“Tabarnak. That feels so good.”
I almost pulled off to ask if he meant that, but looking up at him under my lashes, I could see for myself that he was flushed and fidgeting, sweat gathering on his forehead. Yeah, he meant it.
I still had one of his thighs in hand, and his muscles twitched. After wrapping my other hand around the base of his shaft, I sucked up and down, twisting my palm. The noises were loud and embarrassing—but also hot. Fuck, it was hot.
Besides, I’d never judged the girls I’d been with for the slurping noises while giving a blow job—or the drooling. So fuck being embarrassed.
I was sucking Etienne’s cock, and I was going to make him come as hard as I could even though we’d fucked less than an hour ago and he probably wouldn’t be able to—
“Now, now!” He pushed my head, and I pulled off just in time for his cum to splatter my chin. I watched him, back arched and mouth open as he spurted every drop his balls had left. His eyes locked with mine, and fuck, I was so hard watching this.
I didn’t even realize I’d started jerking myself until Etienne tugged me forward so I was up on my knees between his legs. Panting, he watched me, licking his lips.
“Come on me,” he said hoarsely. “You’re so beautiful. Wanted you for so long, Sam.”
And even though we weren’t those skinny kids in grade nine—the person naked in front of me was definitely a man—knowing he’d liked me all these years was powerful in a way that punched the air from my lungs.
To be loved more deeply than I’d ever known almost had me bursting into tears. Shit, I really was an idiot not to have realized.
I think Etienne loves me.
I think I love Etienne.
The orgasm ripped out of me, my jizz spraying Etienne’s chest and belly. He watched me, moaning as if he was the one coming again. That he took such delight in my pleasure made my heart swell as my dick softened.
I collapsed on top of him, and we kissed and kissed until all we could do was laugh at how gross and sticky we were. He wiped at his jizz on my chin, then licked my skin clean, which was hotter than it had any right to be.
We jolted at a knock on the door and shushed each other, laughing like kids. I was giddy with joy and endorphins, and I grabbed Etienne’s robe. I wasn’t thinking about who might be knocking as I tied the terrycloth sash and opened the door.
It was the red pom-pom I saw first.
My grandma was under the Team Canada toque, grinning up at me. If she wasn’t so cute, I’d have shut the door in her face.
Chapter Eight
Etienne
Bree’s going to know as soon as she sees Sam in my robe.
Grinning at the ceiling, I waited to hear her familiar voice. Icy air blustered in from the open door, and I burrowed under the duvet.
“Obaachan! What? How? What? What are you doing here?” Sam’s voice rose in clear panic.
I bolted up to sitting, then realized I was still splattered with jizz. Sam yanked the door halfway closed behind him, and I ninja-rolled out of bed, wincing as my knee cracked against the wood floor. At least the cabin was tiny, so I only had to crawl a moment before I was in the bathroom.
The tiles were freezing. I was naked. Sam’s grandma was outside. Had I scrambled past the condom on the floor? Why hadn’t I grabbed it?
Sam and I had sex.
“Focus,” I muttered as I locked the bathroom door. What in hell Sam’s grandma was doing on our doorstep, I had no clue. But the rest of Sam’s family was likely here too.
I flipped on the light and turned on the shower. The only thing I could do at the moment was wash off the evidence that we’d just fucked.
Sam and I had sex. Sam likes me back. Sam might even—
I clapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the giddy laughter. I’d never been so happy, but I had to pull myself together. Under the hot shower, I scrubbed clean and pretended I was about to take the ice at a competition.
Stands full of people. Panel of judges ready to criticize every little angle of my blades and extension of my free leg. TV cameras rolling. Millions watching around the world.
With a towel around my waist since all my clothes were in the main room, I rolled my shoulders and put on my best skating smile.
Sam was still in the doorway, so I quickly pulled on sweats and a hoodie before joining him, smile intact. I gave Sam’s family a cheery wave. They were all knee-deep in snow since the resort clearly hadn’t shoveled the staff area yet and it had snowed again last night.