Apres Ski by Christie Butler Read Free Book Online Page B

said, “If I were on death row, what
would my last meal be?”
    Ticking them off on her fingers, she said, “Prime rib, crab
legs and onion rings.”
    “And?”
    She narrowed her eyes at him and thought for a moment. “Oh
yeah, a bottle of scotch.”
    “Very good. You, my lovely one, would hoover down an entire
German chocolate cake.”
    “I don’t have to worry about how my hips look in my coffin.
If I suddenly found myself with a free hour, what would I do?”
    “Bubble bath. What about me?” He leered at her.
    “You’d take some poor unsuspecting female to bed.”
    “What? I’ve never had any complaints.”
    She looked him in the eye. “So I’ve heard.”
    He stopped rubbing for a moment and returned her gaze.
“Really? What have you heard?”
    She moved her foot on his thigh again, inching it closer to
his groin. “I’ve heard tell that you’re very well-endowed. Ya know, hung?”
    Smiling, he resumed the foot massage.
    “Look at you, so proud of yourself.”
    He shrugged. “What can I say?”
    “Of course, I found that out for myself last night, when you
were grinding on me.”
    “Sorry ’bout that.”
    “Don’t be sorry.” Her foot reached the top of his thigh and
made a direct hit, stroking over his cock. “It feels good.”
    “Yeah.” His voice cracked. Clearing his throat, he said, “It
does.”
    “So tell me, Judson Tate. I’ve heard all the myths and
legends…”
    He gave her a brief scowl, then waited for her to go on.
    “What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done? Sexually
speaking, I mean.”
    He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, wondering if
he should tell her or not. Most women wouldn’t be exactly thrilled by his
answer, but he didn’t want to lie to her or hide anything from her.
    “Oh boy,” she said. “So many that you can’t narrow it down
to just one?”
    “No, no. I can narrow it down to one.” He glanced at her and
then forged ahead. “One of my buddies asked me to fuck his wife while he
watched. So… I… Uh… I did.” He closed his eyes, waiting for some kind of
outburst, but none came. When he opened them, Chelsea was watching him, her
face unreadable. She nodded slowly, her gaze flitting away. “How about you?” he
asked. “What’s your wildest thing?”
    Now she smiled. “Nothing.”
    “Nothing? So what, you’re strictly missionary position?”
    “No, I mean I’ve never had sex.”
    Jud was stunned by her admission. A smart, beautiful young
woman in this day and age? “Chelsea, why not?”
    Pulling her foot away, she curled up under the blanket. “I
don’t know. It’s not like I have some high moral code or that I’ve been saving
it or anything. I just never went through that whole college ‘hooking up’
thing. Then when I got older, I didn’t feel the need to just get it over with.
I wanted it to be with the right person.”
    “Jesus, Chels. We’re kinda coming from different sides on
this.” He closed his eyes with shame. “Shit, all the things I’ve been saying to
you. You must think I’m a lecher.”
    She laughed and sat up. “No I don’t. I loved all the things
you said. It was really hot.”
    He shook his head as he ran through the past couple of days
in his mind. He must have offended the hell out of her.
    Chelsea grasped his hand. “Stop it, Jud. It’s okay. I like
you and I want this to happen between us. It’s not like it’s a great gift or
anything, but I want to do this with you, have…sex with you. I consider myself
lucky that the man I want to be with for the first time is so obviously very
good at it.”
    He smiled at that, happy that she was taking his sordid past
in stride. He squeezed her hand. “I like you too, and I want to be with you
too. But I do see it as a gift. Having sex with you would be a very nice
gift.”
    “I bet you say that to all your virgins.” She grinned at
him.
    Jud rolled his eyes. “C’mon, Chels. Can you give a guy a
break? I’m trying to have a moment here with