I'm in my own world as I huddle over a map of the mountains, attempting to figure out which way is North. Sadly I've never been very good with maps, always relying on my phone to get me places.
"Savannah?" A voice calls and I glance up, eyes immediately falling on Brett as he makes his way towards me.
"Oh Brett!" I exclaim, "Hi!"
"You okay?" He asks, pointing to the table in front of me.
"Yeah, just trying to figure out what to do this afternoon." I gesture towards the map.
"Where's Elle?"
"Elle and Danny went to a kids club and Alex is in the gym." I explain.
"Well then, spend it with me." He replies bluntly. Is he serious?
"What?" I splutter, "No!"
"Why not?" He shrugs. Is he crazy?
"Because..." I trail off. I literally don't even know what to say but I know that spending time with him is not something I should start doing. It's slippery slope with Brett Winters...
"I have nothing to do either." He announces and I bite my lip.
"I really can't..."
"Why not?" He butts in. This is a bad idea. In the history of bad ideas, this probably comes in at a strong second after the time Becky brought two guys home because she couldn't decide which one she wanted, and they ended up making out with each other in our kitchen.
"I..." I trail off, my brain unable to come up with a suitable excuse.
"Come on." He encourages, smiling at me, "You have nothing else to do. I'll throw you over my shoulder if you resist." He smirks and I roll my eyes.
"Really?"
"You doubt me?" He dares, taking a step towards me.
"Okay okay!" I surrender, holding my hands up. "I'll come." This really is going to backfire on you Savannah. "Where are we going?" I ask, standing up as he turns away.
"For a walk." He grins, glancing at me as we make our way out of the hotel. I smile at the answer, hoping he knows his way around, the unhelpful map having been left behind on the table.
He leads us around the side of the building, heading straight for a small pathway in the side of the mountain. I follow blindly, my Winter boots sinking into the snow as I walk and I thank my lucky stars for Becky's mass shopping spree to 'prepare me' for this trip.
I gaze around as we walk at the white topped mountains. I'm in absolute awe, unable to form words to describe their incredible pure beauty. This is nature at its finest, and I love it.
We walk for around half hour in a comfortable silence, him turning every now and again to make sure I'm still there. He reaches out for my hand to help me up the occasional steps as we go and I enjoy the peace, glancing around at the snow covered trees, the blazing sun that's slowly dipping in the sky. I never want this walk to end.
"Look." Brett finally speaks, pointing ahead. I squint my eyes, able to make out a tiny log cabin in the distance.
"Is that... a cabin?" I ask and he grins, gesturing for me to follow. My feet continue to move behind him, curious about the tiny cabin in the woods, halfway up a mountain. When we get closer I feel my grin widen as he glances back at me. This was always part of the Alaskan Christmas dream - a tiny, cosy cabin tucked away in the middle of nowhere, covered in snow.
Brett digs a key out of his pocket and opens the door, holding it for me to enter. Eyes wide I step in, glancing around as he shuts the door behind us.
"What do you think?" He asks, gesturing around at the small open plan cabin. The tiny kitchen in the back corner is right next to a small table with two chairs. A yellow couch sits against the right hand wall, bookshelves flanking either side. As I look to the left a large white bed comes into view, the largest piece of furniture in here.
"Do you own it?"
"No!" He replies, "The resort let it out as the honeymoon suite."
"Why are we here?"
"You wanted to walk and I... I just thought it was a beautiful place to show you." He smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets. I take a step forward, glancing around once more as I nod continuously, trying to talk myself out of what I know I'm about to do.
Becky would be proud.
He brought me here, to this cabin, on my own. I haven't had sex in over six months and here is an absolute Greek God, standing in front of me in a private cabin. Hell to all the consequences - who even gives a shit about our history? It's Christmas and this girl wants to give herself a present!
Turning back to face him he smiles once more, causing my insides to turn to jelly.
"Do you like it..." He barely finishes before I slam my lips against his, smashing his back into the door of the cabin. His arms immediately curl around my waist, gripping onto it as though he's worried I'll disappear. I angle my head to the side, allowing him deeper access into my mouth, both of us clearly ready for this. I grab hold of his face, desperate to feel his lips on mine, the adrenaline causing jolts of anticipation to rush through me.
I've had sex since Brett and I were together. I've been with different men, hell it's been five years, what do you expect? But I've never found the same level of excitement with anyone else, not to mention the pleasure has never been as intense.
Right now I have the opportunity to give myself this pleasure, to treat myself once more to his playboy ways. And you're damn right if you think I'm taking it.
"What...?" He breathes out, pulling my face away from his slightly.
"Don't tell me this isn't what you want."
"I... I always want... with you..." He trails off, "But this isn't why I brought you here..."
"I don't care." I mutter, trailing my hands down from his face and over his chest, watching him swallow, shutting his eyes as my hands hover over his trousers.
"Sav..."
"I'll stop if you want me to." I whisper, undoing a button and using my other hand to press against his hardness through the material. I'll probably regret this tomorrow.
"Damn it!" He curses, his hands grabbing onto my thighs and picking me up, his lips descending on mine once more as I wrap my legs around him, pressing my pelvis against him.
He walks us over to the bright couch and sits down with me straddling him, our lips never parting. Letting go of my thighs he lightly trails his fingers up before they slowly lift up my top, the feeling of his fingers against my bare skin causing me to shiver with desire. Pulling it over my head he discards it onto the floor as I return the favor, reaching down and grabbing his top, tearing it over his head so fast that he probably has whiplash.
His hands trail over my white lacy bra and I thank the heavens that I didn't chuck my plain boring one on today. He gently palms my breasts and I let my head fall back in ecstasy, leaning my chest further into him. My bra pops open quickly, his hands making light work of the front clasp. I barely have time to glance down at him before his mouth covers them, his tongue working its magic, causing my pants to pool with the wetness that I only achieve around him.
"Brett..." I moan out as one of his hands grabs onto my ass, pulling me further into him as I grind down, dry humping him like there's no tomorrow. I'm thrown back to college, thrown back to when he used to worship my body and give it what it craves.
I finally look down at him, into his gorgeous blue eyes as we continue to move. This is intimate, far more intimate than I wanted it to be, both of us staring at each other's emotions, but I don't dare look away, the depth only heightening the electricity between us.
His hand suddenly cups my sex, making me gasp out loud.
"You like that?" He asks, gently rubbing.
"Yes!" I breathe out, my head thrown back as he quickly grabs hold of the top of my pants, undoing them and slipping his hand down, under my underwear. A sudden flick of my clit and then two of his fingers are inside me, pumping in and out as fast as he can. "Fuck!" I exclaim, eyes rolling into the back of my head at the pleasure. He continues ferociously, lowering his mouth to my nipple and twirling his tongue around it. I come apart on his fingers with a loud exhale of pleasure and he slowly extracts them, our lips smashing back together.
Pulling away I stand up and pull my pants and underwear off, leaving me bare as I stand in front of him. The confidence I have around Brett is like nothing I feel with anyone else, but then maybe it's because of the way he makes me feel, his eyes pinned on me right now like I'm some sort of Goddess.
"Take off your clothes." I demand in a low voice. He smirks before standing up quickly, and pulling his pants off. I let my eyes slowly rake over his muscular body before I reach up and lightly shove his shoulders, pushing him back down onto the couch. I quickly straddle him once more, his pupils blown at the current situation, his excitement obvious from the moment he sprung free from his confining clothing. Reaching down I grab hold of his length and he hisses at the contact. Wasting no time I raise myself up, angling him towards me as I move closer. He grabs onto my waist, his breathing heavy as I begin to lower myself down on him.
"We need... a condom..." He manages to get out.
"I'm on the pill." I retort and he grins, his lips reaching up and claiming mine as I sink down fully, his length inside me, stretching me for all I'm worth. His hands tighten on my waist, digging in as I hold onto his shoulders, pulling myself up and then sinking back down, the sensations shooting through me like a drug filling my veins. I'm an addict, getting my fill and then I'll be satisfied.
His hands move around to cup my breasts as I speed up, his lips descending onto my neck as I lean back slightly, hands still on him to push myself up and down. We continue as our highs begin to build, his hands and lips exploring my upper body as I take full advantage of this position, riding him my own way.
"I'm gonna..." I breathe out and his clutch on me tightens, his hands gripping me and helping me to move up and down faster.
"Do it." He mutters, "Cum for me baby!" He urges, and I finally let go, riding out my high as he lets out a loud moan, spilling inside of me from his own release.
My head falls onto his shoulder as I attempt to catch my breath, his arms circling around me and holding me against him. Pulling back I smile and he immediately grabs hold of my head, lowering my lips to meet his. It's a deep, sensual kiss and I savor every second of it - the last one I ever plan on allowing myself to have.
Eventually I pull away and ungracefully dismount him, standing up and grabbing hold of my underwear, pulling them on before turning to see him pulling his own back on.
"That was..." He trails off.
"Yeah." I confirm, reaching over and grazing my hands over his torso once more, looking up into his entrancing eyes. Suddenly his phone starts ringing and he curses, reaching down and digging it out of his pocket.
"Yeah?" He answers, eyebrows furrowed as I stand in front of him, unable to stop myself from tracing my fingers down his torso, noting the new ink that covers his chest. I like it.
"Wait, what?" Brett's entire body tenses and I stop, my hand dropping away as I glance up at him, "We're stuck here?" Wait! I'm sorry, what? "Yeah, I understand. Bye."
"What is it?" I ask, grabbing hold of my vest top and sweater, pulling them over my head.
"There's been too much snow fall." He explains, "We're stuck in the cabin overnight." He finishes. Is he serious? Wow Savannah, you've really fucked up this time.
"This is so messed up." I moan, falling back down onto the couch. "I never should have agreed to come out here."
"Why did you?" He retorts, staring down at me.
"Bit of fun." I shrug.
"Is that all I am to you?"
"These days, yeah."
"I miss the days when it was more than that." He admits, smirking slightly before he turns away, walking over towards the other chair.
"It's been five years Brett."
"Doesn't mean I've forgotten."
"I've seen the press." I snort, "You had a girlfriend."
"Yeah." He shrugs as he sits down, facing me, "You gonna tell me you haven't had a boyfriend since?"
"No." I admit, before falling further back into the couch. Why did I ever let myself get wrapped up in Becky's ridiculous suggestion? This should have been a quick session and then I would go back to the resort and forget I'd ever seen him.
Out of sight, out of mind.
"I wasn't over the limit." Brett's voice tears me out of my thoughts.
"What?" I exclaim, eyebrows furrowing. What is he on about?
"The accident." He says softly, "I hadn't drunk enough to be over the limit." He continues, "Someone crashed into me and left me to fly into the wall."
"What?" I blurt out, eyes wide. "I never even..." I falter, the new information not stifling the problem. "You still shouldn't have driven."
"I know." He nods his head, "Believe me, I know." He mutters, placing his head in his hands. We descend into silence once more and I glance down, fiddling with my sleeve. He's sorry, I know he is. I also know, somehow, that he would never do it again. It's one of those moments in life where you make a split decision, one that will define the rest of your life. It would be my biggest regret too.
"So you left your Father's business?" I ask, changing the subject.
"As soon as I could." He smiles before looking over at me curiously, "Why haven't you quit your job if you hate it so much?"
"I don't even know what I want to do, so I'm stuck there." I smirk.
"That's shit."
"Yeah." I reply, "I guess I'll head to bed." I mutter, standing up.
"Okay." He nods, "I'll take the couch."
"Don't be silly. There's enough room for the two of us in the bed." I find myself saying without actually thinking it through.
"You sure?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Yeah." I shrug. It's not his fault we're stuck here, despite the fact that he suggested it. There's no need for him to sleep there when there's a perfectly big enough bed for both of us.
Making my way over I glance down at the crisp white linen. I am exhausted! Quickly ripping my pants back off my legs I get under the covers, heart hammering against my chest at the thought of someone sleeping beside me. It's been so long, and it's him!
Gazing up at the wooden ceiling I bite my lip, feeling the bed dip down beside me as he gets in. I fix my eyes on one wooden slat above, trying to analyse every knot in the wood, every minuscule detail, anything to keep my mind off the fact that the Devil is in bed next to me.
It's pretty impossible, I can see out of the corner of my eyes that he is also looking up at the roof. I let my head fall towards him and take in his conflicted expression, his hands that are balled into fists at his side. His body is underneath the covers, a thought that sends a flurry of excitement through my lower regions. If I move slightly I can hook my leg over his and start something that I may regret.
"Brett..." I breathe out and that's it, both of our resolve's broken, him turning and grabbing hold of my body, pulling me into him.
His hands are in my hair, fisting it, holding my face against his as we devour each other. I raise a leg up, looping it over his hip and around him. With one sudden movement I use it to pull his lower body flush against mine, letting out an uncontrollable moan at the feel of his hardness against me, a flurry of lust taking over me.
He groans into my mouth, one hand clutching the side of my face, the other still in my hair.
"Wait..." He says breathlessly, scooting back a bit. "We can't."
"What?" I exhale, "Why...?
"I can't do this again." He mutters and I shake my head.
"Brett..."
"You left me Savannah." He reminds me and I scoot back slightly, staring at him with a crestfallen expression. "I fucked up I know." He admits, his eyes sorrowful, "I'll always regret what I did." He continues, "But you left."
"I had to." I snap and his head falls slightly.
"I know." He admits before lying his head back on his pillow and turning away from me.
"Brett..." I try once more.
"We had our time Sav." He declares and I inhale a sharp breath, lying my own head back on the pillow and turning away from him. "I'm sorry." He says softly. "You deserve the world. Find a man who will give you that." He finishes and I grimace into the pillow, a lone tear escaping my eye at the rejection.
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I'm back!! Part Three, let's do this!!!
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