Snowbound Summer (8 page)

And what had happened to Ron anyway?

“Excuse me,” a familiar voice said behind her. “I can't help but notice that you seem to be looking for someone.”

Kara turned around to see Ron standing behind her with a cocky grin on his face and what appeared to be a room key card in his hand.

“Why yes, I am,” she played along. “I'm looking for my boyfriend. Perhaps you've seen him. He's very handsome, about your height, with the same very blond hair.”

“Well, I would hope he's handsome,” Ron said. “A woman as beautiful as you deserves a handsome man beside her.” He looked around the lobby. “I don't see anyone matching your description. Are you sure you're in the right place? Perhaps he thought he was meeting you out on the slopes?”

“I don't think so,” Kara told him. She wondered if she were saying the right things for Ron's little game. “I'm certain he was supposed to meet me here in the lobby.”

“Well, perhaps you'd like to get a drink in the bar,” Ron suggested, “just while we wait for him.”

"We?"
Kara asked.

“If you wouldn't mind the company, of course,” Ron said. “I hate to think of what might happen if you were to sit in the bar by yourself. A beautiful woman like you—men would flock to you! What would your poor foolish boyfriend think if he were to finally get here and see you talking to half a dozen strange men?”

“What would he think if he were to find me talking to one extraordinarily handsome man?” Kara countered. She felt just a little bit awkward with Ron's game, but it was fun trying to figure out what to say. She'd never felt all that comfortable meeting men. Ron had been the first stranger to
pick her up
. Before that friends had always set her up.

“Well, I would hope it would worry him,” Ron said. “Perhaps if he realized how many men would like to enjoy your company, he wouldn't leave you standing in a lobby by yourself.”

He offered her his arm and she happily entwined her own in his. Intellectually, Kara had known she was attractive before she met Ron, but walking with him arm-in-arm like this made her
feel
beautiful as well—striking and desirable.

He led her toward the bar where a busboy was cleaning up a spilled drink with a mop and actually making the mess worse by not ringing enough of the water out of the mop before pushing it around the floor. Ron guided Kara around the spreading water and helped her onto a barstool. “What can I get you?” he asked.

“A Black and Tan,” she suggested. It had become their drink and she enjoyed the mix of slightly bitter ale with the thick and creamy Guinness stout.

Ron ordered two and then sat back on his own stool, boldly appraising her body.

Kara wasn't exactly certain what she was supposed to say now. She didn't know the rules of the game. What she wanted to do—what she hoped Ron was planning to do—was to run up to the room that went with the key card he was sporting where she could rip off his clothes and impale herself on his body. She knew Ron had to want her, too. She wondered how long he would wait to act on his desires.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Ron asked.

“No, what?”

“When I was fifteen years old,” he began.

Kara suppressed the impetuous urge to make a joke about how short a time ago that must have been. Ron must have seen the impulse cross Kara's face for he stopped talking, gave her a mock serious glare, and then started speaking again.

“When I was fifteen years old, my best friend Kenny's parents went out of town and his older brother threw a party. There was a lot of beer and loud music and Kenny and I weren't really supposed to be there, but his brother couldn't exactly get rid of us either.”

Kara did not immediately see the connection between this memory and sitting with Ron in a bar.

“There was a girl at the party. She was a couple of years older than me. I think her name was Sandy something or other and somehow we ended up sitting together in the basement. People were making out and getting drunk all around us—which was
really
exciting. We both wanted to do that, too, but I was only fifteen and she didn't know how to take the lead either.”

Kara could now vaguely see the direction Ron's memories were taking him. “Are you saying you'd like to make out with me?” she asked—not that she really had any doubts about that. Then she remembered their little game and said, “I have a boyfriend, remember.”

“So did she,” Ron said, “which sort of brings me to my point. Sandy and I were sitting together in the basement wishing we were doing more than sitting but not really knowing how to get started.”

Ron always seemed so confident and self-assured to Kara that it was hard for her to imagine a time when he felt out of his depths. “So what did you do?” she asked.

“We played truth or dare,” Ron told her.

“You what?”

He grinned. “You heard me.”

“And you—”

“Want to play the game with you now,” Ron said.

The bartender arrived with their drinks and Ron broke off talking while he pulled out his wallet and paid him. Kara took the opportunity to sip hers. It wasn't well made. There was too much head in the glass, but the flavors she had grown to love were still hidden under the foam. She set her glass down and wiped her mouth with a napkin while Ron took a long swig of his own. When he set down his glass, he sported a drinking man's mustache which glistened on his upper lip.

“So what do you say?” Ron asked. “Will you take
truth
or
dare
?”

Kara found the whole idea amusing. “Do you really want to do this?”

Ron grinned. “It's a great way to shake things up a little.”

That answer made Kara wonder if Ron felt they needed to shake things up, but then she realized she was letting her insecurities cause trouble where there didn't have to be any. She decided to try Ron's game. “Truth!” she told him.

Ron laughed. “I knew you'd pick that one, you coward.”

“What do you mean,
coward?"
Kara asked.

Ron kept laughing. “You know what it means. You picked
truth
because you were afraid I'd dare you to do something totally crazy like get up on the bar and dance for me.”

Kara's heart stopped beating for a moment. A dare as crazy as that had never even crossed her mind.

Ron seemed to find her facial expression comical because he began to laugh harder. “Okay,
truth
,” he repeated when he began to calm down. “
Truth!
Let's see if we can make
truth
much more challenging than a dare would be. What is the most exciting public place you've ever fantasized about having sex?”

Kara shivered. If she'd been surprised before, this time she was really shocked. The first time Kara and Ron had made out—well, it had actually been a lot more than making out—had been in public. She had no doubt he was asking this question to store the information away to use in the future. “I-I don't know,” she told him.

“It's called
truth
not
lies,"
Ron told her.

Kara squirmed in her seat and took another drink of her beer. She didn't really taste it because her mind was fully focused on Ron's question—except for the part of her mind that was watching Ron stare at her with those beautiful blue eyes. “I-”

“Kara?” Ron prompted her. Under the scrutiny of his gaze, she forgot that in this game they were playing they hadn't exchanged names yet.

“I—” She still couldn't wrap her mind around her own fantasy well enough to put it into words. She'd grown moist between her legs and heat flushed her face.

“I...do you remember what we did in the airport?” she whispered.

Ron's cocky grin creased his face again. “Of course,” he said.

She could picture it in her mind. They were snowed in at the airport on Christmas Eve, sitting against the wall with their coats covering their laps and Ron's arm around her shoulders. The other arm was beneath the coat and his fingers had glided up the soft flesh of her inner thighs and... “I want to do it again,” she whispered just before she shuddered in remembered pleasure. A young woman all done up in Goth makeup had watched them, knowing Ron was touching Kara, but everyone else in the airport had been oblivious to their secret pleasure.

Ron edged forward on his barstool and touched Kara's knee through her jeans.

Even through the denim, his fingertips jolted her ultra sensitive flesh just as if he'd sent a bolt of electricity shooting through her body.

“We can do that,” he whispered.

His fingers slid an inch and a half higher, moving toward her inner thigh.

Kara suddenly remembered they were sitting in plain view of the bar and everyone. Not that she thought he could actually try something through her jeans.

She pulled away from him. “Not here!” she said. “And not on a weekend when we're staying with your parents and family!”

Ron straightened back up on his stool, good naturedly accepting her qualifications. “
Where
then?” he asked. “The question, if you'll remember, was actually
where
would you most like to have public sex.”

Kara hesitated, wondering how to answer this question. It wasn't easy for her. All of her instincts, all of her upbringing, told her public sex was flat out wrong. But it had made things ever so much more exciting.

“I have an idea,” Ron whispered. He slipped off his bar stool and pulled her against him. His cock was hard and firm within his jeans.

“What about our game?” Kara asked him.

“We can play more later,” Ron told her. “But first we need to give you what you need.”

“Give me...” Kara began, before pulling back from Ron. “I said no! Not when your parents and your sisters are here.”

“Trust me,” Ron said.

His arm slipped behind her back and he guided her off toward the elevators.

Their unfinished Black and Tans remained on the bar behind them.

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Chapter Eight

The hotel room Ron had secured was on the fifth floor of the lodge and looked out over the ski slopes stretching up the mountain. The slopes really weren't that crowded. There were nowhere near as many people here as Kara would have expected to find in the height of winter. Which was actually a good thing, of course, because it meant less waiting in lines and more time actually skiing.

Ron slipped the
Do Not Disturb!
sign on the door and Kara wrapped her arms around him as he turned back into the room. She was relieved that he had brought her here. She'd half feared he'd try to masturbate her on the ski lift or something else equally impractical, but instead he'd decided to bring her to his newly acquired accommodations where he would hopefully fuck her brains out for a couple of hours.

She stretched up onto the tips of her toes to kiss him but Ron turned his face away.

Kara sank back down onto her heels. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing's wrong,” Ron told her. “I'm just not ready to start kissing you yet.”

That was definitely a mood breaker in Kara's opinion. She stepped back away from him feeling anger and embarrassment welling up within her. “Why not?” she snapped. “Why the hell did you bring me up here then?”

Ron grinned. Apparently he wasn't troubled at all by her sudden burst of temper. “I brought you up here,” Ron said, “because you lost the Truth or Dare game.”

This was not what Kara had expected him to say. “I what?”

“You didn't answer your truth question,” Ron told her.

“Yes I did!” Kara said.

“No, you told me what you want to do, not where you want to do it, so I win.”

He looked so pleased with himself that Kara stopped fighting and started listening. “So what does that mean?”

“It means that for five minutes,” Ron said, “you have to do everything I say.”

Kara looked around the room, trying to figure out what the catch was. Ron had tied her up a couple of times. Maybe that was what he had in mind. Maybe he just wanted her to give him head. She decided to play along to see where he was going with this.

“So if I say yes, what does that mean? What are the limits?”

“There are no limits,” Ron told her.

“No!” Kara said. “There has to be some boundaries.”

“What's the problem? You don't trust me?” Ron asked.

He was too pleased with himself to engender much trust and Kara told him as much. “Not today, I don't. So here are the rules. You get your five minutes, but we don't leave the room.” She remembered his question about public places. “And we don't open the door either.”

Ron shrugged. “I can live with that,” he said.

“And the next time we play this game, I get to ask you
truth or dare
first!”

Ron laughed. “Okay,” he agreed.

He stepped away from her to the bed and pulled the cover off one of the pillows. “It's one thirty-seven. Are you ready to begin?”

Kara gave the pillowcase a measuring glance. So he intended to tie her up, did he? “Okay,” she agreed.

Ron guided her over in front of a full-length mirror. She had a flannel shirt on beneath her ski vest and in the air-conditioned lodge it felt pretty good.

Ron slipped the ski vest off her shoulders and tossed it onto a chair. Then he folded the pillowcase a couple of times and lifted it to her face to blindfold her.

“Hey!” Kara protested. “I didn't agree to that.”

“Yes, you did,” Ron told her. He quickly tied the covering in place, effectively blocking all of her sight. She couldn't even see light through the opaque cloth.

“Is that too tight?” Ron asked.

“No,” Kara told him.

“Good!”

Without warning, Ron spun her around several times, completely disorienting her. She tried to grab hold of him, but only succeeding in spilling the both of them onto the bed. Laughing, Ron helped her get her feet back under her and stand up again.

“Now stand here in front of the mirror,” Ron whispered, “while I get you ready.”

Kara bit off another question as Ron's hands circled around her waist from behind and began to unbutton her flannel shirt. He took his time, occasionally pausing in the unfastening to feel the soft flesh of her belly, and later to caress her breasts through the cups of her bra.