Page 7 of Should I Fall
“Yes.”
I study the half dozen cupcakes, noticing there are two of each flavor: snickerdoodle, caramel apple, and pumpkin cheesecake.
“Do you have family?” The question is meant to deflect. I love my family, but I keep my distance for a reason. A reason I don’t want Miss Sunshine trying to uncover during her short visit.
“My sister’s back at the lodge,” she explains, eagerly picking out a cupcake—caramel apple. “With any luck, my stepsister’s stranded in Cancun without a way home.” She adds that last part in a mutter under her breath.
I want to ask about this stepsister, but I catch the question before it rolls off my tongue. I don’t do fucking small talk. I can feign interest in people’s lives for the very brief time they’re here, but this isn’t that.
Iwantto know more about Stormi Winters.
I want to knoweverythingabout her.
And that fucking irritates me.
I’ve kept people out for most of my life. It’s how I’ve always operated. Getting too close to anyone—especially a woman—has never ended well for either of us.
“Oh my god, this isamazing,” Stormi practically sings, those bright blue eyes going wider after her first bite.
“See why I was willing to fight a bear?”
“Fight a bear—” Her gazes snags on mine, and she playfully rolls her eyes. “There was no bear, was there Blaze?”
“Not this time.”
“What was it anyway?” she asks.
“Probably just a squirrel.”
Stormi glances at Blaze, who’s staring at her as though she hung the moon. It might have something to do with the cupcake in her hand. Or maybe he’s just fallen that hard and fast for her. Seems like it would be easy to do.
“Does he always growl at squirrels?”
“Only the ones that go out of their way to taunt him.”
“Seems fair.” She scratches him behind the ears, slipping him a treat from the stash in her pocket. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m sitting on your bed. I probably should’ve asked first, but you were busy being too stubborn to accept help, and well, this spothas the best view in the whole tower. Even if it’s been overcast this whole time.”
She’s not wrong.
But from where I’m sitting,Ihave the best view now.
Long after she gets on a chopper and heads back to wherever she came from, I’ll picture her sitting cross legged on my bed. My cock begins to harden, promising it’ll need a release tonight. I’ll jack off to the memory of those bright eyes peering up at me. In my fantasy, they’ll be looking up at me from the cock shoved into her pretty little mouth.
“Oh look!” she says, popping up from the bed, Blaze at her heel. “The sun’s trying to come out.”
“You have seen the sun before, right?” I tease, mostly because I want to see her roll those baby blues at me again.
“I want a picture,” she insists, stripping out of her jacket and leaving it on my bed.
My imagination has run rampant imagining the body she’s been hiding beneath the offensive yellow coat, but I’m not prepared for all the fucking curves. I’m salivating, and it has nothing to do with Ivy’s cupcakes.
“You need to take off your coat to take a picture?”
“Yes,” she answers, as though that clears everything up. I watch as she whisks out the door, a soft blue shirt fitted to her curvy figure and tucked into a pair of high-waisted skinny jeans I’d love nothing more than to peel from her long legs, one at a time, as I kneeled before her and?—
“Can you take my picture?” she calls to me from the balcony.
“Sure.” I toss the last bite of my pumpkin cheesecake cupcake into my mouth and follow her outside, rounding the balcony to the west side. I catch her positioning her braid over one shoulder, then the other, as though she can’t quite make up her mind.
