LOGINBETTYThe restaurant is a blur of steam, laughter, and the rich scent of melted cheese and expensive hot cocoa.Finally, the chaos is contained. The kids are huddled together at three long tables, their faces flushed and glowing with the frantic, prideful energy of conquering the mountain. They slump in their chairs, regaling each other with exaggerated tales of their morning and afternoon on the slopes.I catch Grace at the far end of the table, her eyes bright as she demonstrates a carving turn with her hands, teaching two of her classmates how to keep their weight centered.She is a natural on the skis, graceful and fearless, a skill she undoubtedly inherited from her father. And watching her, I feel a sudden, sharp pang of pride, followed immediately by the quiet, heavy realization of how much our world has shifted in just twenty-four hours.My body is a living roadmap of last night. Every time I shift in my seat, my inner thighs ache with a dull, thrumming soreness, and my muscle
NATHANIELI can’t get enough of her. The scent of her skin clings to me like smoke. The heat of her body molds perfectly against mine, like she was carved to fit every hollow and ridge. It finally clicks what Chris told me those months ago. She’s in my blood. My fingers slide back inside her, and the broken way she moans my name short-circuits something in my brain.We’ve been at this for hours—fucking, drinking and eating, fucking again—and every round only makes me hungrier, her voice cracking as she gives herself over completely. She climaxes again, with a raw, shattered sound that echoes off the walls. I swallow it with my mouth, kissing her like I’m trying to crawl inside her skin, and the taste of her pleasure sends lightning down my spine. I pull back just enough to look at her. Her green eyes are half-lidded, exhausted, beautiful, and the words I love you, Betty, I love you with everything I am, burn behind my teeth. But I bite them back, and a smirk curls up instead.“Sho
I let myself look, really look, at the body I barely remember. He’s lean, the muscles hard, defined. His chest is broad, dusted with hair that trails down the center of his abs before disappearing into the waistband of his trousers. His shoulders are wide, his biceps thick, his forearms corded with muscle. He’s beautiful. A work of art. I reach for his belt, my fingers trembling slightly as I work the buckle, and the leather slides free, the button of his trousers popping open easily. The zipper rasps as I drag it down, the sound loud in the quiet room, and the worsted wool sags around his hips, revealing tight black boxer briefs underneath. The outline of his arousal is unmistakable, thick, hard, and hungry.He steps out of the trousers and the briefs, kicking them aside, and we stand before each other, completely bare. The firelight dances over his skin, highlighting the ridges of his abs, the cut of his hips. My eyes drop to his cock again, hard and thick, the head flushed and gli
BETTY“Are you just going to stand there?” I ask, my voice huskier than I intend as I let my knees fall apart a little wider, the wool slipping further. “Or should I come to you?” “Mmmh…” The sound is pure velvet, dark and rich. He closes the distance in a single stride, his hands landing on either side of my hips on the desk, caging me in, and his mouth hovers a breath above mine. “I missed you.” The kiss that follows is deeper, wetter, more desperate than the first. I feel it in every nerve ending, his hands sliding from the desk to grip my waist, pulling me flush against him. I gasp at the feel of him, hard and thick against my stomach. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing a hot path across my cheek to my ear, before biting the lobe gently, soothing the sting with his tongue. I shudder, my fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders, as he continues down my neck, sucking at the sensitive skin where my pulse hammers wildly. My hands slide from his shoulders to his biceps,
BETTYI cross the hardwood floor and pull the heavy door, ready to give whoever it is a piece of my mind for knocking so aggressively, but a tired-looking employee holding a silver-domed tray offers a polite smile and shuffles forward.Instead, I step back, motioning him into the room, and he carries the tray over to the small wooden table resting by the crackling fire."Enjoy your meal, ma'am," he says, turning back toward the door.I glance down at the tray, my brow furrowing instantly. "Wait. Where's my glass of wine?"The guy pauses, flashing a slightly weird, tight-lipped smile. "Ah. Room service doesn't actually dispatch individual glasses for this tier, but... someone from management is having a full bottle brought up to your room instead. Complimentary from the hotel."It is an oddly specific, wildly generous detail for a three-star mountain lodge, but my brain is too tired and hungry to ask any follow-up questions. "Right. Okay. Thank you."I lock the door behind him as he sli
BETTYEverything was going smoothly until we got to the accommodations.True to her character, Grace was so thrilled I was joining the trip that she refused to leave my side until we touched down on the private airstrip in Aspen.And looking out the window as we descended, the landscapes completely exceeded my expectations. It was breathtaking. A canvas of jagged peaks, heavy untouched snow, and expensive air.A fleet of black Mercedes Sprinter vans waited on the tarmac to ferry the kids and chaperones straight to our accommodations nestled deep against one of the mountains.When we pulled up, I was speechless. It was a massive, ten-bedroom luxury timber mansion swallowed by towering pines and snow.Inside, it was an absolute playground. The foyer opened into a towering vaulted living room centered around a sleek, modern stone fireplace. And before any of the adults could even step past the threshold, the kids abandoned their backpacks, scattering across the room with shrieks of pure
BETTYI freeze outside the door, my breath caught somewhere between my chest and my throat.I force myself to look in, and the sight steals whatever air was left in my lungs.The room looks like a battlefield, books scattered like fallen soldiers, and papers littering the floor in torn, angry flurri
BETTYI can’t bring myself to go back home yet, probably because I’m still riding the strange high from the meeting I just had with Amanda.There is something else I need to do first, something I’ve been avoiding for far too long, and because for the first time in a long while I feel like I’m done
BETTYThe Virnkirk’s really do know how to throw a party.Every corner of this house hums with quiet wealth, soft jazz, expensive laughter, and glasses chiming like silver bells.I look around and recognize more faces than I expect to. Most of them are always on Harriette’s guest list and part of he
BETTYI shift in my seat, heat flooding my cheeks, embarrassment prickling under my skin, and I glance at Grace, praying she’s not paying attention.Luckily, she’s busy playing with the ribbon on her dress, humming softly to herself, blissfully unaware of the tension wrapping the room like a storm c







