Chapter 18 Grayson #2
“My God!” she yells, laughter and happiness radiating from her voice. She even gives a good “Woohoo!”, which I never thought I would hear out of her smart and sometimes sarcastic mouth. But in this moment, it’s the most beautiful noise in the world.
The bottom of the hill is coming sooner rather than later, but I didn’t realize that it’s coming abruptly. I do my best to try to shift our body weight to help with the braking, but it doesn't work, and before I know it, we're hitting the flat and tumbling from the sled.
We’re both laughing as we roll in the snow, the sled slipping out from underneath us once we hit the ground. Every part of me is covered in snow except my face. I’m still holding onto Kat, who’s now on her back, and she’s covered in the fresh, white powder.
“Are you okay?” I ask, even though the smile on her face and the red in her cheeks tells me everything is fine.
“I’m surprisingly good.” She tilts her head down, finding my lips in a kiss that’s innocent enough, but if we were alone, and not in the cold, could turn very inappropriate, very quick. “Maybe outdoorsy things aren’t so bad.”
“Really?” I can’t contain my excitement, and I’m already brainstorming five different trips we could take. “Maybe a ski trip in the future?”
“Maybe. The wardrobe’s really cute.”
I smile as I push a tendril of her hair back behind her ear and inside the wool beanie. “It also has fireplaces and warm lounges and some of the best drinks you'll ever have.”
“Now you're talking. Make me one promise though.”
“Anything.”
“Can we please go inside? I’m fucking freezing.”
I laugh and kiss her one more time. “Gladly.”
You’d think I’d be buried inside Kat the way I just moaned. Except I’m not. No, the only other thing in this hotel room that could make me let out a sound like that is the hot water coming out of this shower head.
It’s perfect, and the perfect end to a perfect afternoon.
After we grabbed lunch—which consisted of a whole lot of soup—the only thing either of us wanted to do was take a nap before getting ready for the Christmas Eve dinner the Timberline is hosting tonight.
I slept for about forty-five minutes, and when I woke up, all I heard were Kat’s adorable snores as she was curled up under the blankets and into me.
Not wanting to disturb her, I decided to jump in the shower and let her sleep a little longer.
I crack my neck, twisting it back and forth, as the hot water runs down my face and body. Normally when I do this, I’m working out the kinks from the stress of work—or I just talked to my family. But right now, I’m more relaxed than I’ve been in a very long time.
Yes, a lot of that has to do with the woman sleeping in the next room.
But a lot of it has to do with the fact that for the first time in my life, I’m spending Christmas Eve the way I want to.
I'm not arguing with my father. I'm not trying to appease my mother.
I'm not trying to act interested in cases my siblings are talking about or wondering when, if ever, they're going to ask me about anything that has to do with my life or my career.
Instead, I had an amazing day with a beautiful woman.
It was nothing but smiles and laughter and conversation that never seemed to end.
Tonight is going to be a nice dinner followed by an even better night in our room.
It’s not going to be me counting down the hours until my flight home to Connecticut.
The opposite. If I could freeze time right now, I would.
Because this is, without a doubt, the best Christmas I’ve ever had.
I close my eyes as I start to wash my face when I feel a burst of cold air hit my back.
“Want some company?”
I turn around to the best sight I have ever, and likely, will ever see. A naked Kat, walking toward me, her hair down and resting on her shoulders, her cheeks pink from slight windburn.
Sheer and utter perfection.
“Always. Come here, Vixen.”
I pull her into me, letting the water from the shower head rain down on us. “Did I wake you?
“No. But when I heard the water, I couldn't resist.”
“I’m glad.” I turn her around, her back to my front as I stand directly under the spray. “Let's warm you up.”
I let my hands run over her smooth skin, kissing down her neck as the water cascades down. Her hands reach up and back around my neck, giving me all the access I could ever want to touch every inch of her perfect body.
“I’m going to miss this,” she says.
“Miss what?”
“Hotel showers with you.” She turns around, her hands staying wrapped around my neck. “I’ve become quite accustomed to them.”
“Well, then, let’s make this one count.”
I reach over to the ledge and grab her shampoo, squeezing some into my hands, the relaxing smell hitting me immediately.
“Is this…eucalyptus?”
I gather her hair in my hands, beginning to work in the suds.
“Tea tree,” she says. “Isn’t the smell amazing?”
“It is,” I say, but it’s not just the smell of the shampoo.
It’s this. All of this. For the first time in my life, I feel like everything is going the way I want.
I have a woman I’m crazy about. Even though senior account executive might not be in the near future, I feel like I’m out of the rut I was in with my job.
And standing up to my parents and putting some distance between myself and them?
I’ve felt twenty pounds lighter since I hung up that phone today.
Yes, it’s like I got everything I wanted for Christmas, and none of it is what I asked for.
“God, that feels so good.” Her words come out in a moan. “Even when we’re back in Nashville and not in a hotel, can you still do this?”
I feel his hands come down to my shoulders, rubbing and kneading the tense muscles. “The day I turn down a shower with you is the day I forget how to breathe.”
I turn her around, continuing to massage her head as I rinse out the soap, taking in every second of beauty and relaxation on Kat’s face.
When it’s all rinsed out, I can’t help myself from kissing her.
She’s an absolute vision right now. Our lips are hungry for each other, and before long, I feel her hands running down my chest, heading to where I want her to touch me more than I want anything right now.
“Already hard for me?” she asks as she wraps both hands around me.
“For you? Always.”
Not wanting to be left out of the fun, I take both of her tits in each of my hands, rubbing them together as the water falls off of them.
Our eyes are locked. The heat passing through them is palpable.
It’s more than just want. It’s more than giving each other the release we know the other can provide.
This is true connection. Something that you don’t find every day. Something you find randomly, on a Thursday night, with a woman wearing an ugly Christmas sweater.
Something you find once—if you’re lucky—in this lifetime.
“Turn around,” I say, but not before sucking on her nipple quickly and letting go with a pop. Except when I do, I realize that we’re in the shower, and since I didn’t plan on her coming in with me, I didn’t bring in a condom. “Fuck, “I don’t have a—”
She puts a finger to my lips. “I’m clean. I have an IUD. And I trust you.”
The last admission hits me square in the chest. “I promise, I am too. And I’ve never not used one.”
I watch in awe as Kat does what I ask, turning herself around, holding onto the wall of the shower, bending over to the perfect angle for me to slide right into her. “Then take me, Grayson. Just us.”
I’m a bull seeing red. Between her delicious ass waiting for me, her eyes looking at me over her shoulder, begging me to take her, I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to.
“Just us,” I grit out, stroking myself one last time before I line myself up at her, sliding in with so much ease that the sound that I let out isn’t human.
“Holy fuck, Kat,” I say, quickly becoming overwhelmed at the feel of her against my bare cock. “You feel so fucking good.”
“You always do,” she says, bending over a little more for me. “Yes, right there.”
My hands are gripping her waist as I drive into her—the screams she’s making are enough to send me over the edge, but I won’t.
I force back my orgasm, not ready for this scene to end quite yet.
But what I do want to happen is watch from this angle as Kat comes apart, and I know just what will send her there.
“Grayson! Ah!”
The scream is loud enough to travel through our room and down the hallway as I rub on her clit, already having memorized exactly how she likes to be touched there and what button to push to send her into orbit.
“Fuck, fuck!” she yells as she slams back into me just as hard as I’m driving into her. “Ah!”
The scream is deafening, and frankly, if that’s the last sound I ever hear, I’ll die a happy man.
Kat is shaking from the orgasm, and my arms wrap around her to hold her still.
In watching her completely come apart, I don’t realize until it’s too late that I’m following behind her, my balls tightening before I feel my orgasm explode inside of me.
My hands are digging into her hips, desperate to hold onto her as I spill myself inside her. Thank God there’s a shower seat in here, which is what Kat’s using now to hold herself up, both of us about ready to collapse.
“What are you doing to me?” she asks with stuttering breaths as I slowly pull myself of her, my chest collapsing on her back.
“I was going to ask you the same thing.”
I don’t know what this is—whether it’s love or lust or like, or a combination of those.
But I know it’s special. Rare. That if I don’t hold onto this, I might not ever find something like this again.
And it’s why I have no plans on letting go.