Chapter 8 Aspen
Aspen
What the fuck is my brother doing kissing the girl of my dreams? Or should I say, what the fuck is the girl of my dreams doing kissing my brother? It was her block.
The words feel like they’re punching me in the chest. My heart is a fucking drumbeat, furious and heavy in my ears. I can’t even think straight. I’m shaking, but I can’t look away. Why can’t I just look away?
I’m furious, I’m livid, my skin is boiling, turning red.
My anxiety is going through the roof. I’ve never wanted to look away from a kiss more so than at this exact moment, but Genevieve makes it impossible.
She’s staring me down while she has her tongue in my brother’s mouth, like she has a personal vendetta against me.
Everest and Genevieve are practically kissing over the table, getting in everyone’s way. I just can’t tell if anyone else notices her looking at me or not.
I sure as hell notice.
Our eyes are locked; hers are full of rage, mine are full of fury. The audacity of my fucking brother. He took what’s supposed to be mine.
I’m possessive of her. I have been from the moment I saw her.
All I want to do is rip her off my brother and punch him in the face, then kiss that last kiss off of her.
This way, I can show her who’s in charge.
The kiss ends and Everest doesn’t sit back down.
No, he stands next to what’s mine, like a dog marking its territory.
His arm goes around her, but it’s wrong, doesn’t look right.
It’s not where I belong. I should be the one beside her, my arm around her waist. I bet she smells like vanilla, fresh and sweet.
I pull out another block and everyone looks at me like I’m the devil for doing such a thing.
“Hey it’s not your turn, silly,” one of the girls says to me. She’s drunk already, I can tell. She opens another beer anyway. I ignore her.
I turn over the wooden block and read what it says. It says, “Chicks drink” but I don’t care. I say aloud, “kiss someone.”
Genevieve freezes, eyes glued to mine, waiting for who I’ll choose, especially since I didn’t choose her last time.
But that’s only because I didn’t want our first kiss to be forced and in front of everyone.
She probably thinks I won’t pick her again, but right now, I don’t care about that shit.
I just want her lips on mine and to never touch my brother’s again.
So I walk right up to her, grab my brother’s wrist, yank his arm off of her, and kiss her like she’s mine.
At first I was so worked up just trying to kiss her, but now that I am, I can’t believe it. I’m actually kissing her. Her lips are luscious like silk, and plump like pillows.
Her mouth on mine feels amazing, like our lips were always supposed to be touching. She tastes like tequila and beer, a new combo for me, but I’ll take it. If it’s her, I’ll take anything. I pull away and admire her features.
Her cupid’s bow makes her lips shaped like a perfect heart. It almost looks like she got lip filler done. Maybe she did, maybe she didn’t. I take it she’s the type of girl who is just this beautiful naturally.
And her eyes. They’re like fresh dewy grass, glistening in the light. It’s like Monet’s water lilies. Their beauty is unreal. She’s unreal.
The only way I know this is real is because of the kiss. If that kiss was fake, then I’m drugged and in a deep sleep. If that’s the case, I hope I never wake up.
“Really bro, you just had to take my girl?” Everest asks like the dumb fuck he is. The audacity. He knows she’s mine. I’m about to say something about it, but Genevieve beats me to the punch.
“Excuse me, I’m no one’s girl. You guys are just here for fun,” she says, though it’s slurred.
Good for her. Except, she just made me more attracted to her by saying that. She may not think she’s mine now, but I’ll show her. Because, she is in fact, already mine.
Everest laughs.
I lean into his ear and whisper, “Bro, please lay off. I met her yesterday and I think this could go somewhere.”
Everest is a piece of shit, but he’s a good brother. If I tell him how I really feel, he’ll back off.
“Okay,” he says, holding up his arms in the shape of a field goal to surrender.
I know I’m gonna owe him for this, but I don’t care. She’s worth it.
Everest slumps into his seat and I turn my body back to Genevieve.
“So Genevieve, do you think I can get to know you some more?” I ask her.
She blushes, “Sure, let’s move over to the couch,” she says it in a whisper, so no one else can hear us.
She grabs my hand and when she does, my body goes numb. My hand grabs hers back and I let her lead me to the couch. The alcohol is giving me a bit of confidence, I’m not gonna lie. Otherwise, I’d be shaking in my boots.
We take a seat on the brown leather couch, grabbing our beers as we go. I don’t want this to be awkward, so I start the conversation.
“So, you’re the girl who got in my way,” I say sarcastically.
She laughs. It’s a beautiful laugh. Her smile lights up the room.
“Your way?” She asks, “You had every chance to move!”
I love the sound of her voice.
“My goggles fell off when I did my flip. They covered my eyes and I couldn’t see anything until you were right in front of me,” I explain, hoping that won’t make me sound like an idiot.
“That makes more sense, here I am thinking you either suck at snowboarding or just like running into women for fun.”
Me? Suck at snowboarding? I’m not an idiot. I’m trying to go pro and I know I’m damn good at it. But when she laughs and calls me out, it stings. I can't show it though. I can’t let her see me flinch. I just laugh it off.
“I was just practicing my flips. Now I know to hold on to my goggles,” I admit, “Do you snowboard?”
“No, but I ski,” she says matter of factly, “I mean, I pizza the whole way down, but I still ski.”
That makes me laugh. This girl is funny. I like her sense of humor.
“Hey, no shame in pizzaing. If you make it down the mountain in one piece, that’s all that really matters.”
“True. Except Lana doesn’t like skiing, so we aren’t skiing on this trip. Just here for the spa and scenery,” she says.
I laugh, “Who stays at a ski resort in the beautiful Rocky Mountains and doesn’t ski?”
“I guess me,” she says, giggling.
Yeah, I guess she does. But this is my chance.
“I could always teach you how to snowboard if you want. Some say it’s easier than skiing,” I offer.
She looks at me with a wandering eye. Is there something on my face? I try to play it cool, “I could show you how to ride the mountain.”
“Or I could ride that mountain,” she says, pointing down at my dick.
My face reddens instantly, like a stovetop. I’m overcome with embarrassment. I can’t figure this girl out. She looked all cute and innocent until I actually started hearing her speak. I can’t believe she just said that to my face.
I let out a nervous chuckle. I wonder if she’s already a little drunk or is already this blunt and feisty. I’m guessing a little bit of both.
“Okay sweetheart, go ahead,” I say, playing along with her game.
She bites her bottom lip, torturing me in the process. Just that action is turning me on. She’s just asking to be kissed - such a dirty girl. I take a sip of my beer and lean in.
I start with a soft kiss, then deepen it, like I’m trying to examine her mouth.
I suck on her bottom lip like a bottom feeder.
It’s like I’m sucking the juices out of a juicy pear.
She goes to pull away, but I bite harder into her flesh, pulling her back.
Her bottom lip is tender in my mouth, so I kiss it softly to make it better, then let her go.
“Wow,” is all she manages.
“Yeah… wow,” I say back. I feel my dick harden. But I can’t cave yet, there are other people here. I can’t just rip off her clothes and fuck her until she’s seeing stars, like I want to. I have some respect.
I look around the room and see the other two girls here making out with their boyfriends, but everyone else is missing. I hear cheering. The rest of the guys must be outside with Lana. I don’t know where else they’d be.
I nod towards the back door and grab Genevieve’s hand to follow me out the door.
My eyes do a double take. Everyone has managed to get drunk enough that they are in the hot tub doing shots off of Lana’s tits.
She’s in the middle of the hot tub in a bikini, and the four other guys - two of them being my brother and roommate - are just wearing boxers.
It looks like the making of a porno film.
“Lana! What are you doing?” Genevieve shouts.
“Having fun! Come join!” Lana slurs with a can of beer in her hand and a shot glass resting between her boobs. I’m guessing it’s filled with tequila.
Genevieve gives me a look, like she’s debating it. Her eyes play ping pong between me and her friend in the hot tub. Then, without warning, they land on me—and they look thirsty. She looks like she’s undressing me with her eyes.
She looks back at her friend, “You have fun, Lana, but I’m gonna head to bed.”
Then, she looks at me and winks.
“Party pooper!” Lana whines back.
Then, I follow Genevieve inside. She takes my arm and leads me to the bedroom. I just know, when I leave, I won’t be the same. This woman just looks like her vagina changes lives, but I’m ready.
She closes the door, making the room mostly dark, apart from the moon shining in from the window. The space feels like a hideaway from the outside world and Gen is my safe haven. We’re shy at first, but we let the alcohol work up the courage for us.
“So, are you going to show me how to ride that mountain?” She asks with such apprehension.
“Are you scared to learn, Snowflake? Or are you ready?”
Her eyes widen and she looks up at me with a smirk.
“I’m ready,” She says. I give her a small nudge so she sits back on the bed.
“Okay then,” I say. Then, I bend down to her ear, one hand on the bed, the other on her inner thigh and whisper, “Open your legs for me, let’s see how ready you really are.”
I get down on my knees and lick my lips.