Page 20 of Snow Globe Secrets

In my mind, he’d just toss his shirt to the ground and kick himself out of his pants while I mirror those very actions. He’d reach up next to remove his glasses, and my hand would come up quickly to surround his wrist before he pulled them off. I’d tug him to me and growl, “Leave them on.” With a playful and seductive smirk, my fantasy Randall would slowly slide the glasses back on, the look on his face nothing like the innocent smile I’d already come to know.

Thinking about his need to put the remote control away earlier pulled me out of the fantasy as I thought, If the man wants his glasses off when he fucks, I should let him take the damn glasses off.

I thought I was done with my slutty little dream, but my cock hadn’t gotten the message. While I was picturing a couple of exhibitionists on a fancy porch, blood had redirected, and my dick pulsed. I put a hand on it to tamp it down, but that only had me hitching and quietly thrusting up. I snapped my hand away and craned my head back again to look at Randall’s loft. My rustling hadn’t disturbed him, but it was like I felt his presence in my every thought and in my every move. It did nothing to help the situation in my sweatpants. In Randall’s sweatpants, I thought, and for some reason that made it ten times sexier.

I rolled off the couch and tiptoed to the bathroom, the word fuck ringing in my brain like one extended note until I was tucked safely behind the door. I was right below him, so not really tucked away safely and maybe not really all that privately.

It didn’t fucking matter. I just needed to be really quiet, I decided, as the image of Randall smirking in those glasses came back to me full force. I yanked the sweatpants down desperately before willing myself to go slowly and quietly. I looked around and decided to slide down the cabinet and sit right there on the cold tile floor. Knees hitched, I took myself in hand and thought about bending over that outdoor couch, where anyone could see us, and where Randall could use my body to make himself crazy. He’d make us both crazy, I was sure, and if he was into it, maybe we’d switch positions. Sitting as I was, I imagined him perched above me, his weight on the balls of his feet while one hand adjusted those glasses and the other sought out my dick, lining it up and settling himself down on it perfectly. He’d place his hands on my shoulders then, and starting out slowly, he’d bounce up and down until we were both writhing in chaotic passion. I watched the scene play out as if my eyelids were a movie screen, but my eyes flew open as I started to come. I imagined him doing the same, hands-free, his fingertips boring into my shoulders, eyes locked with mine.

A little grunt escaped me, though I tried to contain it, and it turned into a soft shhh as I chastised myself, cum dripping off my fingers where I held myself in hand.

It was going to be a long couple of days.

Chapter Ten

Randall

I could tell it was still dark out even though I’d yet to open my eyes. There were blinds on the windows in the loft, but the rest of the cabin was so open it seemed pointless to draw them, so I was used to waking up to the sun’s gentle urgency against my sleeping lids. It wasn’t the sun that had woken me, it was noise from below. I stayed still and remained with my eyes closed as I listened for my guest, unsure in my waking state where the noise had come from.

For a time, I heard nothing and thought I might have imagined someone moving around below. Finally, I opened my eyes and could sense the flicker of the fireplace. Eventually, he came out of the bathroom, and I heard him drop to the couch and rustle around. I Imagined him curling up in the blanket to go back to sleep and thought it would be best to do the same.

True morning would be here soon enough, and then at least one if not two or three more restless days stuck alone with Austin. Stuck with a man that I kept trying to call my best friend’s son, kept trying to imagine as a kid, but could only think of as the handsome stranger who had lit my snowy world on fire.

I lay still, attempting not to draw attention to myself while I imagined Austin on the couch in the room below me, wearing my sweatpants and nestled under a soft blanket. I felt bad that he hadn’t gone upstairs and contemplated whether I should have woken him after the movie.

I wondered what time it was and dared to slowly, quietly reach over for my phone. Of course, the thing was on its charger and pulling the phone pulled the cord, causing it to push my smartwatch off the nightstand and onto the carpet with a thud. All of which may not have amounted to much more than a little rustling above Austin’s head if I hadn’t panicked. “Shit!”

It was a little after four in the morning. Not quite a full night’s sleep, then, but I’d had worse. Only, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to disturb Austin, and with the open floor plan, I really didn’t see how I could get up or do anything without waking him back up.

I hadn’t really thought about guests when I’d bought the place. I’d been focused only on how beautiful It was. It was tucked into the woods on one side and a cliff’s edge on the other, with an amazing view of the neighboring Mount Pheasant across the valley. Me being me, having guests sleep over never once occurred to me.

I’d just have to lie there until Austin woke up and was ready to start his day, I decided. Of course, that thought had me thinking about how much I needed to use the bathroom. I lay there debating, finally deciding that Austin had done the same downstairs, and that it was reasonable to get up in the middle of the night for a trip to the loo, as my prior countrymen would have said. I tiptoed down the little hallway purposely not peeking over the railing and invading Austin’s privacy.

It was going to be a long couple of days.

I exited a few moments later, noting how truly quiet it was, even the wind taking a momentary break. I think that’s why I startled so violently that I jumped at the sound of his voice. “Did I wake you?” he said softly, likely so as not to surprise me, but at my embarrassing little display, he began to chuckle. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just figured we were both awake, and we didn’t need to tiptoe around each other. If you're one of those guys who only half wakes up to take a piss in the middle of the night, ignore this conversation and go back to bed.” I stood where I was and didn’t respond for a beat, so he finished, “Good night, Randall.”

“Not asleep,” I croaked, and the wind picked up at that moment so violently that the windows in the loft rattled. I may have jumped again.

“I’m awake,” I tried again as I scurried to find my bathrobe and slippers.

I made my way downstairs. “Did I wake you?”

“Definitely not. This wind’s a bitch. I can’t believe it hasn’t let up. The snow did for a little bit, according to the weather app, but it’s going to start again later this morning.”

I came to a stop in front of the couch, facing him where he sat with the blanket over his head like a hood. It was utterly adorable. He leaned forward, which confused me for a moment, based on my proximity, as I thought he was leaning closer to me, closer to my … I almost turned to go, but Austin put his phone on the coffee table and yanked the blanket out from around him before he sat back in the seat, tossing it over his legs instead. I hadn’t moved, and I could feel the heat of the fireplace behind me, trying its best to chase the chill from the big open room. Though maybe it was the heat I felt travelling from my gut to my hairline at the thought of Austin’s head being in such close proximity to my cock.

Austin took me in, his sparkling brown eyes glancing up and down, making my body temperature rise even more. He flipped the excess blanket next to him and patted the couch. “Plenty of room for two.” He’d said it matter-of-factly, not at all seductively, but that look had seemed to be saying something else. My pulsing cock agreed.

He patted the couch again and ignored my lack of action in favor of starting a conversation.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep last night. I mean, I’ve seen that movie a million times, but still. It’s been a long week, getting through finals, then everything we went through yesterday.”

I snapped out of my weird state, brushing off his look and deciding it had been my imagination as I sat, a little further away than where he’d suggested, and stretched the blanket to cover my legs.

We both watched the flames dance. “I don’t miss those days. You must have been so relieved to be done and on your way home, and now we’re stuck here for days with nothing to do.”

“Stuck in a cabin made for a king with a full refrigerator and a magnificent view. I am not complaining. And I’m sure we’ll find something to keep us occupied.” He had this amazing talent for saying things that dripped with innuendo as if he were ordering dinner at a restaurant. Completely innocuous innocence. Or else I was just hearing what I wanted to hear since I found the man sitting next to me remarkably enticing.