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Dinner is Served

I t’s been a long day of skiing, but we’re finally back at the Perry twin’s condo. Perfect timing. I could use an après ski drink right about now. My nerves are fried, my adrenaline running full tilt all day and not just from hitting jumps off cliffs. It was a killer day on the slopes for sure. Fresh powder, hit some fun lines with the twins and Lizzy.

And oh yeah, I got to make the woman of my dreams come on a gondola.

That was fucking crazy hot .

My dick’s been throbbing all day just thinking about how wet she was and how her legs wrapped around my head while she came. The way she pulled me into her by my hair.

Time to hold that thought and try to act normal though. I’m sitting at their dinner table with Collin and Lizzy while Ronni is in the kitchen. At least the table is my friend here, giving me a little coverage while I try to hide the bulge in my jeans.

“No way, Chap. Not buying it. There’s absolutely no way you’d enter a skijoring contest. You’re a crazy son of a bitch, but I don’t believe you.” Collin looks at me, completely doubting my level of seriousness.

“Um. Does someone want to tell me what skijoring is?” Lizzy looks confused like we’re talking about video games or something.

“Oh god, Lizzy. You fucked up. He’s never gonna shut up now. Tanner has been talking about this for years ,” says Ronni from the kitchen. I love it when she remembers things about me from the past. Little reminders that maybe I wasn’t as invisible as I felt for all those years. I look back to Lizzy.

“Ok, Lizzy. They probably don’t do this in Park City or Aspen Valley, so that’s a fair question.” I’m trying to be nice, but she’s still scowling at me. Damn. What’s it going to take to make her accept that I’m not into her? Anyways.“So yeah, skijoring. Basically combine a rodeo and park skiing. They build a course through town, covering the roads with snow and build ramps and jumps. Then the skiers grab a water ski handle that’s tied to a horse and a cowboy pulls the skier through the course fast enough for the skier to hit the jumps, racing through town. It’s fucking gnarly.”

Lizzy looks at me, surprisingly interested. “Cowboys you said? I think I could get on board.”

“You’re in luck, Lizzy. There’s always one in town the weekend after New Year’s Day. We should be able to go to it this year,” Ronni says from the kitchen.

I look over towards Ronni from the table, still in the kitchen as Collin and Lizzy start talking about cowboys. She’s changed into some black yoga pants and a red tank top showing the criss crossed straps of her sports bra over her toned back, her long legs and perky butt perfectly outlined. She looks at me, her smiling face framed by her hair that’s still in a pair of long braids. She has one of my knives in hand as she gets ready to start cutting onions and cilantro. She looks relaxed, at ease. I can only hope in some way I’ve helped with that.

With the urges in my jeans under control, for the moment anyways, I head to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.

Ok, let’s be real. I just want to be close to her again while Collin and Lizzy are distracted talking about cowboys.

The kitchen is tiny, barely enough room for two people to stand in, let alone cook together. The fridge is opposite the counter she’s working at and I have no choice but to bump into her as I squeeze by. The front of my jeans brushes against her ass, sending shivers through me and my dick fucking twitches hard.

“Oh, sorry, Ronni. Tight squeeze in here.” My dick twitches again at the thought of her tight pussy squeezing my fingers earlier today. Fuck I need to get my shit under control. I still have to make it through dinner with everyone.

“No worries, Tanner.” She says, a wry smile on her face as I grab a beer from the fridge. Fuck, she’s thinking about it too.

“All good in here? Happy to lend a hand .” I’m sure she’s got it under control, but still I would do anything to have an excuse to stay this close to her.

“Nope. All good. You’ve done more than enough with those hands today, Tanner.” There’s a subtle sultry shift in the tone of her voice. We’re side by side in front of the counter now, me standing between her and the others in the dining room.

“Well I’m glad you’re having a good trip, Ronni. Let me know if you need a hand with anything.”

“Don’t worry, I will. Lord knows those two aren’t gonna help,” she says, shaking her head.

“Hey we heard that, V. Very funny,” Lizzy chimes in from the dining table.

As I turn to head back to the dining table, my body blocking their view of Ronni, I feel a hand press against the back of my shoulder. It runs down the sleeve of my t-shirt before it reaches my skin.

Fuck me. I stop dead in my tracks.

When her finger reaches my skin, she delicately runs her finger nail down the back of my arm. I feel the hairs on my neck standing, chills running through me. Her touch cuts through me to my core.

I manage to pull myself away and head back to the table, beer in hand. I carefully sit back down, adjusting myself under the table the first chance I get when Collin and Lizzy look back to Ronni in the kitchen.

With that situated, I look back towards the kitchen. She’s back to work, dicing the cooked chicken now. I love watching people use my knives, but with her it’s something else. I know she loves cooking and appreciates them. Watching the way she deftly handles them in her hands, nimbly cutting away, brings back the memories of the hours I spent making each one and makes them all worth it.

“Chap, settle this debate for us. Lizzy thinks there are still real cowboys crawling all over the bars in Jackson. Can you tell her she’s crazy?” Collin looks at me, shifting my attention away from Ronni.

“Ok, Lizzy. Here’s the deal. This place is fuckin’ expensive to live in. The only working ranches left in town raise bougie ass fancy wagyu cattle and have a small handful of cowboys.” I’m now fully invested in this. I can’t wait to watch this fancy resort girl try to pick up a cowboy in town. This is gonna be fun to watch.

“Alright, Chapman. It sounds like there’s a but the way you said that.” Lizzy eyes me curiously. Collin is also now watching me closely, clearly interested as well.

“Right, so there are some but you’re gonna have to fight the local girls for them. Good luck with that, I know that’s a fight even I wouldn’t want to pick. Those girls are fuckin’ mean. Now, your best bet is the rodeo when it’s in town, but that’s only in the summer. Since it’s winter, maybe the skijoring event. Those bring the guys from the towns further out where the real cowboys are.”

Collin and Lizzy are both grinning now, hooked on my every word. Oh man. The nights with them the rest of their trip are gonna be fun to watch.

My how to catch a cowboy guide for Collin and Lizzy is interrupted by Ronni, bringing food to the table. Everything looks and smells amazing. Chipotle marinated chicken, fresh sliced jalape?os, diced onions, cilantro, fresh cooked tortillas. This is way better than I ever eat at home.

She’s always been so good at cooking, so natural at hosting people. The table is covered in a spread that looks like something even my grandma, always ready to serve you more food than you need, would approve of.

I’ve always wondered why she wouldn’t do this for a living. With the huge mansions, wealthy tourists, and second home owners throwing parties, there’s always a demand for private chefs in town. She’d be so natural at it and be her own boss. I’ve never seen anything she can’t do when she puts her mind to it.

“Dinner is served. There’s more beer in the fridge and here’s a fresh bottle of wine. Dig in,” she says, sitting down beside me, Collin and Lizzy opposite us at the table.

“Damn, V. Everything looks great,” Lizzy says, “Thanks again girl.”

“Hey, I’m just ready to eat. It’s been a day,” Ronni says, taking a sip of wine.

The dining table is small and we’re only a foot or so apart. Being this close to her after having my tongue inside her this morning, while sneaking around my best friend is such an unexpected rush. I don’t think I’m the only one that feels this way.

She takes an extra second or two to place a napkin in her lap and while her hand is under the table, she drags her finger nail carefully up my leg over my jeans, before placing it back on her wine glass on the table. I take a deep breath, practically shuddering.

God. She’s having as much fun with this as I am. Well two can play at that game.

“Hey Ronni. You remember that concert we saw at the spring festival back in high school? The time you guys came for the season closing over spring break?” I look to her, one side of my mouth quirking up.

She glances to me, pondering my question as her wine glass rests on her lower lip. “Yeah. I do. That was a fun night. What made you think about it? That was ages ago.”

“When I was driving this morning, I heard a song from one of those bands on the radio. I can’t remember their name though. I swear, it’s been on the tip of my tongue all day.” I watch as my words have the desired effect and her eyes go wide for just a second as hints of pink creeps onto her face. Under the table I can feel her fingers dig into my knee and I try to hold back a laugh. But she quickly gathers herself and I doubt Collin or Lizzy noticed anything.

“I’ll have to think about that, Tanner. It has been a while.” She grabs the bottle of wine in the middle of the table and turns to Lizzy as she refills her glass. “So, Lizzy. Did you have a favorite run the last couple days?”

“Hmm… I’d have to say Laramie Bowl. Great pitch, awesome snow coverage, protected from the wind. Definitely fun with today’s powder.” Lizzy says before inhaling another bite of her food.

Damn, Ronni’s right, that girl can put down food. Where does it even go?

“Nice choice, Lizzy. We’ll keep that in mind tomorrow. Time to really show you around now that you’ve got your ski legs under you.” Ronni’s all smiles tonight. She definitely wasn’t this happy the last time I saw her. I’m loving every second of this.

I watch as she takes a sip of wine, a small drop of it runs down her lip. She takes her finger tip, with her manicured pink nails, wiping off her lips before putting it back in her mouth.

Fuck me. My dick is straining against the fly of my jeans under the table again. I can’t imagine what those lips would feel like around me .