When an icy blizzard blows into rural Colorado at the start of blizzard season, everything that could go wrong for Sierra St. Vincent goes wrong. A naturally stubborn woman with a blurry past, she wants nothing more than to get in her career and spe...
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"What was that?" Sierra hobbles to the window in alarm. She doesn't see anything.
"You jumpy." Everest couldn't hide his quick laugh if he wanted to. She's cute.
"My cottage isn't around trees like yours." Her answer is simple.
"Tree or tree limb fell over. That typically happens when the snow gets too heavy." Everest explains.
"Interesting..." Not to let the conversation awkwardly fall, Sierra changes the subject. "My coworker told me about the man that just swept into Ice Cliff one night and bought everything up in like a month."
"Nuh. I didn't hear about that." Ev rubs his beard. He liked hearing about the legends of his Family or himself. Himself more though...
"You didn't? Hmm." Si stares at him almost suspiciously. "Legend has it that he came in like five years ago and bought up the bank first. Then he bought out the owners of the general and grocery store. So apparently, I work for him. Heh."
She finished her glass and makes herself comfortable in the Alaskan king-sized bed. "Aside from allat though, I didn't hear much about him as a person."
"What you think he's like?"
"Precise. Private, maybe lonely. Shout out to him though because I got the job without an interview." She swallows the rest of her wine.
"Where did you go to college?"
"Well...I went to an HBCU in Denver but I rented out a lil cottage just over the mountain. It was cheaper than tryna stay in the city on a workstudy salary. Heh...a cute old dude lets me stay for a fraction of what I would've paid for a one bedroom in the city." The red wine has her much more talkative than usual.
"Then for undergrad, I'm part of this...Minnelli School of Business. They let anybody have a school of something. I bet I could have Sierra St. Vincent School of Accounting one day." She lets a little laugh slip.
Everest watches her on the bed. They're blazing through the bottle of wine quickly.
"Hmm..."
"I bet that guy is an old white man." Everest chokes on his wine. "E.M. That's what my check be signed as when I pick it up every Friday. The same initials, the same way every time." Sierra busies herself making a barrier between them. "That doesn't bother me though. I like consistency."
He grabs some blankets and makes himself comfortable on the floor.
"You-you don't have to be on the floor." She pats one side of the bed.
"What makes you think E.M. is a white man?" He climbs in on his side.
"I don't really..." She shrugs. Instinctively, she scoots closer to the man. "I'm still figuring out this small town, even though I've been up here maybe, two years. When I turned twenty-three. What about you?"
"I was twenty-two. I been up here a minute." He admits cryptically. "I put yo phone on charge...so ya mans could hear from you." He changes the subject.
"Man...heh. I left that in Pearl River." Her laugh is a tad bitter.
"That?"
"I had a fiancé but we just didn't work out." She looks into his eyes. "What about you?"
"I like staying single. Much better than allowing women to get attached to me because the sex is good. Or we had a few nice trips."
"Oh you cocky..." Sierra teases him.
"Yes and no. It's the truth. My Pop always told me to never give more than someone can handle."
"I feel that's a double entrende somewhere."
"Depends." He shrugs. His leg bumps her good leg. Sparks warmed his skin. "What happened with ya fiancé?"
"I was about, twenty-two. I'd won the opportunity to represent my school in some national competitions on Miami's campus and decided to not stay at the hotel in Miami. So I hightail it back to his place on the island. I enter the bedroom and he's balls deep in another girl. At 4 am." She rearranges herself again. "So I flew back early and didn't finish the competition. And I learned a valuable thing that night."
"And that was?"
"Intuition is a muthafucka." She chuckles. "When you young, you swear you got all the answers. I had no business tryna get married at that age anyway."
Everest didn't say anything else. But he did scoot closer to her to make sure what he was feeling was, the feeling.
Feeling bolder than usual, Sierra rubs her hand on his abs just slightly. "Thank you." Her lips graze his just a little. Everest takes the initiative and pecked her lips. Two pecks. Three pecks. Barriers be damned.
Sierra opens her mouth to receive him. Their tongues move in sync, one no more dominant than the other. Everest moves to kiss her neck, behind her ear, caressing her skin under the pullover.
Her skin tingling. Her body reacting to the man.
Everest pushes her over and gingerly makes his presence between her legs. Instinctively sucking on a spot under her chin. Her spot.
Lightly grinding himself between her legs. Increasing the pressure and want.
Her mouth creates an O.
"What you wanna do?" He whispers.
"Whatever you wanna do." She is breathless. Charging it to not having sex in a long time, Sierra is ready to experience all this mysterious man has to offer.
Kissing his way down her belly and moving the sweatpants out the way. His eyes widen in wonder at her moist flower. His mouth waters in anticipation.
Her taste doesn't disappoint. He groans in delight. Everest kisses her clit gently. Her heavy breathing turns him on further.
Exploring her over and over again. Sucking her clit. "Ev-" her moan gets cut off as she comes in his mouth.
Her body jerks when he decides to make her do it again. "Stop stop...I can't!"
He ignores her as he makes another wave of pleasure pushes her over the edge again.
Satisfied, Everest rose up to take his place between her legs. Ridding himself of his clothes altogether, he slides in.
"Ooh shit. Wait! Hol' up." She places a hand to his stomach.
Everest takes the hand and intertwined it with his fingers, deepening the strokes. "Oh my God!" Sierra stares in his eyes. Sparks engulfing them.
He pushes them over, careful to hold her injured ankle gently. A strong contrast to the strokes he was delivering her. Sierra holds the back of his neck.
Scratches on his back, neck. Toes curling. Several positions to cater to her ankle.
