Not only that, I fucked himandhis roommate at the same time.
Sexually depraved, thy name is Kane.
Only, what we did doesn’t feel depraved or dirty.
Just like the first time with each of them, they made me feel special. Cherished. How that’s possible in the midst of something that seemslike it should be taboo I have no idea, but there’s no doubt in my mind it’s true. Blake was gentle and observant, reading and responding to my silent cues. Jace was patient, yet commanding, providing the guidance and instruction that ensured all of us were satisfied. Together they made the experience beautiful in spite of the forbidden nature of things, and it worked out so well I can honestly say my body wants more. My heart, on the other hand, is hesitant.
I already caught a case of the feels for each of them the first time we were together, though I was rational enough not to dwell on it. I accepted that those were special moments not special beginnings, mainly because they couldn’t be the beginning of anything at the time.
Last night falls into the former category. It was one night. One incredible, mind-blowing, perfect night, but ultimately just one. If I keep it up, I could see it becoming the latter in my mind, which is a problem considering there’stwoof them. I can’t have a special beginning with two people. Right?
Of course, I can’t. That’s ridiculous. Does that mean I should stop this thing now before I develop feelings for both of them? Probably. Definitely. Will I? That’s…
“Sorry about that.” I jump when the receiver hits its cradle with a crack. “The forest service wants to push back our opening date because of some bird migration. What birds in the air have to do with snow on the ground is beyond me, but they’re afraid the overlap would hurt the birds. “If it’s not one thing…” Carter trails off, shaking his head with frustration.
“I’m sorry. Should I come back another time?” There’s nothing worse than meeting with someone who’s in a bad mood before you even start to speak.
“No, let’s hear the update on the bike park. I need some goodnews.”
That I can do.A relieved smile spreads across my face. “I’ve got lots of that. The first trail, which we’ve nicknamed Grasshopper, is about twenty-five percent done. It starts off with some nice switchbacks that weave down the steeper terrain at the top, a safer option than pointing the trail straight downhill, and it will finish with some long, rolling straightaways toward the bottom. We’re on track to finish that by the end of the season as sort of a preview to what we’re bringing to the mountain.”
“Good, good.” Carter nods, pausing so I can continue.
“We’re also making progress on the path for the trails we’ll be starting on next season. The switchbacks turned out so well on Grasshopper that we’d like to duplicate them on a blue or even a black run, only with taller berms to accommodate higher speeds. The goal will be to create a luge effect so bikers can ride the wall of the trail. Closer to the base area, the trail will end in a series of jumps, rollers for the blue trails and table-tops for black.”
“You’ll have clear signage to indicate which trails are which? I don’t want a green rider ending up on a black trail.” Carter’s tone is firm, leaving no doubt safety is his top priority. I respect that.
“Yes, sir. Plus, the trails won’t merge, so unless a rider cuts between trails there shouldn’t be any crossover where people end up on a route that’s too advanced for them.”
“Sounds like everything is on schedule. And what about you? How are you doing?” Though his eyes are gentle his stare is intense, setting me on edge.
He doesn’t… He couldn’t… There’s no way he could know, right?
“I’m…” I swallow under the weight of his gaze. “I’m doing well.”
“Have you met anyone yet or explored the town?” Though he can’t be too much older than me, Carter’s making me feel like a parent asking their kid if they've finished their homework.
“I went to Murphy’s?” It comes out like a question, causing blood to rush to my cheeks.
“Best fries in town.” Carter grins. I return it with a shy smile of my own.
“So, listen.” He leans forward, resting his forearms on the desk. “It wasn’t that long ago I moved here and spent the first year holed up here in the resort, thinking I had too much work on my plate to do anything else. I don’t want you to make my same mistake. Make sure to get out and experience the town. There’s nowhere else like it.”
My heartbeat returns to normal with the realization that Carter’s only looking out for me, not speculating about my private life, and I give him a genuine smile. “I will. Promise.”
Scooting off the chair, I give him a lame wave then head several floors down to my office, where Blake’s waiting patiently in the chair next to my desk.Shit – somehow, I forgot I’d have to see him following... yeah.
I’ve never really had to do the morning after before. Not one where there’s a gap in time. Usually—okay the two times it’s happened—I woke up with the other person, and we shared a hug or kiss goodbye. What’s the protocol for waking up alone and going to work with the guy who watched someone else fuck me while I sucked him off? Is there any way to do this without turning the color of a tomato, because red and pink don’t mix so well.
“Hey.” I stride past him and take a seat at my desk, casting him what I hope is a normal-ishsmile. At least I think it is since he doesn’t point it out.
“How’d things go with Carter this morning? Is he happy with the progress so far?”
“Fine. Yeah.” My leg bounces uncontrollably under the desk though I plow forward since trying to stop it would only draw moreattention. “I explained how we marked the trails, went through the timeline. We talked about… What are you doing?” My eyes track Blake as he jumps up and strides toward the door.
“Giving us some privacy.” It clicks shut.
“What for?” My knee bounces faster, despite the fact I’m no longer fueling it with oxygen.
