Page 20 of Stuck With Mr. Frosty (Delectable Protectors #5)
“I agree. I thought a lot about whether I was doing the right thing or not while I was going through it.”
He studies me, something in his eyes that’s close to understanding. “And clearly, you decided to be by her side. I can’t imagine that was an easy choice to make either. It’s hard to see loved ones struggling.”
“It was. I thought a lot about what I was doing while I was going through it. Mom kept telling me to go out and live my life, but I didn’t know how to live my life without her in it, and I guess that’s where I’ve gotten to now.”
Aiden puts his wine to the side and drapes his arms over the edge of the hot tub. “I don’t know about you, but I happen to like where we are right now. Far better than the foster homes I used to spend time in.”
I grin, moving to straddle his lap, my arms draping over his shoulders. “Oh, are we going to play a game of whose backstory is more tragic?”
His hands drop to my waist. “I was thinking we could. I already told you about how my father couldn’t bear to be around me. Should I tell you about how I kept trying to get his approval?”
“I held my mother’s hand while she died. At least, I thought she was, and then she took this horrible gasping breath and looked me in the eyes and told me she loved me.”
“Okay.” Aiden toys with the strings on my hips. “You win. You have the most tragic backstory, and I won’t try to compete with you for it again. I’m pretty sure I’m only going to lose.”
I laugh and run my fingers through his hair, pushing the damp strands back from his face as the snow keeps falling down around us. “If it makes you feel better, the next time we start to compete with tragic stories, I’ll let you win.”
He smirks, his gaze locked on mine. He tugs on the strings, the fabric dropping away from my body. He pulls it free and slings it onto the deck.
My nails trace patterns on his chest as I grind against his hardening cock. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I think both of us need to recover from our tragic backstories, and from what I hear, sex can be very healing. Especially when there’s someone as stunning as you riding my cock and begging to come.”
I arch a brow, fingers drifting over the pounding pulse in his neck. “Oh, you think I’m going to be begging for it, do you?”
“I know you’re going to be.” He lifts his hips and grinds into me. “We both know when it comes to riding me, you’re nothing but needy.”
Leaning in, I kiss him, our tongues tangling as he reaches for the strings behind my neck. Once the fabric is out of the way, he cups my breasts, pulling my nipples between his fingers until I’m writhing against him.
Heat floods between my thighs as I grind down on the bulge in his pants. He groans into the kiss, one hand sinking into my hair and pulling me closer.
When his teeth sink into my bottom lip, I moan a little louder. He pulls my nipple into a stiff peak, pulling on my hair at the same time to angle my head back. Both of us are gasping for breath.
His lips find my neck and he bites down on my pulse, flicking his tongue over the sting until it’s gone.
“What do you want?” He drags my earlobe between his teeth.
“You.” I hold on to his broad shoulders, rocking with him as he lifts his hips and drives up into me, his swim shorts still in the way.
Aiden smirks against my skin, kissing his way lower down my chest, flicking his tongue over my nipple. He teases it until I’m aching and desperate for him.
And then he switches to the other side, repeating the process. My inner walls clench tight, and if I don’t get to ride him soon, I think I’m going to go insane. I need to feel him buried deep inside me. I need his fingers on my clit, teasing me until I come.
“Sounds like you’re going to have to beg,” he says, his voice husky.
I bite down on another moan, his fingers dipping between my legs. He rolls my clit between his fingers before flattening them against it and sending waves of lust through my body.
“Please,” I say, breathless, as he lifts his hips and pulls off his shorts. “Please. I need you.”
He smirks and picks me up, turning around and setting me on the edge of the hot tub. The cold air is a harsh shock, but I don’t have long to think about it. Not when he gets on his knees in front of me, his mouth closing over my core.
His tongue flicks against the little bundle of nerves as I grip onto the side of the hot tub, trying to keep myself upright. His fingers press into my pussy, crooking against my inner walls and moving in time with his tongue.
He sucks hard on my clit, and I see stars as I come. His fingers keep thrusting, drawing out the pleasure until my legs stop shaking on either side of his shoulders.
And just when I think it’s over, his tongue keeps going, swirling around me like I’m the best dessert he’s ever had. I arch into him, and he hauls one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle so his fingers and tongue can work deeper into me.
Aiden nips my inner thigh before pulling back. “I want you on my cock now, but I don’t know if that’s what you want.”
His fingers drive deep into me, stretching my inner walls and making my entire body shake.
“Please. I need you right now. Please, just make me come.”
He chuckles and pulls me back to him, sinking down onto one of the seats while I straddle him. My legs brace either side of his thighs, and I sink down onto his cock.
Aiden’s fingers dig into my hips, and he sets the pace, guiding me up and down, sinking deeper into me each time. I pulse around him, nails raking against his skin while my back arches.
I come again when he leans forward and captures my mouth in a searing kiss. His cock throbs, and I clamp down hard around it. Aiden comes, his slow strokes eventually stopping, his arms banding around me tight.
Though I don’t know how the next couple of days will be, it’s hard to imagine that they’ll be any better than being in his arms and looking up at the snow and the stars.
When we get back to the staff cabin two days later, all I want to do is turn around and run back to our private little haven.
Rosie glances at me over the back of the couch as I lug in the bags. “Where’s Aiden?”
“He had to run to see Carter. Something about some hikers getting injured near the search and rescue station and needing to bring them back down to the resort.” I set the bags inside the door.
She nods to my room. “There’s a letter in there for you. Arrived yesterday.”
“Thanks.” I kick off my things and drag the bags into the room before turning and seeing the letter on the desk.
My heart stops in my chest at the return address. My hands are shaking as I slip a finger beneath the seal and open it up, pulling out the sheet of paper.
Dear Miss Kirk,
We are thrilled to offer you the position of kindergarten teacher at Southwood Elementary School. Please find enclosed the paperwork we need you to fill out and submit to us by the end of the month.
We are overjoyed to have you join us at Southwood Elementary. We know that you’ll be a great addition to the team. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to reach out.
Ava Ness
Southwood Elementary Principal
I read the short letter a couple more times, flipping through the stack of papers in the back.
My contract isn’t long, but the salary listed is enough to make my jaw drop.
I hadn’t hoped for something so good when becoming a teacher just out of college, but there’s the number — a high enough salary to sustain me for the rest of the year if I choose to go back home.
My phone starts ringing, and my heart drops to my stomach. Please don’t let it be Aiden.
June’s name flashes on the screen as I pull my phone out of my pocket. I slide my thumb across the screen, wondering what I possibly forgot for her to be calling me on my first day back.
“Where are you?” June asks, her voice shrill. “You and Rosie were supposed to be at work ten minutes ago. When I granted you time off, I didn’t think that it was going to come to this.”
I tossed the letter back on the desk. “Shit, I’ll be there in a few minutes. I’ll grab Rosie too. I’m so sorry.”
June sighs. “Hurry up.”
We hang up, and I rush to the living room, hauling my boots back on and grabbing my ski coat and pants from beside the door. “Rosie, we’re late.”
“Shit!” Rosie tosses her popcorn bag to the side and springs up from the couch, flying to the door, pulling on her ski pants and stomping into her boots. She hauls on her jacket, and we hurry out the door.
Figuring out what to do about my teaching job is going to have to wait until later.