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Frozen Desire
Un-bloody-believable. Really? Now?”
Grace had been saving up for a new car (a convertible, hopefully) since this one had been on its last legs for some time now, but she’d always managed to get the old girl going again with a quick prayer and some fiddling with the keys in the ignition. Still, she knew she had been pushing her luck when she’d cranked the heat that high, but what else could she do when it was this cold out? A plume of white smoke was issuing from under the hood, disappearing among the light smattering of snow that was falling from the sullen grey sky above, it seemed like pretty definitive proof that Grace’s usual slapdash measures wouldn’t be enough to bring her hunk of junk back to life.
She honked the horn long and hard in frustration as the engine stalled and the heating totally gave out. Her phone was fully charged, but there was hardly any signal out here, so she'd taken screenshots of the map and directions in her work email had recommended. Why hadn’t she just sent her assistant manager on this teambuilding weekend in her stead? It’s not like she even really wanted to be here, and the 2IC was eager for more responsibility and involvement in stuff like this. Whose bright idea was it to host this stupid thing in the stupid mountains anyway?
Grace scanned the map. There were some small cabins not too far from where she'd broken down, holiday homes probably. It was the middle of winter, and the snow had been good this year so it was likely they were occupied. Hopefully, they'd at least have Wi-Fi so she could tell the company she was stuck, and maybe call a tow truck. There was nothing for it, she would have to walk through the snow to the nearest house and ask for help.
She debated whether or not to bring her luggage, then settled on repacking some essentials and gathering various loose items in the front seat and glove compartment into her purse before leaving her car: her phone, keys, and a book on the passenger seat, just in case there was a long wait for a tow truck once she reached somewhere safe with a signal. It was a winter romance story she had brought along to start reading that night when she checked into the resort. The mountain resort’s website had shown photos of a blazing fireplace and several cosy armchairs in the common area, but the book’s title and cover art (Frozen Desire, featuring a shirtless man rippling with muscle clutching a swooning woman by her slender waist in one arm on the balcony of a snow-covered castle) dictated that this was an intimate love story to be read in private, thank you very much.
Since Grace was a manager, work had given her the option to come a day early for free and booked her one of the nicer rooms, complete with a big bed and a bathtub. A nice long soak with some warm bubbles in the tub (and some cold bubbles in a glass) was where she had wanted to start reading and lose herself in the fantasy of hot winter sex. With any luck, she'd still make it to the resort that night for some quality alone time.
She marked the map where her car was, then began trudging through the snow. A bitterly cold wind quickly stung her cheeks pink and chapped her lips, whipping her brunette locks this way and that as they were torn free from the scarf looped tightly around her neck. One hand was stuffed in her puffer jacket pocket while the other’s fingers were frozen around her phone. It wasn't long before the sky darkened, the snowfall became heavier, and Grace had to turn on her phone's flashlight to see ahead, the bright light illuminating endless stretches of glistening white snow going crunch crunch under her feet.
At last, a dark, house-shaped lump loomed in the distant darkness amongst the frost-covered trees. Grace forced her protesting legs forward through the cold, hurrying towards the cabin. She practically collapsed against the rough wooden door, the snow now falling in thick sheets around her as she summoned the strength to lift her head and peek through the darkened window. The small cabin appeared empty but not abandoned.
“Hello? Is anyone there?" Her voice was quickly swallowed in the growing blizzard, despite her shouting. "I need help, my car broke down not far from here and I just need a phone signal, or Wi-Fi to call someone please. Hey! Anyone in there!?"
She stopped a moment, listening for any response, only to be met by silence. Grace pounded the door some more, hollering at the top of her lungs with desperation as tears froze on her cheeks. If she had to break the door down, she would do whatever it took.
Suddenly, the door swung open forwards, faster than she could react in her shivering state, sending her careening backwards into the snow with a muffled crunch. She could feel the cold and wet soaking through her clothes.
"Sorry, I just got here myself, I was exploring the place," a man's voice gasped from behind Grace. She rolled over and climbed to her feet, awkwardly staggering back through the now open door while hunched over with cold. The man followed her inside, the door slamming closed behind him in a great gust of wind.
"Th-thanks, I was starting to worry I would h-have to break in or something,” Grace said through chattering teeth. "N-not that I was going to break in to your c-c-cabin, I just meant-"
"It's n-n-not my cabin," came the response. He moved across the dark room to the unlit fireplace on the opposite side of the main room and knelt down next to it, fumbling with something in his pockets with shivering hands. He pulled out a box of matches and a piece of scrap paper before the scrape of the match sent a gentle flow of flame into the paper, which he held against the dry logs in the hearth. It caught quickly, casting a dim orange glow across the room.
"I just got here a few minutes ago, I think I ended up on the wrong trail when the snow started really coming down. Thank Christ this cabin wasn't locked, do-don't know what I'd have done if I hadn't found it." He dropped a receipt into the small fire, which eagerly consumed the paper as it cast a greater glow across the room, finally giving Grace a good view of everything around her.
The cabin was small but cosy, filled with simple furniture: a small table with two wooden chairs beside it, an iron organiser for the fire pokers, and a small stack of extra firewood. There were some other rooms branching off the main room, presumably a bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen.
As the fire continued crackling to life, Grace turned her attention to the man. He was taller than her, but only by a few inches since she was tall herself. He was well-built with large muscles and a broad chest, framed by hulking shoulders like a lumberjack’s. He wore a thick grey coat that looked warm, but not warm enough for the snow, and a knitted beanie on top of his tightly coiled black curls with a thick beard to match. On his lower half, he wore jeans and some insulated shoes on his feet. He was wet all over from the snow, but it only added to his undeniable rugged handsomeness. Grace shifted nervously, wondering what kind of state she was in after her trek through the snow.
“I’ll see if there’s any hot food we can make, I’m starving,” the man said, making his way to the kitchen. “I’m Jack, by the way.”
“Grace,” she replied, watching him open and shut various cupboards.
“Canned corn, whiskey, a few spices…” Jack said, listing the cupboard contents to himself. “How do you feel about instant noodles?" Jack asked, placing two packets on the counter and pulling out a metal pot with a dented lid.
“Yeah, great, thanks!”
“Perfect. While I’m making these, could you look for some extra blankets or dry clothes?”
"Oh, sure!” Grace got to work looking for useful items in the bedroom, rubbing her arms to warm herself. A landline phone sat on top of one of the bedside tables, which she promptly picked up until she realised she didn’t know the number for a tow service. The cabin seemed old enough to have a phonebook, maybe she’d get lucky and find one later. She continued her search and found three blankets in the closet, but no clothes. The bedside table drawers were empty except for a few pairs of socks and a deck of old playing cards.
“Noodles are just about done,” Jack said, spooning the noodles from the pot into some bowls. “Did you find anything we can change into?”
“Just some socks, I’m afraid, but there were these big blankets that looked nice and warm. There’s a landline phone that works, but I don’t have the number for anyone, we might have to look for a phonebook,” Grace responded, placing a pair of dry socks on both of the chairs.
“I’ve got the number for a mechanic, but they won’t be open now, I’ll call in the morning. In the meantime, I think those blankets will work better than, uh…what we've currently got on." Jack averted his gaze surreptitiously from Grace as he placed both bowls of noodles on the table..
"We'll need to get out of these clothes, right?" Her question had come out far more confident than it had felt inside.
"I know it’s weird, and we don't know each other,” Jack said hurriedly, “But our clothes aren’t going to dry fast enough, and we'll just keep feeling cold, and–"
"It’s fine, I t-t-totally agree," Grace interjected.
Jack’s eyes dropped to the floor, then flitted back up to her. "Let’s just each drape a blanket over ourselves and…we'll both turn to the wall." Both of them turned away from each other, unzipping their outer layers and setting them aside to dry near the fire. Grace had been feeling the wet fabric of her snow-sodden clothing against her skin, sapping her strength away for ages now and she was finally able to relax as she stripped off her jacket, then took off her shoes and socks.
Once their coats and shoes were off, Jack and Grace hoisted the blankets up onto their shoulders, careful to hide their bodies from each other. He peeled off a soaking wet T-shirt, exposing his hairy chest to the chilly air. She pulled off the thin sweater and tank top she'd worn under her puffer jacket. He popped his belt off and undid his fly, pulling the soaked blue jeans awkwardly down his legs and shuffling out of them. She reached around behind her back and unhooked her heavy, wet lace bra, heavy with moisture and dropped it at her feet with a wet slap as it hit the floor, then pulled her panties down and pushed them to her ankles before awkwardly pushing them under her thermal leggings with her foot. He tugged at the hem of his boxers, dropping them to the floor and stepped out of them.
When Grace turned around, Jack was still getting undressed on the other side of the blanket from her. Only his dark, wet hair was visible above the thick blanket he was wrapped in. She pulled her own blanket close around her, so cold that she was unbothered by the coarse fabric. She knelt down, spreading the third blanket on the floor in front of the fireplace as a makeshift rug, then pulled on one the fresh dry pairs of socks she’d found. She edged closer to the fire as it crackled to life, stretching her feet out before her to warm her toes.
Jack turned just in time to see Grace stand up from spreading the floor blanket. He gazed only for a split second but saw the outline of her shapely butt as the blanket clung to her curves and flapped open to reveal her legs as the blanket around her shifted open momentarily. He immediately looked up to the ceiling, not wanting to be caught ogling this woman.
"I can, uh…I'll sit over here." Jack motioned towards the small chair closest to the far corner, which was easily the coldest spot in the room.
"No, come sit with me by the fire." She patted the blanket beside her and looked up at him with a smile. She wasn't sure why Jack was suddenly being awkward, she only knew that the fire was warm and that he would hardly feel its warmth from the corner. Slowly, Jack carefully took a seat beside her, just within reach of the fireplace and barely out of reach of the noodles, which he passed a bowl of to her.
The gentle crackling sound of the fire continued to fill the room. They listened for a few minutes, feeling the warmth of the room start to permeate through their cold, clammy exteriors.
"Oh damn, I forgot cutlery," Jack said as he rocked forward on his crossed legs and stood up. For a moment, his blanket swished open, just enough that she could see the outline of his body. As Grace had suspected, he was in great shape, with chiselled abs adorned with a perfect trail of dark, downy hair. She liked what she saw but immediately felt ashamed for allowing her mind to wander so far. She locked her eyes back on her noodles as Jack looked for cutlery.
"Um, I don't think we have any utensils, so we might have to let the noodles cool a bit and–"
"As much as I like to seem civilised, I would happily eat those noodles with my bare hands," Grace said, shifting her focus to the bowl and lifting it to her lips with both hands. With the movement, she relaxed her grip on the blanket somewhat, allowing it to slip from being tightly wound around her face to it coming to a rest on her shoulders, creating a V from her collarbones to the top of her cleavage. She slurped the hot soup hungrily, not noticing Jack staring.
The pair of them ate dinner in relative silence until…
“I don’t suppose you found anything fun to do while you were looking around?” Jack asked, licking the last of the noodles off his lips.
“There was a deck of cards in the bedroom, and I’ve got a book with me. Oh, but it’s probably not your kind of thing,” Grace added hurriedly, remembering what it was.
Jack raised an eyebrow at her. “What, you don’t think I read or something?”
“No no, it’s just…it’s a bit embarrassing. It’s a winter romance story, with one of those old-school covers that practically screams ‘hot winter sex happening inside’.
“Okay, now I have to see this book,” Jack chuckled.
Grace rolled her eyes but plucked the book out of her purse and tossed it in his lap.
“‘Frozen Desire’,” Jack said, reading the title aloud before flipping the book over to read the blurb. “‘A young woman is drawn to a charismatic and mysterious man during the coldest winter the land has ever known. Their initial tension soon ignites into passionate, secret encounters. As they explore desire, trust, and vulnerability in the quiet heat of their connection, she discovers a deeper kind of intimacy that melts the winter chill and awakens her to love and pleasure beyond anything she’s known…”
Grace blushed furiously, wishing she’d just left the book in the car.
“Sounds riveting,” Jack said with a smirk, putting the book on the table.
“Shut up, I’m gonna go get the cards!”
started playing card games after dinner, starting with Blackjack until they progressed to Karma. The fire burned hot, making their thick, scratchy blankets feel less and less necessary. Grace was leaning back with her cards fanned in one hand, the blanket draped loosely over her shoulders, creating a clear view of her cleavage all the way down to her stomach and almost to her groin, save for the folds of the blanket piled up in her lap.
“Can you top a queen, Jack?” she teased, laying down her card.
"Yep, with another queen." Jack’s own blanket was also hanging loosely now, wrapped around only his mid-section, leaving his entire muscular torso exposed to both the dry heat of the fireplace and Grace’s eyes.
She shuffled through her cards, looking fruitlessly for a good card before resigning herself to picking up the pile with a hefty sigh. As she leaned forward, Jack’s eyes couldn't help but slide up and down the exposed slit of her body.
"Got a queen in your personal life? Or a king?” Grace asked as she reorganised her new hand. “Or are you single?”
"No queens or kings in that sense. I've been on a few dates, but I've been mostly taking the time to focus on my career, spend time in nature, and save money. Y’know, all that boring adult stuff.”
"In that case, how about we make tonight more interesting?" She leaned forward conspiratorially, a small smile playing on her lips. The loose blanket hanging from her shoulders slid a little further down her breasts, still covering them, but exposing ever more tantalising glimpses of skin.
"Oh? Such as?"
"How about we grab that bottle of whiskey you found? Loser takes a big swig after every game, winner deals the next hand."
Jack grinned. "Good idea.” He fetched the bottle and came back with it. “Couldn’t find any glasses, so we might have to just pass the bottle back and forth, is that okay? I promise I don’t have cooties.”
Grace nodded and laughed, and they continued their card games, taking alternating sips and swigs of whiskey. Between the whiskey and the roaring fire, the temperature in the cabin had become quite comfortable, leaving the blankets as more of a formality of modesty than anything else.
"Hey, I’m curious. What was your first thought when I opened the door?" Jack leaned back against the wall, one hand on his blanket, the other on the neck of the nearly-empty bottle.
"Oh, serial killer for sure," Grace joked, giving Jack a playful little kick with her foot. "Then I thought werewolf, and after that, maybe some kind of handsome park ranger. Oh, whoops," she muttered as she realised what she’d said. She turned and looked at a fire, feeling a heat on her face that had nothing to do with the flames. “Um…what about you?”
Jack smiled. "What with all the yelling, I thought maybe I’d gotten lucky and a beautiful damsel in distress would be keeping me company tonight."
Grace blushed. “Well, what’s a damsel gotta do to get dealt in around here?”
Jack shook his head and smiled to himself as he set up the cards in front of them on the floor blanket, then he alternated between himself and her, slipping them both their last three cards one by one. They played until Grace was down to her last face-down card. She needed an ace, a ten, or a two to win to beat Jack’s high ace. She flipped it over in a quick sweep: a ten!
“Ha! Drink up, Jack,” she giggled.
“You got me fair and square,” Jack conceded, upending the bottle to finish the last tiny mouthful of whiskey.
“Wait, is that all? That’s not enough for a loser drink.”
"Alright, so what’s my supplementary punishment then?"
"That’s easy," Grace said, looking Jack up and down, her hazel eyes half-lidded with whiskey and lust. "You look warm enough. I don’t think you need your blanket anymore." Her lips hung slightly parted as she spoke, her hand coming up to rest under her chin. Jack hesitated for a moment, wanting to be sure of what exactly Grace was asking.
"You mean…this one?" He motioned towards the blanket tucked around himself.
"Yeah, that one," she confirmed with a smile, looking him up and down again. Jack immediately felt excitement start coursing through his veins. He stood slowly, the blanket still wrapped around his frame.
"Where should I…"
"Go lay it on the counter," Grace started before he'd even finished speaking. She wasn’t sure if it was the whiskey, boredom, or the now sweltering heat of the fire, but she was growing more aroused by the second. Jack obeyed, walking over and sliding the blanket from around himself, draping it over the edge of the counter. She watched as the fabric slipped off of his body, revealing more of that perfect chest she saw just a glimpse of earlier, and a pair of round, toned butt cheeks. She held her gaze as he turned around, walking back toward their impromptu betting den. His cock swung and bobbed gently with each step, already semi-erect. It was twitching rhythmically and throbbing ever so slightly. Grace realised she was staring and pulled her own blanket tight around her bust, dropping her eyes to the cards before her and proceeding to deal the next hand.
It seemed like a much longer game than the others now that Jack was naked. Grace wasn’t sure where to look, so she kept her eyes on her cards, but it was getting harder to focus now that Jack seemed to be deliberately posing himself in ways that invited her eyes to trace his form. He did seem much more comfortable now without the scratchy blanket irritating his skin.
The game ended as Jack trumped Grace’s king with a two.
"Bummer," she said quietly, looking back into his eyes. Had they always been so blue? "What's it going to cost me?"
Jack cocked one eyebrow up, a smile making its way across his lips. "Why don't you come over here and kiss me?"
She crawled forward, releasing her grip on the blanket as she moved. The blanket slid down and out to the side, exposing her breasts, then stomach, then all the way down her back, finally slipping over her ass and falling to the floor on her calves. She placed a hand on Jack’s cheek as she pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were soft and warm, with the smoky sting of whiskey still on his breath as their lips conformed to one another and they kissed deeply. Tongues pushed into mouths, probing and wrestling to taste more of each other. She placed her other hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him to the floor as she straddled him. For the first time, he had a clear view of her long, lean body. He'd been looking at her beautiful face, into her hazel eyes that sparkled orange in the firelight, and her chocolate-y brown hair for a few hours now, but he could see all of her now. Her body curved in at the waist before swelling out into voluptuous, wide hips. Her smooth thighs were clamped onto either side of his body, her trimmed pubic hair lightly brushing against his own as she pulled him close. Her stomach was soft and warm against his rapidly hardening cock as she began to kiss her way down his neck and across his chest.
Her own view was nothing to dismiss. His form was strong and sturdy, but with enough soft edges that made him a comfortable companion to cling to. His biceps clearly received daily attention, and his dark chest hair formed soft, freshly dried curls across his chest. He held her tightly and gently guided her head back up so he could have his turn kissing her chest. She let out a soft giggle as he kissed her nipple and gave it a quick flick with his tongue, palming her breasts in a perfect small handful. With one hand around the back of Jack’s neck, Grace reached her other hand down, wrapping it around his now-hard cock and tugging it upright.
"This is what you wanted, right?" he murmured into her ear, pulling her in for another kiss.
"Y-yes," she breathed in response. "I mean, only if you want to…"
"I do want to. So fucking bad," he whispered, kissing her again and lifting her up, setting his cock against the outer lips of her pussy, then slowly pressing her down onto him. He let out a small groan, feeling the walls of her tight, warm passage pulling at his hard cock as she eased him in. Her hips came to rest against his, his cock fully inside of her as she pulled back, putting her body perpendicular to his. He looked her up and down, watching her slowly shift her weight back away from him, her tits shifting slightly to hang on either side of her ribcage, jiggling hypnotically with every light bounce. She was a vision of utter beauty in the bright orange light of the fire. She leaned back some more, allowing her head to fall between her shoulder blades as she let out a soft moan, feeling his cock shifting within her, pressing gently against her G-spot and tugging at it as his hips began to buck up into her.
"Fuck, I've been–" she stopped, taking a deep breath as she rocked her hips back and forth. "–been thinking about you for an hour at least." Grace let out another quiet moan as she sped up, lifting her head and looking down at him. His blue eyes bore into hers as his grip tightened around her waist, guiding her movements on top of him. He could feel her inner walls tensing and gliding against his hard cock. She reached around to grab his wrist to relocate Jack’s hand onto one of her breasts. He obliged her, kneading it and lightly rolling her nipple with his fingertips as she interlaced both her fingers behind his neck for more leverage.
"I saw a glimpse of your body before, when your blanket fell open," he grunted, feeling her tighten around his cock as she shifted forward again. "Just for a moment, and yeah, it crossed my mind a few times after that." A pleasurable release was already welling within him, but he had to hold on. He didn’t want this to end so soon. He had to take control and slow down.
Jack leaned forward, supporting Grace’s weight as he lowered her backwards onto the makeshift rug. She kept her legs wrapped around his back as their weight shifted so he was on top, still inside her. He placed his hands behind her knees and pushed her legs back slightly, plunging himself deeper into her but at a slower pace, filling her to the brim, watching her lips flower around him with every thrust. She was panting and whimpering on the end of his erection, his gentle movements sending subtle ripples through her breathtaking body. She lifted her hips and tried to thrust back into him.
“Oh, you want it harder?” he asked, teasing her entrance with just the tip of his cock. He loved watching her writhe under him, trying to take him inside her again.
“Yes, harder, faster, deeper!” she whined.
“I’m gonna cum if I do that, I want this to last for you.”
Grace said nothing. She didn’t really care if Jack came, she was already satisfied with how intimate the sex was, and this was way better than the winter romance love story she’d brought with her. Her breathing began to quicken as one of her hands moved to play with her boobs, squeezing and tugging at her nipples. The other hand landed against Jack’s ass, guiding his hips into hers with increased vigour so their bodies collided with lewd wet slapping noises. She tightened her walls around him, feeling the ridge of his head and every vein on his shaft massaging her tight pussy.
"Oh fuck, I'm close, I’m getting so close," Jack whispered, his breathing becoming forceful behind every syllable as he spoke.
"Hold…hold on just a little longer, Jack," Grace groaned, taking her hand off her breast to snake her fingers through his curly hair and pull him down to put her breast in his face. He opened his mouth to accept her nipple and used his tongue to lick and suck at her skin. She could feel his hips start to buck harder, turning the soft plap-plap-plap of her ass bouncing against his hips into a more aggressive slapping noise as he pulled her closer and began to tense up.
Jack let out a long, sustained moan as his hips bucked forward all the way, shooting his load inside her. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him close and humping him even harder as he thrust inside of her, pumping every spurt of his warm load into her pussy as she rode him feverishly from underneath him, taking every drop inside and grinding her clit against him as she neared her own climax. He groaned loudly as her thrusting overstimulated his tip, his cum beginning to leak out around his softening cock.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" Grace cried in quick succession as she grabbed his head with both of her hands, pushing it into her cleavage as she bucked wildly against him, using his pubic bone to rub her clit as she felt the wave cresting within her. She tensed, her entire body convulsing as the orgasm shattered and burst forth from her core.
They both held each other close and still, breathing deeply, cum dribbling out of Grace’s pussy and down Jack’s cock, soaking into the floor blanket beneath them. After a few intimate moments, their breathing slowed, and they released each other, lying naked side-by-side in front of the roaring fire.
"So…what now?"
"Another hand, I guess?"
"Sure, but you deal this time. I clearly win more when you’re in charge of the cards," she joked with a wink as she felt around for the deck of cards, scattered haphazardly around them.
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