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All their faces broke into wide grins, but none wider than Gio’s. I rolled my eyes as I stepped out of my skis and picked them up awkwardly. These things were surprisingly heavy. Stepping towards me, Gio took them out of my hand effortlessly and propped them on one shoulder before lifting his onto his other shoulder. “Follow me,” he smirked.
It looked like they had all planned this, as Elle decided to hang back with her mum and siblings. Really? Could they be any more obvious? I chuckled as Chandler's voice from Friends entered my mind. Gio glanced over his shoulder at me as we walked towards the terrifying looking ski lift that I had so far managed to dodge.
“What are you chuckling at?”
“Oh nothing. Just the look on your face when I beat you to the bottom of this hill.” Okay, so I knew that was impossible, but a bit of self-confidence can go a long way, right?
“If you beat me to the bottom of this hill, I will doanythingyou like tonight,” he gave me a seductive look and my heart melted. OK, now I have something to actually focus on. I was competitive by nature, even though I was terrible at sports. Put me in a game of scrabble and I will whip your ass! But I was still going to give this my best shot.
“Anything?” I raised one eyebrow suggestively as we joined the back of the queue.
“Anything,” he husked, bending down and kissing my lips quickly. I froze. He just kissed me in public. In front of all these people. “But it is not going to happen, bambola.”
“Don’t underestimate my newly learnt skills, Gio. Andre said I have a very technical snow plough,” I replied smugly, and his eyes narrowed in that dangerous way that made my core ache with need.
“You mention that man’s name again and I will plough you!” He growled and my eyes widened. Oh my god!
“You are an idiot,” I giggled as we reached the front of the line. Suddenly, my nerves forced me to focus on the tiny disc seats that were swinging through the air on the wire and pulling people up the steep incline.
“You better win than bambola or that will be your punishment.” He smirked as he dropped our skis to the floor and stepped into his. That didn't sound like much of a punishment. I copied him and he looked down at me, staring with fear at the fast-moving seats. They didn’t seem to be moving this fast a minute ago. “All you need to do is grab the pole and put it between your legs.” His tone made me glance up at him as the playfulness danced behind his eyes. “It shouldn’t be a problem. You liked having me between your legs last night.”
I shook my head, hiding my amused smile. “Please give up the sexual innuendos. You are not impressing anyone,” I chided back and he grinned.
“Oh I will try. But it’s hard. Sooooo hard.”
I stared up at him a little flustered as images of his perfectly hard dick entered my mind. Without warning, Gio grabbed the pole that came hurtling towards us and shoved it between my legs. I screamed as I was propelled up the mountain. Gripping the pole tightly, I heard Gio’s laughter behind me, but I was too focused on not falling off this thing to glare at him.
After a short while, I got used to the feeling and was actually quite enjoying the ride up the mountain. We had passed a few different flags signalling the runs and I was starting to worry that we were going too high. What goes up, must come down!
“Liv! Hop off at the next flag,” I heard Giovanni’s booming voice behind me. My eyes bulged in panic. Hop off?
“How? How do I get off?” I shouted back.
“Just pull it out between your legs,” I could hear his amusement in his tone and I groaned. The blue flag was fast approaching and I took a deep breath. Lifting one leg slightly, I pulled the pole down and, to my genuine relief, it came out from between my legs. My relief was short-lived when I realised I would now have to let go as it was still dragging me up the mountain.
“Liv let go!”
“I can’t!” I panicked, well aware that as soon as I did, I would go sliding backwards down the slope.
“Let go!” His commanding tone made me release the pole and squeal as I instantly felt my body slipping down the slope. “Ahhhhh!”
I squeezed my eyes shut stupidly but felt my body slam into a hard wall of muscle. Squinting them open, I peered up anxiously to see that I was no longer moving and was in fact in the safety of Giovanni’s arms. I exhaled as I clung to his biceps and he smirked. Pulling us along sideways to the top of the slope, my heart started pounding in my chest. Why, oh why did I agree to this again?
“You look nervous bambola?” Gio smirked, still holding my body close to him in his arms.
“Not nervous. Just fearing for my life,” I whispered as I gulped at how high up we had come. Andre better not have been lying to me! My snow plough had better be fucking incredible to get me down here in one piece.
A low chuckle vibrated from his chest, and I looked up into those hypnotic brown eyes. “You are so cute.”
I frowned. I did not like being called cute. Realising I was in fact clinging to him like a damsel in distress, I let go and wobbled unsteadily away.
“This is a long slope. You don’t want to go in a straight line because you will pick up too much speed. Try to zig zag to the bottom, bend your knees and relax. I’ve got you, okay?” He spoke beside me but I couldn’t focus on what he was saying. I just wanted to get this over with and get back to the bottom and grab a beer.
Of course he wants me zigzagging to the bottom, so he can win!
“Stop talking and let's do this!” I gritted through my teeth and his eyes crinkled at the sides before he pulled down his goggles, hiding them from view.
“I’ll give you a head start, bambola! I am kind like that,” he mumbled as he pulled up the neck scarf over his chin. I rolled my eyes before pulling down my own goggles and holding my breath. Pushing off with the sticks, I felt my body glide forwards on the pristine, hard snow. Keeping my feet pointed in a triangle shape, I snow ploughed the fastest I had so far but it felt OK. It felt... good. The wind picked up and my hair whipped out of my face and I did feel that sting of the bitter breeze against my cheeks. Focusing hard on not falling over, I didn’t see the teenage boy in front who was not moving out of my way.
