Page 36 of Frost Bitten
Her sweet lips reach up, and I know with that kiss that my lips will never touch another – this is truly home.
SEVENTEEN
DOM
Saturday night was interesting. Something was up with Cait, but I couldn’t tell what. She seemed high, but knowing the guys, they don’t deal with that, so I doubt they would be that close to her if she was into that scene. Corey and Bast seemed to have an inside joke, so that probably included whatever was going on with her.
We get up early Sunday, and I send the guys for training again. The night before didn’t end up as late as I originally expected, so we all agreed to head out around the normal, mid-afternoon time frame. While Cait and I are waiting for the guys to join us after their warm-up run, she does bring up something that surprises me.
“So, I hope it’s ok, but Corey invited me on your Thanksgiving trip.” She pauses, her eyes searching for a reaction from me without shifting her own, but I don’t relent. “He said it was to your personal cabin, and while I told him the same that I told you about this weekend, I wanted to check with you, just to make sure. I mean, I didn’t want me showing up to be a surprise.”
Fucking hell. I can’t say no, but a day and a half near her, her gorgeous smile and lithe body in my face were hard enough… Can I last four days? But Corey already invited her, so I can’t necessarily say no, can I?
“I mean, yeah, I guess that’s ok. We hadn’t talked in detail about our plans, so I guess when we chat tomorrow, we can all confirm. It would have to be okay with Bast and Cam, too, though.”
A soft sigh escapes her as we unload the guys’ boards from the golf cart. “I totally understand that. I guess I’ll still check with Mom tonight, and I can confirm with one of the guys after you all talk tomorrow.” She doesn’t even sound disappointed at my reluctance, so I’m not sure what to make of her reaction. When the guys finally join us, she beams up at Corey and gives Bast a wink. She even encourages Cam, wishing him luck on hitting that Crippler today that he’s been working on.
As soon as they all lock into a binding on their board, Cam moves to head over to the halfpipe, offering a quick smile and a nod in her direction. As Bast and Corey move over toward the chairlift, I’m still confused by Cam’s gesture. What was that? But Cait quickly grabs my arm, pulling me to catch up with the other guys. It is then that I realize she istouchingme. Like, in a friendly, familiar way. I glance down at her gloved hand on the arm of my jacket and then back up to her smiling face, and I realize that I’m actually ok with this. More than ok, in fact. I see Corey turn back and grin at us over his shoulder, and my mind begins to spin. What is happening?
Once we get to the lift, I take advantage of Corey pulling Cait in with him on the chairlift, and my ride up the mountain with Bast is relatively quiet. I’m assuming he sees something in my expression that piques his interest enough because halfway up, he questions me.
“So…?”
I turn at his one-word inquiry, and the uncertainty in my eyes communicates what I can’t verbalize in-depth, but I still attempt to explain my state of mind.
“I don’t get what’s going on. Did something change since yesterday? Cait seems more, I don’t know,alive.Her smile was blinding this morning, and she was even friendly with Cam. And what was that with her dragging me to the lift?”
His smirk tells me he knows something, but he won’t tell me, for whatever reason.
“I mean, I know that she’s definitely with Corey. And maybe you? Corey has said explicitly that he doesn’t mind if I try something with her, but I don’t know. I’ve never shared someone before.”
“Hmm.”Damn it,I give him an internal eye roll. He can be too quiet sometimes.
“What are your thoughts about that?” I need to know where he stands before I even consider it.
“Well, yeah, I’m dating her too. Corey and I… we’re getting along with sharing her, for the time being. And, well, I see no issue with you or Cam dating her either because we’re all always together, anyway.”
Well then. I fall silent at his admission to sharing her with Corey. Contemplating everything, including that they all shared a room last night… Is that what today was about? Why she was acting differently? Did they both fuck her into another dimension last night? She was ridiculously giggly at dinner but then used the excuse that she wasn’t used to snowboarding as an excuse to go to bed. Did they take her back to the room, and then both take her body together? Why is that what I’m thinking about?
Fuck. I need to get my mind together. It’s going to be a long day if I don’t. As we dismount from the chairlift, I shake the thoughts out of my head. I’ll need a clear mind if I’m to be spending the rest of the day with her, babysitting while the guys train. It’s funny, they insisted she could be by herself, but when she asked me yesterday to guide her to the right trails, I was a sucker for punishment by offering to walk her through each one. I guess I really am in over my head with her.
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By the time I get home that night, I’m beat. I quickly throw one of the meals I prepped mid last week into the microwave while I unpack. I gather my laundry for the service that picks everything up on Mondays and then devour a plate of grilled salmon, steamed vegetables, and seasoned cauliflower rice. That is one thing I try to do – stay on the same diet regimen I require of the boys. I feel that it reminds me of what they are eating, and keeps me mindful of my own body and how it’s reacting. I can’t lose track of guiding them if I’m going through the same training.
Once I’ve eaten and cleaned up, I head to my living room and break my laptop out on the coffee table. I need to finalize some documents for the store this week, and there’s no better time than the present, since I’m nowhere near ready for bed. I start pulling the documents up, but as I’m going through the calendar, my mind keeps returning to Cait. What she’s doing this week, if she’ll be joining us. I can’t even get the documents sent to the right folders in my email because I’m starting to wonder who will bring her to my cabin on Thursday.
I sit back, clearing my head of all work thoughts. If she’s in my head, there is no way I’ll be able to get those documents assigned correctly. I’d be better off waiting till she’s not dominating my thoughts.Dominating. Huh.That’s been creeping into my head recently, as well. The fact that I had a daydream the night of the bonfire of her submitting to me hasn’t been lost on me, and it might be something I need to explore. What about her being at my mercy turns me on so much?
I’m definitely not into making sex painful. If she needed it, I might be able to adjust, but it’s not something I’m into. I just want to make her happy. Take care of her. Fulfill her every need, in bed and out. I feel that’s why I volunteered to supply her with snowboarding gear. I let her use the board I save for my sister when she visits because no way in hell was I allowing her to rent one. But honestly, if Cait would’ve allowed it, I would’ve just gotten one for her. She looked spectacular in the outfit, and the smile on her face as she refreshed her boarding skills was pure heaven. I had the biggest smile watching her adjust to the board, but hearing her whoop with joy as she finished her first run – made me feel good that I was able to outfit her for the trip.
I grin, thinking about putting her in those clothes. Would she ever allow me to dress her? Undress her? I let my head drop back with a groan as my dick throbs and jerks at the thought. Slowly pulling clothes from her body, treating her like a queen,god fucking dammit.My cock is now hard as steel at the idea of being able to strip her down and bathe her in a warm bath. Why the hell do I do this to myself?
Fuck, I’m going to need to jerk off just to get it to go down in order to even sleep. There is no way I’ll be able to avoid a painful case of blue balls if I don’t. Hmm…
I pick up my phone, pull up the popular free porn site, and search “pink hair sub,” hoping something will satisfy my needs. Once I find one that looks ridiculously like Cait, I stream it to my laptop and set my phone back down on the table. As the video starts to play, I strip off my shirt and fling it toward my bedroom. I’ll pick that up later.
The video begins with the chick lying on a bed and reaching for a dick. She fucking worships that dick with her mouth, softly moaning and panting with each slurp and suck. As she swallows his cock, I can’t help but see Cait’s face and imagine feeling her mouth on my own dick. The guy’s whispered words of praise only encourage her ravenous behavior, devouring that dick and literally choking on him. I groan and shove down my shorts, freeing my own hard-as-steel cock. I grasp it, needing to get a literal grip on my hormones.
