Kissing Jenna (Big Sky 2)

His fingers dig into my ass, and he starts moving quickly, fucking me the way I asked. But I notice that he’s not letting me do much work, which I know is his way of making sure we both get what we want.

I want it to be hard and fast and a bit wild.

And he wants to make sure he’s taking care of me.

And I love him for it.

***

“I’m finally getting my ice cream,” I say the next day as we stand in line at Sweet Scoops, waiting our turn. It seems we’re not the only weirdos who like to eat ice cream in the winter.

“There are so many flavors to choose from,” Christian says, staring at the menu. “What do you suggest?”

“Well, you can always go with the huckleberry. That’s a staple in this town, and it’s delicious. I love the grasshopper. And the cherry cherry quite contrary.”

“So, what you’re saying is, get a little of all of it.”

I smile. “Exactly. Why don’t we get a couple of pints to take up to the tree house? We can share them later while we watch movies.”

“Sounds good.”

We get three pints, all of the ones I recommended, and then drive up the hill. Christian’s driving, and he’s moving at a snail’s pace.

“I know that you’re taking it careful and all—”

“Do not complain about my speed,” he says, his hands tightening on the wheel. This isn’t a good time to remind him that ice doesn’t care how fast you’re going. “We’ll get there eventually.”

“Before I’m old and grey would be nice,” I mumble, earning a glare from him. “I’m not in a hurry.”

“When do the guests arrive?”

“In about an hour. I just want to take a look at the units to make sure that the cleaners did a good job and that Max didn’t let anyone get away with murder.”

“He’s an intelligent man,” he reminds me. “Some have said he’s the most brilliant mind of our generation.”

“Oh, God, don’t say that around him. He’ll walk around with a big head for weeks.”

“I’m just saying that he’s smart enough to figure it all out.”

“I’m a control freak.” I shrug and hold my breath as we pass by where our accident occurred. A tow truck came to get his rental days ago, but you can still make out where it was in the snowbank. We continue puttering up the hill, and I don’t breathe a sigh of relief until we park at the tree houses and he cuts the engine. “Okay, you were right. That sucked.”

“It’ll get easier,” he says and jumps out of my car, then walks around to help me out. “I’ll go put the ice cream in my freezer while you check the units.”

“Thanks. Don’t eat it all without me.”

“I don’t want you to beat me up,” he says and winks at me as I walk into the Ponderosa. It smells freshly cleaned. A quick walk-through reveals nothing worth noting, which is exactly what I was hoping.

I do the same walk-through in the Spruce unit, and I’m happy when it also comes up perfectly clean and ready for today’s guests.

“How is it?” Christian asks from the doorway.

“They’re great. Max and the cleaners did a good job.”

“Told you.” He taps the end of my nose and leads me to the Tamarack. “I’m going to change out of these offensive clothes.”

“Thank the good Lord.” He laughs as he walks away, and I immediately make myself a cup of decaf. “You might want to burn those.”

“No way, these are my favorite jeans.”

I chuckle as I add sugar to my coffee and then jump when my phone pings with a text.

“Oh, that must be them.”

Hey, Jenna. We’re running a little late and would love it if there was dinner waiting for us in the unit. I’m happy to pay for it. Would pizza be something you could do?

“Is it them?”

I show Christian the text, and he frowns.

“Do many guests ask for that kind of service?”

I stare at him for a moment and then bust up laughing.

“If you remember correctly, you asked me about coffee and food when you got here.”

“Yeah, I asked where I could get it, I didn’t ask you to do it for me. That was just a bonus.”

“Well, I do sometimes get these kinds of requests. I wouldn’t mind getting the pizza, but I don’t really want to have to drive down for it.”

“No.” He shakes his head adamantly. “Isn’t there a place up here? We’re still in the heart of ski season. Someone serves food.”

“Excellent idea.”

I make a phone call, and sure enough, the pub in the village serves pizza, and they’re going to deliver three of them to the tree house within the hour.

“Okay, that’s taken care of. I think I’ll go wait for the pizza at the Ponderosa. Want to join me?”