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Because I think he’s as much in love with me as I am with him.
I’ve tried to tell myself a million different ways that it’s stupid, that I mustn’t. That it could never work, but he has to feel the same way I do, doesn’t he?
I unlock the adjoining door to his cabin room and slip out of my ski clothes and into a hot shower. Hot and steamy enough to hide everything I know I’m shy to show him, but just knowing he has to come to me once dad goes into his own shower.
Dad’s showers always take at least an hour… enough time for me to at least find out once and for all just how much is real and how much is in my imagination.
Looks and a few stray touches, even a peck on the cheek is one thing.
But I want more from Carter, so much more that I don’t even understand it.
I need him to teach me.
To show just how much I need him.
I feel him watching me before it registers he’s actually come in.
This is really happening.
All my inhibitions are tight in front of my mind, but once I call out for him, knowing he’s there.
It feels like we’re both home.
I want him so much and I know he must want me too, risking coming in here.
Maybe it’s the steam or the fatigue from skiing, or just knowing that if he doesn’t do something I’ll just burst.
I stumble out of the shower, willing him to catch me and he does. Into his thick arms, my whole wet nakedness all over him, wetting his clothes.
But he doesn’t mind.
Nor does he mind my dad being so close as he asks me to tell him this is what I want, and it is.
I almost sob my answer, begging him to touch me, to kiss me. To hold me tighter so I can feel him like never before.
His mouth locks onto mine, his warm tongue instantly swirling against my own. A high sound coming from me, turning low as his firm hands grip me from behind, pushing the familiar sensation of that fat cock of his against me, making me swoon until I feel like I can’t stand it.
I need him inside me, that’s all I know now.
No more games or pretending with myself that he’s not interested.
It’s me and Carter from now on, I can feel it alright.
Once he tells me he really does want me his hand takes mine and presses it against it and I can feel it just fine.
Holy crap, the guy is huge, all over.
I feel like I’m gonna faint, but his rock solid body holding me up like I weigh nothing gives me new strength.
Ignoring my own nakedness, I clamor onto him, climbing him like some statue of a God sent to earth to save me.
To complete me.
I feel him tense, and not from my weight.
The water hammer sound of the old pipes shudders through all the cabin rooms, followed by my dad’s own high shriek, followed by a curse as we both realize the hot water just crapped out.
Setting me down, Carter quickly and calmly orders me to put a robe on.
“Act natural, I was outside getting wood. Got it?” he whispers forcefully, leaving me dazed without his touch but nodding absently as I fumble for my robe from behind the bathroom door.
When I turn around, he’s gone.
I hear my dad’s feet thumping outside, then pounding on my door before he opens it.
“Serena? You in the shower too? How the hell did we lose hot water?” he cries out loud, bustling into my room until he sees me half-dressed, turning on his heel.
“Ah Jeez, sorry honey. But Jesus Christ bananas, now the water’s out! And where’s Carter got to?” he adds, totally beside himself.
I hug my elbows, still reeling from Carter’s touch, shivering when I answer.
“He was getting wood last time I looked, dad,” I answer truthfully.
Dad’s eyes narrow on me, then he turns back and I can see Carter’s jacket in a heap by the door.
“Was he now?” dad asks with suspicion until we both hear another thud from outside.
Dad tightens his own robe and spinning on his heel, pulls open the door, letting Carter in with armfuls of cut logs for firewood.
“Thanks, Greg. Good timing. The tops are wet but it’ll catch. It’ll burn,” Carter says confidently, letting the pile drop into the hopper by the fireplace.
His own wetness disguised perfectly with bits of damp log and snow from outside.
Dad shakes his head, shivering as he closes the door.
“Sorry, buddy. Just had the hot water die on us. I thought you were gonna switch rooms?” he adds.
“Oh, I was gonna, just setting the fire for Serena, heard she was in the shower. Like you,” he says not missing a beat.
“Of course,” Dad parrots. “Setting the fireplace. Showers,” he says absently before darting back to his own room.
