"Possibly. Perhaps. Nope, never."

We laughed and enjoyed the silly banter that continued between us through the rest of the night. I would go to Aspen and play my father's absurd games until the time came for me to get back on a plane and return to my life. There was nothing I could possibly find in Colorado that would change my mind.

Not even love.

Chapter 2

Finn

A subtle movement beside me in the bed caused me to wake and shift over to my side. The pretty brunette from the night before was watching me in a way I would quickly categorize as stalkerish.

Great. Another one.

"Morning, baby," she purred softly and reached out, rubbing her fingers down the side of my face.

"Hi, beautiful." It wasn't a lie. She was breathtaking, but it was muted due to her incessant need to talk about herself. I knew every moment from her childhood, her sex life, her dreams, aspirations, favorite color, hobbies, past lovers...you name it, I knew it. Getting my ass up and out of her house was the first thing on my list of things to do.

Unless she wanted to fix me breakfast.

"What are we doing today?"

We? Shit.

"I actually have to work in about," I lifted my head in search for a clock, "an hour."

"Let's go have breakfast somewhere and then after you get off we'll go shopping or something." She scooted close to me, pressing her breasts against the side of my chest and ran her nose over my earlobe. "Sound fun?"

Ummm...no.

"Let's have breakfast here and then I'll call you when I get off. My hours are a bit odd thanks to my boss being a dick." I failed to mention that my old man was my boss. Never seemed to impress women too much.

I'd learned a lot in my twenty-seven years of whoring around that there were few things that turned a girl off than a full-grown man still tied up with his family. Seemed odd to me, but that's the conclusion I'd come to. It saved me from a lot of awkward situations thereafter though.

A woman who got too needy or wouldn't let me be was easy to get rid of? I could just tell them I lived at home with my Daddy and worked shoveling snow for him for a living. Nothing like real life to turn a girl around and have her gathering her shit from the floor as fast as possible.

It wasn't right, but it was what it was. They took what they wanted and I got a moment of warmth out of the deal.

"Yeah, okay." She slid her hand down my stomach and cupped me in her hand, squeezing softly. "Let's have a little fun before we cook together."

"Oh, baby. You got me all wrong." I rolled from her and got out of the bed, walking to the bathroom. "I can't cook worth a damn and sex in the morning isn't fun at all. I need a nap after the way I fuck. Not happening today."

I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind me before starting the shower. Turning and leaning against the counter, I examined the dark circles under my eyes and let out a long breath.

This life was getting old, and yet it was the only one I knew. No woman wanted a man like me. Not for the long-term.

I shoved my depressing thoughts out of my head and got into the shower, enjoying the hot spray and the huge shower far more than I deserved. I'd spend another night with the pretty girl in the other room just for a chance at another shower like this one. If she could cook, I'd definitely be calling her after work. Besides, she was only visiting Aspen and would be gone in a matter of days. Problem solved.

The handle on the door shook and I ignored it. If she came in, she'd want more sex, and where I wasn't one to pass up a good romp in the sheets, I needed to eat and get my ass to work.

My father's business was booming, which was somewhat expected. We'd lived in Aspen my whole life and we knew just about everyone. Shoveling snow was a necessity for anyone who wanted to go somewhere, and those with money subcontracted out that type of hard labor. I was grateful for the opportunity, but as the years flew past me, I realized how much more I wanted in my life.

Getting there was the problem.

I toweled dried myself and wrapped a big, fluffy, white towel around my waist before walking back out into the bedroom. Tiffany or Terri or whatever her name was walked into the bedroom and pulled me close, sliding her fingers through my wet hair and leaning in to kiss and lick at my mouth.

I took hold of her and gave her a kiss that had her sagging against me, pawing at my towel.

"I want more," she murmured against my lips. "Call in sick. Please?"

"Nope. Not even for something as cute as you." I squeezed her pert ass and moved away from her, working to get my t-shirt on before finding my jeans. "We having cereal?"

"No. Turkey bacon and egg whites." She smiled like she'd created something incredible from scratch.

I tried not to show my disdain. Besides, being rude wasn't at all my style. Nefarious, wicked? Yes. Rude? Hell no.

"Sounds delicious." I dropped my towel and she moved over, reaching around me to stroke my cock a few times before pulling on it softly.

"Let me taste you one more time, Finn. Then we'll eat."

I glanced at the clock and let out a short sigh. "Yeah. Alright. One more time, but only because you need it. You need it, right?"

"Yes. So bad." She moved to her knees and leaned in, taking me in her mouth as she slid her hands up my thighs and latched onto my hips. I was a big guy, but she seemed to have been with a few of us. Her moans lifted up around us as I hardened. She picked up her pace and I groaned loudly.

"Good, you eat and I'll get mine in a minute." I stroked her hair and closed my eyes as heat rose deep in my belly.

My phone buzzed and I hated to stop her, but my Dad was an asshole without reason. To give him one just meant my life would be hell for another day.

"Hold up, baby girl." I pulled away from her as she pouted.

The text was from my old man. He needed me in early and wanted me to grab donuts for the guys.

"Shit." I grumbled and reached for her, helping her to her feet and kissing her once more before tugging my jeans on. "They need me in now. I'll call you tonight."

"Give me your number and I'll text you today."

"Nope. I'd be hard all day. Not happening." I popped her ass and jogged for the door. "Thanks for last night. Best night of my life."

"Me too!" She yelled after me.

I grabbed a piece of turkey bacon from the plate and spit it out in the yard before chucking the rest out in the large, snowed over parking lot at her place.

"Disgusting. Turkey bacon? What the hell is that?"

I got in my truck and turned on the radio. I wasn't interested in commitment. It never turned out well for me anyway. Sex was all they were getting and all I was asking for.

Don't like it? Fuck off.

* * * *

"You're late." My father looked up from his desk in the back of the warehouse.

I lifted the bags of donuts and shrugged. "You asked for breakfast and told me to come in an hour early."

"That doesn't change the fact that you're late. Go drop those off in the kitchen and hand out schedules for today. Then come see me."

He handed me a stack of schedules. Each guy would be given 2-3 locations to shovel or plow, and if they got done early, they just called in for more. My Dad glanced back down, and I stood there for a minute more before turning and doing what was asked of me.

His dark hair was buzz cut and his eyes dark blue, which made him look like a military man with a kiss my ass attitude. It was pretty close to the truth, and he was a good looking old guy, but he never dated. My mom had been dead for over ten years, and where I still missed her, he was still lost in the pain of losing her. I had tried a million times to set him up with some of the middle-aged women in the town, and they were more than willing, but he wasn't. Shame really.