Savor (Bad Boy Rockers 4)

He reaches out and drags me into his lap. I straddle him and cup his face with my hands. “That was for you. I can wait until later.”

He smiles, so I lean forward to kiss him.

“That was so hot. I loved taking you by surprise like that,” I admit.

“You’ll never get any complaints from me,” he chuckles. “That blew my mind.”

“Good.” I smile, happy that I can do that to him.

Chapter Twelve

Ryder

We’ve only been here at the cabin in Stowe about thirty minutes, after our flight into Burlington via D.C. and now that the rental truck is unpacked, I’m considering joining my girl for some playtime in the snow.

Fastening my jacket as I walk onto the porch, I smile and watch the pure delight on Dahlia’s face as she stomps about in the fresh snow.

She still hasn’t seen me so I take the opportunity to really watch her. The wool hat she’s wearing covers her glorious hair and the matching mittens are keeping her warm, and dry from the snow that’s still falling. Her jeans mold to her delectable butt as she bends over to grab some snow in her hands. I’ve had plenty of fantasies about fucking her from behind while I watch my dick slide in and out of her. I’d be able to touch her everywhere while taking her from behind. I’d be able to play with her large breasts and distended, plump nipples.

“Fuck.” I yank a glove off with my teeth and rearrange my throbbing dick. I’ll save those thoughts for later when we lock ourselves into the master suite.

“Come and play,” she shouts, having spotted me. “It’s so fresh here, and the snow is amazing.” She twirls around on the spot with her head thrown back and her mouth open to catch the snow as it falls around her.

Grabbing my cell, I zoom in and snap some pictures while she’s distracted. She catches me though and strikes a pose with a secret smile on her lips. Of course, I don’t miss that one.

Before zipping my cell back into my pocket, I make the last image of Dahlia the wallpaper on my cell until I can get one of us together.

Moving down the steps, I grin as I walk toward her but before I can take another step, she throws herself into my arms. Her legs go around my waist and her arms around my neck.

“I love it here. Can we make a snowman?” she asks, giddy with excitement.

I can’t remember the last time I made a snowman.

Holding her close, I quickly kiss her lips before pulling away and grinning. “I’d love to.”

She jumps out of my arms, and I watch as she gathers up a large snowball, before placing it on the ground. She grins at me as she rolls it around to gather more snow. Eventually it gets to the point where she’s struggling and, as much as I’m enjoying watching her tight body, I go over and help her until we have the body of the snowman in place.

“It’s your turn now.” She grins, which I return. “Ryder snap out of it. Our snowman needs a head.”

“Oh, right. You’re too distracting.”

I shake my head and, gathering snow between my gloved hands, I roll out a head before carrying it over to Dahlia and placing it on top of the body.

“We need a carrot and something for the rest of him,” she gushes, waving her arms around. “I’ll be right back.”

She dashes inside the cabin.

Chuckling to myself, I look out to the trees and down the valley toward the village of Stowe. It certainly makes a change from Alabama.

Hearing the crunch of snow, I turn and start laughing when I see Dahlia laden down with loot for the snowman.

Joining her, I bend and root around. Holding the carrot up, I comment, “That’s not big enough.”

Her eyes widen and fill with mirth. “That’s because it’s for the nose.” She rolls her eyes.

I chuckle.

Decorating the snowman, we use Oreo cookies for the eyes and the three buttons down the front. A bright pink scarf Dahlia brought with her goes around the neck followed by a matching hat, which gets perched on top. Using her hand, she carves out a mouth and uses pink marshmallow