66. Alice

ALICE

S team dances up from the surface of the hot tub, and I sink down farther until the water is lapping at my chin.

Michael came out before dinner to make sure the temperature would be perfect, and with the glow of the moon and the twinkle of the Christmas lights… perfect it is.

The snow stopped falling this afternoon, and by evening, the roads—and our little driveway—were plowed.

I’m excited for Vancouver. Excited to travel more. To see the set for the New Year’s special Michael has to record. But I’m equally excited to spend the rest of this evening with Michael—alone. Out here, surrounded by towering snow-covered evergreens.

The sound of the patio door opening has me sitting up.

Michael is gripping his robe closed with one hand, and in the other is his glass and the bottle of wine.

“Hi.” I greet him shyly.

He stops at the edge of the hot tub and sets the glass and wine down on the flat rim.

“Hi, Baby.” His tone is casual as he releases his grip on his robe, revealing his hard cock.

I choke on nothing. The winter air crystalizing in my lungs.

Michael shrugs out of his robe and drapes it over the deck railing next to mine.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise, his nakedness. He’s wearing exactly as much as I am. But, for some reason, I hadn’t expected him to walk out hard.

He curls his fingers around the base of his dick. “Watch your wine, Sweetness.”

“Huh?” I look up at his face, then register what he said and look down at the glass in my hand.

A few drops of wine drip over the rim of my tilted glass, disappearing into the churning water below.

“Oops.” I right the glass as I return my gaze to Michael’s cock.

I can’t take my eyes off it.

Can’t stop staring at the thick vein running the length of it.

Can’t stop my mouth from watering at the sight of it.

Then it disappears under the water.

I expect him to come to me.

Expect him to cover my body with his.

But he moves to the opposite side of the hot tub from me and lowers himself onto the seat.

Silently, we watch each other.

I take a large drink of my wine, and he pours himself another glass.

When he holds out the bottle, I hold out my glass, and I let him top it off.

I’ve heard the warnings. How mixing booze and hot tubs can be dangerous.

I’ve heard them, and I’ve ignored them.

But now that I’m here, finishing off my extra full glass, I think I understand.

Though I’m hardly discouraged from doing this again because even though we just ate, I feel… hungry.