approaches, I cling to him, letting the waves of ecstasy wash over me. I slide my hand up to his throat, switching to a slow, deep grind as he submits to my pace beneath me.
“Ah, fucking squeeze it, doll. Don't be afraid.”
I tighten my grip, feeling his cock throb deep inside me. He toys with my nipples, fueling another spark of pleasure as my shirt rubs against them.
"Ember, you need to get off," he urges.
"I'm almost there..." I hiss, biting my lip as my clit pulses, my walls tightening around him.
“No, Ember. Get off my dick. I’m about to come, and I don’t want to do it inside you.”
My heart races as I plead, “No, no, no.” I arch my back, locking my legs around his waist, on the cusp of climax. “I’m… almost…” I gasp, throwing my head back as waves of pleasure conquer me, soaking him in the process.
I grip him tighter, feeling tremors ripple through my body while he struggles beneath me. “Ember, shit,” he pants, shaking his head.
I collapse against him, feeling his cock still pulsing inside me—panic sets in. I fucked up; it wasn’t him, it was me. I push myself off him, reality crashing down like a heavy weight.
"I'm so sorry, Baine. I messed up." My voice trembles as I acknowledge the gravity of my mistake.
Baine looks up at me, a playful yet concerned expression on his face. "It’s not your fault, Ember. I know what it's like to be on the brink and have to stop," he reassures me, his tone soothing. “ Please tell me you’re on birth control.”
“Yeah, the implant,” I reply, feeling relief wash over me.
“Thank fucking God.”
As I try to gather my thoughts, Baine wraps his arms around me, holding me close. “I can’t wait to fill you up again,” he whispers, his breath warm against my skin.
Later, nestled on Baine’s lap in the warmth of the living room, we share a cozy moment watching a movie. The sound of a car door slamming jolts us back to reality—the guys have returned.
“We’re home!” Koda calls, walking in with Ev, both wearing wide smiles.
“Aw, looks like someone bonded." He smirks at Baine, who grins back, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“Yeah, we had some fun in the snow.”
“Dirty fun?” Everest asks, heading toward the liquor bottle on the mantle.
“Yeah, dirty fun,” I reply, winking playfully, eliciting a growl from him.
“What’s the plan for tonight?” Koda asks. “I thought we could make dinner and relax. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, you know.”
“I know, Koda. What do you have in mind?” The mischief in his eyes hints at something exciting.
“You’ll see… But you better be a good girl, or you might just get spanked by Santa this year. ”
A shiver runs down my spine at Koda's teasing words, and I shoot a sideways glance at Baine, who raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the idea.
"Spanked by Santa,huh? This I have to see," he chuckles, making me feel a rush of embarrassment mixed with excitement.
As Koda and Ev make themselves comfortable, rummaging through the kitchen for ingredients, I lean closer to Baine. “What do you think will happen?” I whisper, my curiosity piqued.
“With Koda? Who knows, but you might want to keep your eyes peeled for his antics.” Baine glances toward the kitchen, suppressing a laugh. “Just remember, you’re in trouble too if you get caught,” he adds, his voice low and playful.
Minutes later, Koda bursts into the living room with an armful of red-and-green decorations. “Time to turn this place into a winter wonderland! We have to get in the spirit before dinner.”
“You really go all out, don’t you?” I tease, standing up to help him, trying to ignore the lingering heat from earlier with Baine.
As we string lights around the room, the atmosphere grows warmer, filled with laughter and lighthearted teasing. Even Everest, usually less expressive, cracks a few smiles at our antics.
“Okay, so do I get presents for being the best decorator?” Koda asks, climbing precariously on a chair to hang a strand from the ceiling.
I roll my eyes playfully. “Only if they’re from Santa,” I quip, and we all burst into laughter.
At one point, Baine catches my eye, a knowing smile playing on his lips as we both recall our earlier encounter in the snow. When Koda teases about hanging mistletoe, I feel my cheeks flush.
“If we hang it up, are you two going to finally kiss under it?” He winks. “Or do you need another ‘boost of encouragement’?”
“Maybe more than just a kiss,” I mutter under my breath, exchanging a conspiratorial look with Baine.
The energy in the kitchen suddenly changes, and Everest leans over to whisper something to Koda, who nods with enthusiasm
“Dinner’s just about ready—who wants to help serve?”
The table is set, adorned with a festive centerpiece. As we gather around, I take a moment to appreciate the warmth of this makeshift family we’ve created. Baine reaches for my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles, igniting a small spark between us.
Dinner unfolds in an easy flow of conversations, jokes, and plenty of laughter. At one point, Koda leans back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head with a sly grin.
“This is nice... I could get used to this. But wait, I have one more surprise for you all after dinner.”
My heart races again, curiosity clawing at me. “What is it?” I ask, intrigued. “A surprise for everyone, or just for me?” I joke, but Koda shakes his head with a smirk.
“One that might just test your resolve, Ember.”
Once the dishes are cleared, we return to the living room, where Koda pulls out a large red sack from behind the couch.
“Alright, everyone,” he announces dramatically, “it’s time to unleash the jolly spirit—or maybe just some mischief.” He reaches into the sack and pulls out a blindfold, holding it up for everyone to see. “We’re playing a game. But first, we need one brave volunteer...”
My heart sinks for a moment. The blindfold screams "shenanigans," and I can only imagine what kind of situations might arise. I glance at Baine for approval, but he just smirks, clearly enjoying my impending predicament.
Koda’s gaze lands on me, and suddenly the room is silent. “Ember, how about you?”
The laughter fades into a collective anticipation as I take a deep breath, weighing the thrill of the challenge against the nervous energy in my stomach .
“Alright—game on,” I declare, embracing the moment and the unknown.
Koda ties the blindfold around my eyes, and the world around me vanishes into darkness.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Just fucking trust me. You’re going to love it,” he promises, that mischievous glint returning to his eyes that I can’t see but can tell it’s there.
In the next instant, I feel hands guiding me forward, laughter bubbling up around me.
“Just remember, Ember,” Baine calls to me, “sometimes the best surprises come with a little risk.”
My heart races as I step into the unknown, ready for whatever festive chaos Koda has in store.