My body swung loosely, the stability of the helicopter giving way. I screamed, clutching Bear’s hands until I couldn’t any longer, then putting first one foot, then the other on the rungs and then it was just me and the ladder, swinging in the air.
Deep breath. Step forward. Don’t look down. Try not to puke.
“Oh, god!” I yelled, fear ripping through me as I looked up at him.
“Don’t stop! Keep moving, Chloe!” Bear demanded from above.
My stomach flipped upside down, the feeling of being weightless and out of control only serving to freak me out even more, my hands and feet frozen on the rungs.
Move Chloe! I silently yelled in my head, forcing myself to move again, first my foot and then my hand. Slowly, I traveled down the ladder, holding on for dear life. My moment of worrying about my panties, or lack thereof, was gone. I was so sure I was going to be torn into a million pieces on my descent to death, none of that would matter.
The air whipped around me and my body swung a little, but not as much as I had imagined it would. I took a few more steps down and when I saw I was only a foot or so away from the Earth, I smiled a little and looked up at Bear. He stared down at me, his handsome face full of confidence in me.
It was just what I needed. I released my grip, falling to the ground in an unceremonious puddle of shaking limbs and trembling lips.
“Yes!” I cried, when I felt the ground below me. I opened my hand, my finger sinking into the cold snow like I’d never felt it before. I turned my head, kissing the ground.
I’d never been so thankful for gravity in my life.
I watched in awe as Bear quickly and effortlessly descended the ladder behind me, easily falling to the ground like a graceful cat, before turning to wave at Alex as he pulled the ladder up behind him.
“See you soon!” Alex cried.
“Thanks, brother! Safe journey home!”
Alex nodded, closed the door and the helicopter took off in seconds, leaving us standing alone in front of Bear’s cabin with nothing but our two bags.
“You could have warned me about that,” I said, as Bear reached down and pulled me to my feet.
“And miss the look on your face?” he teased, pulling me in for a hug. “No way!”
I let his arms wrap around me, grateful for the return of the simple stability that I took for granted. His warmth was comforting and I melted into him.
“You did good,” he said.
“Thanks,” I replied, the shaking in my voice muffled by his chest pressed against my face. I was so shaken up and yet I couldn’t deny the tiny thrill I felt knowing I’d pulled it off without killing myself.
“Let’s go inside,” he whispered into my hair. I nodded and he pulled away, swooped the bags up and we trudged through the snow into the cabin.
Chapter 14
I’d never seen a more beautiful place.
“This place is absolutely amazing, but you’re sure we couldn’t have just driven here?” I asked. Bear sat the bags down by the door.
We walked straight into the great room, the huge vaulted ceilings accented by huge, wooden beams. A huge bear rug lay in front of a massive stone fireplace that reigned over the room, reaching all the way up to the highest point of the ceiling. A huge fire was already roaring in it. The great room opened up to the second floor, with a long cat walk lining the farthest wall, making the second floor look like an open loft. The windows were the biggest I’d ever seen and as I spun around, drinking in the room, I saw nothing but darkness and twinkling stars out of them.
“Do you always repel in like a Navy Seal?” I asked.
His laughter echoed off the walls and I delighted at the way the skin around his eyes wrinkled. Suddenly, all the tension was gone from his face. He was relaxed, happy and calm. The hardness that usually lingered behind his eyes had disappeared.
“It takes about four hours to drive here. With Alex, it takes one hour,” he shrugged. “I didn’t want to fight traffic and I don’t like wasting my time. I have to get back tomorrow night because the day after tomorrow I have an important meeting with one of my contractors. I’d rather spend that time with you, Chloe.”
He closed the distance between us, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me deeply. I was already breathless from the unexpected near-death scenario and the intensity of his kiss ripped the rest of the oxygen right from my lungs.
I damn near fainted in his arms.
“Let’s get settled,” he said, pulling away and looking down at me, his arms firmly secured around my waist. “I’ll tell Bruce we’re here.”
“Bruce?” I asked.
“Bruce takes care of this place for me. He lives here and when I come up, he cooks for me and helps me out with whatever else I need. You’ll love him.”
“That explains the fire,” I said.
“Yes,” he replied. “Don’t worry, though. You’ll hardly know he’s here.”
I nodded, my breathing starting to return to normal.
“Are we done with adventure time?” I asked. “That was very unexpected.”
He laughed again, sending tingles down my spine.
“We’ve only just begun, darling,” he said, sinking his fingers into my hair and pulling my head back. I gasped in surprise, my nipples hardening immediately as his dark blue eyes peered into mine, the flames from the fireplace reflecting in his dark orbs. “There’ll be nothing nearly as dangerous as getting off the helicopter, so don’t worry, but don’t think for a minute the adventures are over.” His eyes flashed with lust and I shuddered. “I brought you here for a reason, Beauty. You want to get to know each other? You have questions? Well, Chloe,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “I have needs. Hopefully, we can get them both answered while we’re here.”
I was speechless. His fingers pulling my hair felt so deliciously forbidden. It hurt, but god did I love it. I wanted him to pull harder. I wanted his hands on me. Everywhere. I wanted him to touch me firmly, deeply, everywhere he could reach. I wanted everything he had to offer. And then I wanted more. I peered into his eyes, meeting his hungry gaze with my own, a small smile on my face. His lips captured mine in a passionate, fiery kiss and I whimpered, opening my mouth, submitting to his heat, igniting it with my own.
We melted together, his hand sliding from my hair as his arms slid around me, holding me tightly as his tongue tangled with mine and everything around us disappeared. The heat from the fire was no match for the heat that flowed between us.
Heavy footsteps sounded behind us and I jumped away from Bear like I’d been shot. I’d forgotten where we were and that we weren’t alone.
Bear wasn’t fazed. He laughed at my reaction and greeted the man who rounded the corner with a huge hug.
“Bruce, it’s been too long,” he said, patting the large man on the back. He was as big as a linebacker, his wide shoulders stretching the thin fabric of his white t-shirt. He wore jeans and was barefoot. He was handsome, but nowhere near as handsome as Bear. He had long blonde hair and his tanned skin made him look like he lived in the sun. But it was his smile that was his greatest attribute. I liked him right away and his apple green eyes were kind and open.
“You must be Chloe,” he said, pulling away from Bear’s hug and hugging me close. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
“You too, Bruce,” I replied, as he released me.
“How’ve the slopes been treating you?” Bear asked.
“Killer, dude! There’s some serious pow-pow out there this year. I’ve been waking up at the crack of dawn for the last week to get a go at the freshie,” he said, his blonde waves framing his sun-drenched face.
“You always loved to shred the flake, brother,” Bear said. I looked back and forth, completely lost. Pow-pow? Freshie? Flakes? I made a mental note to ask Bear about it later.
“Excuse me,” I said. “I’d like to freshen up. Where’s the restroom?”
“Of course! I’ll get you something to drink, too, Chloe. Red wine
okay?”
I caught Bear’s eye and he winked. I wasn’t about to fall into the wine trap again.
“I’d love a cup of tea, please.”
“You got it,” Bruce said. “The loo is down the hall on the right.”
“Thank you,” I replied, turning away and leaving them to their ski-bum talk. Their voices faded away as they began talking about black diamond trails or something. I knew nothing about skiing. I’d gone once with Harlan and a few friends who were experts at it and they made it seem like it was as easy as riding a bike.
No, it fucking wasn’t.
They’d persuaded me to just jump in with both skis, so to speak, and led me to the top of the intermediate slope before I’d even learned to stop or go or even stand up properly. Then, they zipped down the mountain, leaving me there to figure out how to get down all by myself—which consisted of me standing up and falling down over and over until I reached the bottom. By the time I made it down, I swore I’d never do it again.
I spent the rest of the weekend bundled up with a book by the fire in the cabin we’d rented while they skied their expert asses off. I’d been so mad at Harlan after that weekend that I didn’t speak to him for a week afterwards.
I walked down the hall, in awe of Bear’s cabin. The entire house seemed to be made of wood. Log beams, log paneled walls, and the railings on the huge stairs matched the thick logs that made up the railing that lined the cat walk up top. I felt like I was in the biggest tree house in existence. The amazing thing about it was the coziness, though. In spite of its enormous size, the crackling fire and the soft brown couches and tapestry rugs made it inviting and warm.
By the time I made it back to Bear and Bruce, I never wanted to leave.
Bruce handed me a huge mug of steaming tea and excused himself quickly, leaving Bear and I alone. We stood next to the huge fireplace, the warmth penetrating my skin and warming my bones.
“Feeling a little calmer now, I hope?” he asked.