“I could say the same…minus the skirt.” She takes her hand and positions it over my pants, rubbing the bulge she just created. Then her small fingers unzip me, and her hand finds my hardness. She slides her hand up and down a little, and I undo the buttons, giving her better access. She scoots a little closer, kissing my neck.

I’m thankful no one is in the chair lift behind us, because I want nothing more than her to take me to the brink and beyond. She positions her thumb over my head, spreading the small drop of fluid around before stroking me again. “Feel good, baby?” she softly asks and I groan. “That’s what I thought.” She grins widely up to me. “Come, Grant. I want to see you come,” she whispers, and she strokes me faster and firmer. I start lifting my hips to meet her hand, and before I know it, her mouth is encased around it and I explode inside her mouth. How the hell she managed that, I have no idea, but I’m reminded once again what a fantastic girlfriend I have.

She lifts her head and laughs, “You better fix yourself. We’re almost there and my dad’s waiting at the top,” she says and points ahead. The ski lift ends in about ten chairs and I see her dad’s bright blue jacket, standing out against the snow. I hurriedly zip and button my pants, disappointed we have to cut our time short.

“Has anyone ever told you how incredible you are?” I say to her after I’m all put together again.

“Of course, you would say that after I suck your cock,” she says unabashedly.

“If you never sucked me again, I would love you the same.” I say, smiling at her and she laughs again.

“That’s the most demented romantic thing you’ve ever said to me, but…thank you.” She leans over and gives me a chaste kiss before the lift ends and we meet up with her father.

God, she relieved me of the urge that I’ve had since we got here. I needed that release and I’m sure she needs one too. As we go down the hill again, I beat her the second time, and we agree to a truce on the whole underwear bet. Especially since, we have a much bigger bet going on. Of course, I’m slightly disappointed, for if nothing else, it would have made it easier access if we find somewhere secluded.

Her dad continues to ski with us throughout the morning. When it’s time for Jessa to head to the spa, he and I meet up with Brady, Dex, and Trey. We all decide to rest and get a bite to eat. The five of us go into the lodge restaurant. We’re eating our lunch when I get a text from Jessa, saying that she’s going in for her massage in fifteen minutes and won’t have her phone on her. I look around the table and see that the guys are all busy drinking beer and watching hockey, so I decide to sneak out.

“I’ll meet you guys out on the slopes, I have something I have to do,” I say, praying they’ll think I’m just stopping by one of the stores that line the downtown area.

“See you.” The guys wave their hands without looking at me, completely enthralled in the game.

I stop by the lockers, taking off my ski gear before walking over to where I just kissed Jessa goodbye an hour ago. The place is swanky and modern with plush purple couches, black tables, a huge front desk, and crystals hanging everywhere. I hope to never return here after this. Lucky for me, it’s a young blonde at the counter and I’m hoping I can sweet talk her. I ask her about Jessa’s appointment and she instructs me where to go.

The other clients stare at me curiously as I walk down the hallway. When I get to the room that the receptionist told me she would be in, I knock softly. I see Jessa lying face down on the table when the masseuse opens the door, and I motion with my finger for the masseuse to follow me outside. She informs Jessa that she’ll be right back and shuts the door behind her.

“May I help you?” she asks me in a European accent.

“I know this is strange, but that’s my girlfriend in there and I want to play a trick on her,” I tell her, hoping to God she doesn’t suspect that I’m about to fuck my girlfriend on her table.

She looks me over quizzically, so I pull out my phone and show her pictures of us taken just yesterday. She seems satisfied, so I hand her fifty dollars before sneaking into the room and quietly locking it behind me.

I move my hand over her calf lightly, trying to simulate the caress of a woman. “Are you back, Isa?” she asks, and I respond with a “uh huh” in the highest pitch my voice can go.

I pump the lotion into my hand and warm it up between my palms. Starting by her feet, I take the first one into my hand and spread the lotion. I continue to move my hands over the rest of her body until I finish rubbing lotion everywhere, surprised she hasn’t realized it’s me.

Then I wipe my hands on the towel and make my way to the end of the table, where I guide my hands up her thighs as though I’m going to start massaging. I let my fingers go higher with every push. She doesn’t say anything until I let my finger graze along her folds.

“Keep going, baby,” she responds and I chuckle.

“How the hell did you know it was me?” I ask.

“You think I don’t know your hands? Not to mention, if you were a professional masseuse, you’d be dirt poor,” she laughs and turns over, letting the towel fall to her waist.

I can’t control myself; it’s been too long since I’ve seen her luscious tits. I climb up on the table and take her right nipple into my mouth. Her arms cling to my back, pulling me harder against her. “God, I’ve missed you,” I murmur, letting my hands graze over her clit.

We don’t have enough time to go slow, but fortunately, she’s already wet. Sliding off the table, I guide her to the end and position myself between her legs. Her hands deftly unbutton my pants and she pushes them, along with my boxers, to the floor.

I rub against her, teasing her, and then slowly enter and leave her with only a quarter of my dick. “All of it, Grant. I want all of it,” she commands. At her words, I thrust in deeply. “Don’t stop…” she trails off, bucking faster while gripping my back.

I grab her ass, pulling her close, as I pump into her over and over again until we both climax. She collapses on the table and I crawl up and hold her in my arms. I never would’ve thought this is what I’d miss the most. Thanks to that night at the cabin, I’m now addicted to cuddling, something I never cared for prior to Jessa.

Our time in here is running out and I need to get back to the guys before someone starts looking for me. “Do you want me to have Isa come in and finish?” I ask her, stroking her arm with my fingers.

“I think you finished me just fine,” she teases. “Plus, I’m more relaxed now than I would have been after Isa was done with me.”

“Good, I aim to please.” I lean over and kiss her before I start to make my way out. “See you soon, love,” I say.

“Love you,” she responds back.

I exit the room and slyly make my way past Sam and Sadie getting their nails done. At the locker, I put my ski gear back on and head back to the slopes. I find Brady at the bottom of the ski run with his phone out. I cringe, hoping something bad hasn’t happened.

“Hey man, everything alright?” I ask, patting him on the back.

“Yeah…just an e-mail about this job,” he tells me.

“Really? Have you already started looking?” I’ve been completely distracted from thinking about the job interviews I need to start setting up.

“Just barely. Sadie applied for her Masters at Western and they accepted her, even on short notice. So we’re there for another two years at least. I have a lead on a pretty good job, though,” he continues and I’m jealous. He has Sadie and he’s getting all his shit in order to make it happen with her.

“I have to start looking soon,” I reveal.

“What’s Jessa doing?” I’m embarrassed to admit that we’ve never talked about the future. Neither of us knows what the other wants out of life. Maybe that’s why deep down she thinks I only want her for sex.