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Chapter Two
Gabe
The moment my sister’s old friend steps out of her car, I completely forget my annoyance at being interrupted.
I had finally slipped into loungewear, after the world’s longest day. Thanks to Christmas just two short days away, our office was busier than normal. I had two broken bones, thanks to falls on the ice, and more sick kids than usual, courtesy of aggressive flu and strep throat strands. Then toss in the snowstorm, which doubled the time for my commute home and added the fun of shoveling the walkway to even get to my back door. I probably should have hooked up the plow on the four-wheeler and cleared the driveway, but I was beat and just looking to unwind.
Then my sister called.
Since I hadn’t taken the time to plow my driveway, I only had one mode of transportation left that would get me from point A to point B. The moment my legs were shoved into my snowsuit, I had my helmet and gloves on and headed just down the road from my property.
Now, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is standing before me in an outfit completely unsuitable for the elements. Black leggings, ankle boots that look more designer than anything else, and an oversized sweater hanging over one shoulder.
“Gabe?”
“Yeah.” The word comes out all raspy and dry, like I haven’t drank a drop of liquid all day.
“Thanks for coming for me,” she says, giving me a small grin that seems to do more for my libido than any woman has done in a very long time.
“You’re not going to be able to ride in that. Do you have a coat, gloves, scarf?” I ask, my tone a little gruffer than I meant it to.
“Oh, yeah,” she replies, opening up the back door and pulling out a thick down coat with fur around the hood.
While she removes a few personal effects from her Kia Niro, I take a look around the vehicle to see if there’s any way of pulling her out, which of course there isn’t. She’s good and truly stuck. It’s going to take a shovel and a tow truck to get her out of this drift. “This an electric car?” I ask, meeting her back at the door as she retrieves a suitcase.
“Hybrid,” she confirms, trying to tug the large piece of luggage through the snowdrift.
“Uhh, that’s not going to work.”
“What?” she asks, stopping and facing me.
“That’s too big to hang onto while I drive the snowmobile. You’re gonna need to just grab a few things out of it and leave it here.”
Her pretty green eyes widen, and her sexy little mouth falls open. “What? No! I can’t just leave it here, with all my things.”
“It’s not safe to try to hang onto that thing on our return ride.”
She huffs, her breath coming out in little puffs of steam against the falling snow. “What do you suppose I do?”
“Take a few things, and we’ll secure them in my suit,” I suggest, taking her suitcase and tossing it on top of the hood.
Blair sighs and carefully steps up, her leg dropping into the drift and sinking in the cold, wet snow. She yelps, pulling her leg free and shaking her boot. I almost tell her those aren’t the best boots for the weather, but something tells me it would be an unnecessary statement. She works quickly grabbing a few items of clothing and a cosmetics bag. “You’re sure I can’t take the whole thing? What if I just sit on it?”
“And have you bounce off at the first rut I hit? Not happening, sweetheart,” I mutter, zipping up the suitcase and tossing it back into the car. “Ready?”
She lets out a deep breath and turns her attention back to the snowmobile. “I suppose.”
I reach over and unzip my suit, grabbing her clothing and shoving it inside. As I do, something falls to the ground. Something tiny, pink, and lacy. My cock notices instantly and twitches with approval.
Blair snatches the panties out of the snow and huffs. “Why can’t I just put my clothes under my own coat?”
My brain focuses on the strip of lace in her hand. “Because they’ll fall out the bottom of your coat. In my suit, they aren’t going anywhere,” I state, holding out my hand.
She holds my gaze, her eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly. In this moment, I’m reminded of the tiny little spitfire from my youth. With a dramatic huff, she thrusts the panties against my chest, tucking them into my snowsuit.
I try to ignore the heat licking my veins, but it’s impossible with her touch—even through my shirt and for only a fraction of a second.
Blair ensures her car is locked and slowly trudges through the snow to where my unit is waiting. Once my suit is zipped, I hand over my helmet. “Put this on.”
