Chapter 19

Sarah

On Monday, I wake up to the smell of coffee and toast, and I know Graham is in the little kitchen, cooking. When I get up to open the curtain, dim light spills into the room, and it’s clear outside. It’s stopped snowing.

This is a good sign. I don’t know how long it’s let up for — hopefully, it’s had some time to soften and melt away.

“Are we going to tag team this every morning?” I ask when I walk into the kitchen after I’m dressed.

Graham laughs, his back still turned to me. I’ve gotten used to the sound, being with him constantly, and it’s one of my favorite sounds.

“We’ll have to see who wakes up first tomorrow.”

I look at the windows next to the TV. “Do you think we’ll still be here tomorrow? It stopped snowing.”

Graham piles toast on a plate and comes to me to hand me a cup of coffee.

“I don’t think we’ll be able to leave today,” he says. “The snow is still very deep, and the sun hasn’t been out long enough to make a difference.”

My heart sinks a little. “What are we doing to do?” I ask. “It’s Christmas Eve.”

Usually, I go to Monica’s house, and the four of us have a little Christmas dinner together. So, we’d planned do the same this Christmas. Or at least, that was the plan.

“We’ll have to make something of it here,” Graham says. “I didn’t exactly prepare for a Christmas dinner when I did the grocery shopping, but I’m sure we can whip up something.”

I nod. I guess we don’t have much of a choice. I don’t mind spending more time with Graham — the more I get to know him, the more I like him. It’s safe to say that I’m falling for him. Hard. But I want to spend Christmas with my family. I want to go somewhere familiar, somewhere that feels more like home.

I’m eternally grateful for Graham and the cabin he lets me use. I won’t forget his hospitality and kindness. And I enjoy spending a lot of time with him. But I’m starting to get a little homesick. For someone who doesn’t have a home anymore, that’s a little depressing. I can just imagine my landlord happily preparing for Christmas Eve with his family, not thinking twice about the woman he kicked out of her house less than a week before Christmas.

“Are you okay?” Graham asks, and I snap to the present.

“Fine,” I say to him. “I’m just having a moment. Sorry.” A moment of rage and resentment. But I’ll get over it because Graham doesn’t deserve me being sour, not after how much he’s been trying to cheer me up. And it’s not his fault he’s stuck here with me, anyway.

“I know this is hard for you,” Graham says. “But we’ll be gone by tomorrow night, at least. It will still be Christmas.”

I nod, trying to be positive.

“Come on,” Graham says. “Let’s eat.”

The coffee he made is fantastic, some people just have a knack for it, and we sit down at the little table again. This is becoming our routine. We eat together and talk about trivial things, enjoying each other’s company. Time is a strange thing. Life is so busy, we barely get time to stop and concentrate on ourselves and others. But when something like this happens, there’s nothing else to do but focus on one another. I would never have gotten to know Graham as well as I do now, or gotten to spend this type of quality time with him, if it wasn’t for us being snowed in.

“What do you say we watch another movie?” Graham asks. I nod. We settle in together on the couch, and Graham puts on Meet Me in St. Louis with Judy Garland. It’s one of my all-time favorites.

We cuddle again, and Graham pulls me tightly against him. It doesn’t take long before we’re so close, his face is right next to mine again. This time, when he kisses me, I know what’s coming. And I want this.

I’ve wanted it for so long I ache for it. I want to have sex with Graham. He’s been so amazing, a hero to me when I had nothing left, and I’ve gotten to know him well enough to know that I want to give myself to him. I also want to drive away the cold and the misery and find solace and comfort with him.

Graham kisses me differently this time. It’s more intense, deeper, and I sigh into his mouth when he slides his tongue between my lips. Tasting. Exploring.

His hand moves onto my breast, and my skin is on fire beneath my clothes. We move so that I lay back, and Graham drapes his body over mine, pressing the length of him against me. We make out on the couch, groping and grinding. I’m getting hot, desire growing between us. Our clothes are in the way, and I want Graham to take them off, to strip us both until we’re naked.

I push my hands under his shirt, and he makes a small growling sound.

“Your hands are cold,” he says.

“Then warm me up,” I say, not moving them. His skin is hot under my fingertips, and I can feel his muscles under his skin as he moves, grinding his hard length between my legs.

“I want you,” I breathe.

Graham looks me in the eyes. His blue eyes are so dark, and his pupils are dilated with lust. He nods and gets up, pulling me up with him. He leads me by the hand to his bedroom. Once we’re inside, he pushes me against the wall, pinning me with his body. He starts pulling off my clothes, and it’s exactly what I want. I do the same.

We’re naked in no time, and we collapse on the bed in a tangle of limbs. My thighs fall open, and Graham crawls between them. There’s no need for foreplay — I’m so wet. Graham positions himself at my entrance and pushes into me. We groan in unison.

Graham starts rocking back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of me, and the friction is heaven. God, I’ve waited for this for so long, it’s pure ecstasy. Slowly, Graham picks up speed, fucking me harder and harder. I cry out with every thrust. My breasts are mashed against his chest, and his breath is hot in my ear, making my skin tingle.

The first orgasm builds, heat rising in my core until it’s so intense, I feel like I’m going to explode. And then I do. The orgasm rips through me, and I cry out.

Graham doesn’t let up. His fucking is relentless, rocking my body back and forth on the bed. It’s urgent sex. It’s wild sex. It’s I’ve-waited-for-this-too-long sex, and it’s fantastic.

After a while, Graham pulls out of me, and I gasp.

“Turn around,” he growls, and I do as he asks, turning my ass to him.

He grips my hips and pushes his cock back into me, going deeper this time. I cry out, and he starts thrusting immediately. My breasts bounce with every stroke of his cock, and his balls slap against my clit as he hammers into me.

Graham leans forward, his front against my back, and he reaches around my body. With his fingers, he finds my clit. While he’s thrusting into me — closer and more intimately than a moment ago — he plays with my clit. I cry out, my moans matching his rhythm as he brings me closer and closer to another orgasm.

A moment later, I come undone at the seams and cry out his name. It pushes him over the edge, too, and I feel him release inside me. We come together.

Finally, when it’s over, Graham slips out of me. The whole thing started and ended so quickly, but what a ride. I don’t regret it at all. My body is spent, every inch of me deliciously used, and pleasure still throbs through my body. Graham lays down on the bed next to me, breathing hard from the exertion.

“You’re amazing,” he says.

I smile at him. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

He grins and pulls me closer to him. I close my eyes and let him cuddle with me, letting down all my guards with this man who somehow managed to get me to let go.