Page 6 of Away Game

“Ugh,” she huffed and did some little jog in place thing that made her boobs jiggle. She cupped her double d’s and hefted them up. “I know you like what you see.”

“Give it up, Monica,” I groaned as I put in the code for my room. When I was young, I hated that my parents had a lock on their bedroom door, and I couldn’t come in whenever I wanted. They weren’t having people over or roaming the house back then; they simply wanted to keep me out. Now, I was thankful for a lock and understood somewhat.

I let the door slam behind me, hoping she’d get the picture and leave me alone. When I heard her fists hit the door, I connected my phone to the music system and turned the music up until it drowned out the noise. Stripping off my clothes as I went, I headed toward the bathroom and turned the shower water on. Once it was warm, I stepped under the spray to rid my body of the chlorine smell after being in the hot tub. I hated nothing more than going to bed smelling like chlorine.

My shower was supposed to be a quick in and out, but my dick didn’t get the picture. I was hard as a rock, and even as I turned the water to cold, it wouldn’t go down. I swore my dick was as stubborn as I was sometimes.

Pumping a squirt of body wash into my hand, I gripped my straining cock with my hand and started to touch myself with long, hard strokes. With each upstroke, I twisted the tip. No matter how hard, soft, or long I rubbed one out, I couldn’t find my release. I tried thinking of Monica’s creamy tits and how her nipples were likely a light pink color since she was a redhead. How good it would feel to fuck her tits. Still, she did nothing for my aching cock. I was about to give up and find another bottle of alcohol that would hopefully turn my dick off when light mocha skin covering a long, lean body and a six-pack that led to… my body fell against the cold tile wall as spurts of cum coated my stomach and hand.

Turning off the now frigid water, I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I didn’t bother to put any clothes on. Instead, I turned off the music, turned on the fireplace, and slipped into bed, where I pulled the down comforter up over my head.

As I drifted off to sleep, I contemplated how I gave myself the best orgasm of my life while thinking of West fucking Jackson.

4

Fin

What was the fucking luck?After listening all day to the girls crying about falling on their asses and the bruises they were sure to have, then the guys bragging about their latest trick to get laid by the annoying girls tonight, I was finally alone. The only problem was somehow, while driving in the now raging snowstorm, I got a flat tire. How did I get a fucking flat tire in the snow?

I wasn’t incompetent, but with almost two feet of snow now on the ground and piling up fast, I was finding it near impossible to change my flat. By the time I got it fixed, I’d be lucky to be able to drive with all the snow.

I’d been on the side of the road for an hour already, and not one single car had passed by during that time. Everyone who’d come to the resort with me left before I did. Which at the time, I was thankful for, but now not so much. I was sure by now they were already at the house and partying it up.

When I’d had cell phone reception earlier, I called Oz, but he hadn’t picked up. With the party that was surely going on, it could be hours before he saw my missed call and message. With the storm going strong, I wasn’t sure when I’d get a signal again, but I was pretty sure I was going to have frostbite by then.

Lights flashed through the interior of my Range Rover, making me perk up and snapped me away from the dark thoughts that were beginning to take over if I wasn’t found. Pulling my coat’s hood over my head, I hopped out and was ready to jump in front of the car if it didn’t stop for me. Not wise on slick roads, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

An old pickup truck parked behind me and shut off its engine. Grateful for whoever it was to stop, I made my way over to the truck with a rare smile on my face. When I was only a foot away from the door, it popped open with a loud creak that sounded as if it hadn’t been opened in this decade or more.

“Hey, man. Do you need help?” a smooth voice asked—a voice that sounded strangely familiar.

“I somehow got a flat tire out here, and for the life of me, couldn’t get the damn jack to work with all this snow.” I looked back at my SUV that was getting buried in all the white precipitation with the emergency lights flashing.

“Fin Huntington, is that you?” the familiar voice asked.

Realization coated my stomach in dread. It would have to be West that showed up. “What are the odds I’d run into you out here?”

“Pretty good since I work at the resort here during the winter and spring breaks. You’re lucky I was told to go home early, and found you before the storm got any worse.”

Worse? I couldn’t imagine it being any more dire than the several inches per hour we’d already gotten. At least now I knew why he was at Lake Arrowhead instead of Santa Lucia.

“Do you mind if I look and see if I can get it jacked up? I’ll help you change your tire and get you on your way, so you’re not stuck here all night.”

“Sure,” I agreed, none too happily. “I don’t think I have enough gas to stay out here until morning.”

West laughed as he passed by me to get to my SUV. “I wouldn’t leave you out here to fend for yourself in a blizzard, no matter how much you hate me.”

“Blizzard?” I looked to the sky as if it would tell me of the impending weather.

“You didn’t check the weather forecast?” He shook his head like I was a stupid idiot, and in that moment, I had to admit, I felt like one. Maybe if I had seen a blizzard was coming through, I wouldn’t have been so eager to get away from everyone.

I stood back and watched him trudge through the snow and squat at the flat tire. He worked for a few minutes before he looked over his shoulder at me with a frown on his chiseled, serious face and then stood.

“Sorry I didn’t have any luck either.” West stopped only a couple of feet away with the four-way in his hand. “Maybe if I had a shovel, but… I can give you a ride to your place. You can call triple-A in the morning, and they’ll get you fixed right up.”

What were the odds someone else would come down the mountain and be able to help me? Probably slim to none. Even though I didn’t want to be anywhere near West, I’d be smart and not risk it.

Pulling my knit hat further over my ears, I headed to my Range Rover.

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