Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

MIA

He was right.

Holy hell. I’d almost given up my dreams because my ex made me doubt myself. He might have gotten me into the room, but I had laid out the plans. Mapped out a business model. Sure, I had asked for input, but at the core it was all me. Mia Summers. X Games Champion and Olympic Silver Medalist.

“You’re right.”

Justin stood, pulled out the air mattress and turned on the fan to inflate it. “I know. And I should also take my own advice. I love driving. Letting my asshole teammate affect my ‘joy’ is bullshit.” A chuckle left his lips, full and so unlike the last ones I had kissed.

Should’ve really been my first clue. Mediocre kissing translates to mediocre effort. In and out of bed.

The warmth from the bourbon spread to my fingers, and my belly felt cozy. And I felt reckless.

“Shit.”

I moved in closer to where he knelt beside the air mattress. That was still flat. He picked it up, searching the seams. Then, held up a part, looking over at me. “Seam has a hole in it. Looks like I'm sleeping on the couch.”

My eyes darted between the loveseat and Justin, who was at least a section longer than the sofa. “You won’t fit.”

He shrugged. “I’ll deal. Perfect gentleman, remember.”

Remember that reckless feeling? I’d always had it. Just suppressed it because my ex said I needed to think about the future. Well, fuck him.

“When was the last time you had fabulous sex while snowed in with a complete stranger?” I licked my lips. His eyes were level with mine, and my pulse beat quicker as my body heated at the nearness of him.

“What happened to me being a perfect gentleman?”

“Who says I can’t be the one to change my mind? Unless you don’t-” I didn’t get a chance to finish because his lips crashed into mine with a surety that stole my breath. He tasted like smoke and bourbon and sin.

“Oh, I do. But I don’t want to take advantage-”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

We fumbled, lips seeking and tasting, pulling off each other's clothing until the glow from the fire illuminated both our bodies. ANd oh my God what a body he had. Chiseled, lean, and strong. He hovered above me, and I yanked his body against mine. We both groaned at the skin on skin contact. God, I missed this connection. The last few months of my previous relationship ( I refused to even think his name) were a sex drought, except for one time. With almost all our clothes on. And I faked it just to get him off of me.

But this was like drowning in a sexual haze of all the things you read about. Or fantasized about.

“Shit.” He broke the kiss, both of gasping for air. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill. And I have to get tested to compete.”

“Same. Not the pill,” he smirked and I let out a giggle, “but-” I cut him off with a bite to his lower lip. My tongue searched his neck while my hands went down to his tight ass. “And fuck, I can’t wait to get inside you, Mia.”

“Do it already. Less talk, more fucking.”

His hand went between our bodies. “So fucking wet for me.”

“It’s the fantasy coming to life doing it for me.”

“Mhmm.” And then he entered me with one swift thrust, my legs wrapped firmly around his waist.

We moved together, sometimes not, and it was sloppy and perfect and everything I had been missing.

“Fuck,” I groaned as he picked up the pace. Over and over, until our seat soaked bodies were so intuned that as soon as I felt my orgasm cresting, he groaned, “Fuck, I’m going to fill you up, dream girl.”

My world exploded in a show of orgasmic fireworks as my body took everything from him, until we were both spent. Naked and breathing heavily in front of the fire.

He let out a breath as I propped my head on my elbow and said, “I think we should do that a few more times. Because I found a lot of joy in your dick.”

He laughed and rolled me over on top of him. “Absofuckinglutely, dream girl.”

We spent the night exploring each other's bodies, laughing, moaning and having orgasms as the snow fell outside. The next morning, the snow still fell, but it was letting up.

“Hit the slopes? Or maybe just that little hill?”

He’d confessed he’d never even tried to ski. Justin eyed the small hill. “It looks…big.”

I laughed. “I promise, it’s not. Luckily, I had an extra snowboard and equipment for the ex, but since he’s not here…”

He grinned. “Fine. Teach me, dream girl.”

After an afternoon of teaching him how to fall and one semi decent run down a third of the little hill, we went inside.

And repeated the night before all over again.

Sunday? Rinse, repeat, and fuck again.

And on Monday, I said goodbye, grinning and feeling like I could take on the world.