He chuckled. "I already knew that." He winked. "And I came back for more anyway."
I laughed softly, and he stood up and put his arms around my waist and lifted me down from the barstool.
I put my arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes, hoping he saw all my emotions there.
"Let's go watch another sunrise together, Buttercup," he whispered, his face intense, his eyes studying mine.
I nodded. "Yes," is all I said.
I wrapped my arms around Carson's waist as we waited for the sun to rise from the top of the ski trail. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and leaned down and kissed me gently.
I looked up at him. If I knew that a boy in a beanie and snow goggles pushed up on his head was so damn sexy, I would have been trolling the slopes long ago. I grinned.
"What?" he asked, smiling down at me.
"Nothing. I like this look on you. No, I love it actually. Especially the goggles."
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Because I could wear them later in bed. Naked with goggles."
I burst out laughing. "Actually, that sounds kind of creepy."
"Hmmm, you have no idea," he growled and pulled me into him.
I laughed again but the light hit my eye and I said, "Shhh, the sun's coming up."
He leaned down close to my ear. "I'm pretty sure it will keep rising whether we whisper or not, Buttercup."
I swatted him. "Haha. I just meant, let's give it the proper respect it deserves."
He kissed me quickly and pulled me in closer to his body. "Good point," he whispered.
We watched it until it had broken over the horizon and the snowy hills surrounding us were glittering and bathed in yellow light. Then Carson took my hand and so began my first snowboarding lesson.
I sucked. No, I really sucked. By the time I was competent enough to go down a hill without falling down, it was only because the pain of pushing myself back up with my arms was so utterly intolerable, that I remained standing through sheer determination alone.
I didn't think I had ever laughed so hard at myself though, and Carson was patient and funny and didn't show off… too much. Although, honestly, I didn't mind. He was a thing of beauty on the slopes. He was as comfortable with his feet anchored to a board, sliding over the snow, as he was walking through a parking lot. A couple times, he brought me up a higher hill and he went up and down a couple times while I practiced staying upright, and then finally joined up with me again to continue my lesson.
Eventually, when my body couldn't take it any longer, Carson took my hand and grinned at me and said, "You're a trooper. You did really well today."
"Well?" I groaned. "I was awful. I was on my ass more than I was on my feet."
"Everyone starts out that way. We'll try again."
I shook my head. "I don't think so. You're amazing at this and I would love to come back here again. But you snowboard and I'll keep the hot tub warm back at the cabin."
He laughed. "We'll see."
"Hmm. Yeah, we'll see. Hey, before we turn my gear in, I want to see you do a jump."
He raised an eyebrow. "You sure? You'll have to go down another hill."
My arms screamed out in protest. "I'll sacrifice," I said.
"Okay," he smiled. "Let's go then."
We took the lift up to an even higher run, and Carson told me to go about halfway down the mountain and watch the jump that would be off to my left.
I made my way down and stopped off to the side of the ski run, watching the jump. It was after noon now and I was starving since we had only had coffee for breakfast. But I wouldn't leave the slopes without seeing Carson perform some of the jumps he had described to me earlier when I'd asked him his favorite part of snowboarding. He had called it "catching air."
It was the day before Christmas and the slopes were practically deserted so it was easy to keep my eye on him.
After a minute, I saw him coming down the slope, fast and sure as he lined himself up with the jump in front of him and my heart started thumping loudly in my chest. God, he was magnificent.
I breathed in a sharp breath as he went soaring off the edge, bending his knees and doing a full rotation in the air. I squealed and tears came to my eyes. It was one of those moments when a human being does something so remarkable, so unbelievably amazing, that your heart soars and a lump immediately forms in your throat at the sheer beauty of it. And in that moment, you are able to believe that we really were created in the image of God.
Carson landed, bending his knees and absorbing the impact perfectly, steady and sure. I could barely make out his face as he turned around at the bottom of the hill, but I could tell he was grinning.
I put my gloved hand over my heart on my ski jacket. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is all she wrote," I whispered to myself, knowing I was a goner. But somehow, I was just fine with that.
Carson
I lathered Grace's hair and rubbed her scalp with the pads of my fingers, working the shampoo through.
"Hmmm," she moaned out in front of me in the shower, making my groin throb. I ignored it though for now. My Buttercup was in so much pain that she couldn't even reach her hands over her head to shampoo her own hair. Of course, I didn't mind being of service when it came to Grace naked under running water. But I did feel badly that she had worked her body so hard that she could barely move.
I turned her around and backed her up slightly so that she could tip her head and I could rinse her hair out under the spray. She smiled lazily up at me.
"Better?" I asked, wondering if the combo of the Advil I'd given her and the hot water was helping her achy muscles.
She nodded her head, closing her eyes as the water ran over her head and down her body.
After we had left the slopes, we had gone to the restaurant in the lodge where the rental shop was, and enjoyed hot soup and sandwiches.
After that, Grace had insisted that we go find a small tree. The next day was Christmas and she laughingly said that even though we were our gifts to each other, and we had already been opened–we still needed a tree. I didn't care about a tree so much, but I'd do anything to make her happy, and so off we went to find one.
We asked at the restaurant we ate lunch in and were told that there was a Christmas tree lot right out of town, and so we drove there and picked from what was left, which wasn't much. But when Grace's eyes lit up at a Charlie Brown looking thing near the gate, I laughed and told the guy working there that we'd take it.
We'd made a stop at the hardware store in town and bought a couple strings of lights–outdoor lights, all they had. They'd have to do as decoration. Grace seemed happy and that's all that mattered to me.
By this point, the stiffness was setting in and she was moving more and more slowly, so I took her home, gave her some Advil, and told her to go take a hot shower.
I brought the tree and lights inside and stood the tree up in the stand, and that's when I'd heard her groaning in pain. I'd gone in to see what was wrong, and she was practically crying with the effort to raise her arms above her head and wash her hair. Clearly, my services were necessary.
Once her hair was rinsed, I turned her around again and I massaged her shoulders and arms. She moaned out, "Oh, God, that's like heaven," as she rotated her head.
With her moans and small whimpers, my cock came to full attention. She dropped her head forward and rubbed her ass gently against me, and I sucked in a breath.
"Grace…" I warned.
She turned to face me and reached down and stroked me lightly. I hissed in a breath. "Grace, you're sore. I wasn't trying to…"
"I know you weren't. But I'm not in such bad shape that I can't enjoy you… I mean, unless you suspend yourself over my head. Then we'll have a problem." She grinned.