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Ryanne.” She
smiled.
    Carson watched those thick lips of hers
stretch and he wanted nothing more than to lick them from one end to the other.
Inhaling the crisp, cold air, he tried to rein his hormones in, which wasn’t
easy around Ryanne.
    “Well, I’ll be damned.” Phillip
allowed his gaze a slow stroll along Ryanne’s ski-suit-covered form.
    Carson shoved his hands deep into the
pockets of his jacket so he wouldn’t ball them into fists and pummel the other
man.
    “You were always pretty, Ryanne, but
damn if you didn’t grow up just right in all the right places.” Phillip
continued to spew his honeyed words.
    Ryanne lowered her head and laughed.
    Carson wasn’t sure if she was
blushing because she was feeling the impact of Phillip’s words, like all the
other snow bunnies at the resort, or because she still didn’t believe she was
attractive like when they were younger. Strangely enough, he didn’t want it to
be either, but preferred the latter.
    “Yeah, right, Phillip.” She glanced
at Phillip with a discerning glare, one eyebrow cocked high. “Don’t think I
don’t remember just how flirty you were with the girls in our neighborhood.”
    “Hey, sweetheart, cut me some slack.
I didn’t just flirt with them.”
    Laughing, Ryanne covered her mouth
and spoke from behind her glove. “Oh, gracious, Phillip, you have always been a
mess. That’s why I tried to keep all my friends away from your nastiness.”
    “Too bad you forgot to warn your
sister.” Phillip winked.
    Waving her hands, Ryanne shook her
head as a horrified look crossed her features. “Yeah, that’s an image burned into
my mind that I’d rather forget.”
    Carson had heard every detail about Meeya,
Ryanne’s younger sister by eleven months, from Phillip. Because that was
Phillip: he loved to brag about the girls and later the women he banged, in
full disclosure.
    Moments later, apparently tired of
waiting, the entourage of women and men of the makeshift group that were
hanging around him and Phillip began to fuss and fidget like antsy kids.
    “Come on, Phillip. Let’s go before
the slopes are all treaded up.” Monica, a black girl Phillip had picked up at
breakfast, whined and tugged on Phillip’s arm.
    “Hey, we’re headed up to Dragon’s
slope. You want to come with us?” Phillip asked Ryanne.
    “Uh, no, thanks. Didn’t you just see
the mess I made of Carson? I’d end up killing all of us, or at least maiming.”
Ryanne stooped down and grabbed her poles.
    “Okay. Check you later, Ryanne. You
ready, Carson?” Phillip dug his poles into the snow, prepared to push off.
    Carson looked at Ryanne as she bent
over collecting her poles, her round ass cupped nicely in the suit. Shifting
his gaze back to Phillip, he shook his head. “You all go along. I’ll catch the
slope another time.”
    Phillip gave him a knowing smile and
left; most of the group followed gleefully behind him.
    Lanie, the Hispanic girl from last
night, slid over to Carson, her breasts pressing firmly into his arm. “You sure
you don’t want to come with us, Carson? I was looking forward to us finding a
path of our own.”
    Out of the corner of his eye, he saw
Ryanne glance up at him and Lanie with a strange look on her face. One he
couldn’t figure out.
    He stepped back, not wanting Ryanne
to think that he and this woman were an item. “Maybe I’ll see you around the
resort. I really would like to catch up with an old friend.”
    Lanie shifted her gaze to Ryanne,
rolled her eyes, and said, “Your loss.”
    In seconds she was gone and Carson breathed easier. Squatting down, he quickly collected his things.
    Ryanne rose. “You know, you don’t have
to hang out with me. I’m not trying to cock-block on you.”
    Carson smiled and shook his head. “You
know, Rye, you do have to have a cock in order to do that.” Slowly standing, he
allowed his gaze to travel the length of her body, hating the bulky jacket that
kept him from seeing the fullness of