“Who’s the friend you’re with?” Dad asks.
I don’t want to tell him about Hans. My Dad’s protective of me, and he’s likely to hunt him down if he thinks his little girl will be compromised.
No chance of that, not with the cold way Hans has been treating me.
“It’s not Chloe, is it?” Dad mentions my best friend who said she’d be here for the wedding, but her flights got delayed. She’s been in France for the last year, and I miss her like crazy.
I frown at the mention of Chloe. I’ve hardly heard from her in the past few months. She’s been vague when I message her and won’t pick up a video chat. But I’ve been so caught up in the wedding that I haven’t had time to figure out what’s wrong.
“No, not Chloe.”
“Okay.” Dad sounds mildly disappointed, which is weird. I guess he’d rather I have a friend right now.
“I’m okay, Dad. I’m going to hang out here until the dust settles, and then I’ll come back to the cabin.”
“I’ll call this number if I need to get ahold of you. I love you, Allie Cat. Remember that.”
“Love you too, Dad.”
I finish the call feeling much better. Whatever happens, I’ve got Dad on my side. It’s just Mom I have to worry about. But not yet. I’ll hide here for a few hours, play board games, drink coffee, and go back once she’s had a chance to calm down.
It’s just Hans I have to face here. He’s angry with me for some reason. It was stupid of me to think it would be any other way. I’m just an annoying tourist who messed up his day. Whatever connection we had two years ago is completely severed.
6
HANS
Ican’t stand the sight of Allie in a wedding dress, but when she comes out in the clothes I’ve given her to change into, I have to grab the kitchen counter to steady myself.
My checkered shirt hangs on her like an oversized blanket, but she somehow manages to look sexy. Her hair is perfectly coifed curls over the flannel in contrast with the casual look.
She’s got my grey sweatpants on, and they must be bunched up at the waist because they’re baggy on her, making her thick legs seem longer. She’s got them tucked into the thick wooden socks I’ve given her and it should look ridiculous, but seeing her in my clothes is confirming every dirty thought I’ve ever had about her.
I want to rip my clothes off her and take her harshly right here on the floor until she screams my name.
Her skin is brushing against my clothing, her pussy rubbing up against the crotch of my sweatpants, leaving her scent on them. I’ll never wash the clothes again, and I’ll probably go to sleep tonight cradling them in my lonely bed, because that’s the kind of sad fucker I am.
There’s no point in denying it. I’m crazy about this woman. Even if she doesn’t think I’m worth the time of day.
“The snow’s started to fall.”
I nod toward the window, determined not to let her see the effect she’s having on me. But my voice comes out croaky. I take a sip of coffee, trying to soothe my parched throat.
Allie goes over to the window, and my gaze follows her ass. Her hips sway as she walks, and all I can think about is the fabric rubbing up against her pussy and if she took the white tights and garters off.
My dick lengthens and I adjust myself and move to the fire, sitting down on the rug before she clocks my hard-on.
When she turns back from looking at the snow, I’ve got Jenga set up.
“It’s really coming down.”
She sounds worried, and I don’t blame her. Visibility is low, and even though it’s the middle of the day, the light out there feels like dusk.
“Come on,” I say reassuringly. “Ready to get beaten?”
Allie smiles and comes and sits opposite me on the rug. She cradles her mug in her hands, and with the fire crackling behind her, it lights up her eyes and makes her features soft.
I look away, because she’s too damn hard to look at. I’ll get lost in her if I look too long.
