Chapter Thirteen
River
I’d been stunned to find the device I counted on malfunctioned. My injury already threatened to keep me from action for the rest of the season. A pregnancy would do the same to next season. Then, of course, a baby would limit my travels. I might as well just call my skiing done and become a stay-at-home dad. Not that it wasn’t a good gig, just that I’d spent a lot of time working on my ranking and I wasn’t ready to give that up.
Also, my complete lack of connection with the alphas I had come into contact with before this blizzard had led me to believe a baby…a family was beyond my reach. So, I’d set my sights on being the best at my job and making that enough.
I couldn’t let a few days snowed into my family cabin with a hot author lead me to believe I was walking toward a happily ever after. So, the pang I’d felt at learning the device malfunction was unlikely to lead to pregnancy had just been instinct.
Outside the window, snow continued to fall, meaning our interlude continued at least for the time being. Forrest’s hand still lay on my hard cock. I’d put it there, but he closed his fist on his own, squeezing and releasing in a slow building rhythm that had me rocking my hips in sync. I reached for him, but he batted my hands away. “About you, this time.”
“Can’t it be about both of us?” But I propped up on my elbows, fixated on what he did to me, on the smooth strokes Forrest bestowed, long fingers flexing, the squeeze at the bottom each time. Like riding waves of rising pleasure. I’d never experienced anything like it before. Usually, alphas wanted to receive pleasure, and what they gave they gave for their own benefit.
Or maybe that was just the ones I’d met. Forrest was constantly showing me a different way to be an alpha. It was going to be very difficult to walk away.
“Relax and enjoy, River,” he ordered, and I dropped onto my back in compliance with his command. “Close your eyes.”
My lids fluttered closed, and all my attention came to pinprick focus on his hand on my dick. His fingers finding all the pressure points that drove me higher. His…his warm mouth closing over the head and sucking lightly then moving lower taking more of me in.
Forrest’s tongue laved my shaft then retreated, his teeth scraping the skin in a way that sent shudders down my spine and back up again. Heat and suction, stroking and nipping and his palm cupping my balls. Balls tightening under his touch to send semen surging upward.
My last alpha had a dislike for swallowing my cum—although he preferred I swallow his—but before I could warn Forrest I was close, my cum was pouring down his throat. I opened my eyes to watch him swallow every drop with no sign of retreat or displeasure. When he’d taken all I had to give, he crawled up beside me and tucked me close. This time, we lay facing one another. The snowfall deadened any outside sound, and our breathing sounded loud. I reached for Forrest, wanting to return the favor, but he batted my hand away and held me tighter.
“Later, River. I just want to hold you.” His cock, jutting against my leg, might disagree with that, but I was almost as happy to be held if that would give him pleasure. It was an unusual feeling. Usually, I held some level of resentment at serving, but with Forrest, I wanted to serve, to give…to make him happy. The slightest hint of a smile drove me to try harder.
What did this mean?
Gradually, Forrest’s breathing evened out, but he still held me close, creating a safe, warm space even in his sleep. My leg ached only a little now, probably healing better since I’d stopped doing things my way and eased up as the doctors suggested. And this strong, kind man insisted. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but awareness of him filled my thoughts. If only things were different. If it was a few years from now when I’d achieved more in my field, I could maybe afford to take some time off. To get married. To have a child.
But he’d said nothing to indicate he even wanted any of those things with me. It was just my fantasies running away from me. I should regard this time as what it was, a gift. Some days out of the reality of life for both of us. If only he didn’t smell so good. If his arms weren’t so strong, his heart so good.
I knew that much already.
Perhaps the universe sent him my way to renew my faith in alphas. Surely, he couldn’t be the only “good” one. The only one who might accept me for who I am instead of making me feel like I was a bad omega who didn’t know his place. There had to be others out there like him. But I didn’t want others. I couldn’t tell him, couldn’t make him feel guilty for my falling in love. It wasn’t his fault if he was perfect for me.
A tear slid down my cheek and onto the pillow. I loved my career. Flying down the mountainside at breakneck speed controlled only by my skill. Cheering crowds, trophies, the ability to earn a living doing what I loved.
Not many were so fortunate.
So why did my chest ache so?
Forrest murmured something and rolled away from me and I followed, nuzzling his back, my arm around his waist tightly enough he grunted. I didn’t know how long we had together, but not more than a few days, certainly.
We faced the window now, where the flakes fell softly, no longer battering the glass. Pretty, delicate in the moonlight that had broken through the clouds. It could pick up again, could hold us here longer, but my years of snow sports had given me a weather sense that said by morning it would stop. By afternoon the roads would be clear.
By the next day, I’d be alone again.