Winter's Keep Lodge:
Big fluffy snowflakes were falling as Rusty and I made our way to the Winter's Keep Ski Lodge. Rusty's leg was in no shape for skiing, but he assured me Winter's Keep was a peaceful and romantic holiday vacation spot that provided ample luxuries. I was smiling as I gazed out the car window. The mountain was turning into a winter wonderland. It was like driving through a Christmas greeting card. Rusty had rented a humongous SUV for the journey from the airport. We didn't plan to drive much beyond the initial journey to the lodge, but Rusty was a Texas cowboy at heart. He enjoyed an overpowered vehicle from time to time.
It was nice to be out of New York. I didn't realize how badly I needed a change of scenery. I still had nightmares about the sordid murder trial that almost got Rusty killed. I often woke in the middle of the night covered in sweat, thinking I heard men breaking into the house. Rusty would pull me into his arms and hold me until my heart ceased its frantic pounding. Then we would make love or simply snuggle and go back to sleep. He had become my anchor in life.
Bruce Fowler's murder trial was scheduled to begin in late January. He was the seductive prosecuting attorney that stalked and framed me for the murder of my husband. Bruce tormented me for months for his own sick enjoyment, and then he attempted to have Rusty murdered. Bruce was the most feared lawyer in New York until he crossed Rusty Blake. Rusty is my lawyer and my hero. Bruce is an entitled, arrogance psychopath and the best sexual partner I ever had. My body still remembers the intense heights of pleasure he provoked in me, but my heart belongs to Rusty.
Don't take me wrong, Rusty also provokes mind-numbing pleasure in my body, but his lovemaking is different from Bruce's. Rusty focuses on love and romance while Bruce focuses on dirty, selfish fantasy fulfillment. My body has a taste for both after what happened. Bruce's manipulation affected me deeply, but I didn't think it mattered anymore since he no longer held my freedom in his hands. Rusty and I had a whole month of peace before we needed to return to the courtroom to testify against Bruce. We intended to enjoy our free time, but it was hard for me to completely relax with Bruce roaming free on bail.
I forgot all my troubles when I laid eyes on our home for the next two weeks. Winter's Keep Lodge was a picturesque alpine structure on the edge of a snowy ski village. It looked like a small palace overlooking the village it was fittingly named after. Winter's Keep Village was like a modern fairy tale for me. There were boutique restaurants, coffee shops, and designer clothing stores lining the snow-covered streets.
"Oh boy, I'm going to enjoy spending Christmas in this place," I said with a huge grin as we parked in our private drive.
We both felt guilty skipping out on our families that year. They graciously understood we needed some peace and alone time after the hell we went through with my murder trial and Bruce's stalking. Being in a room with more than ten people gave me severe anxiety after three traumatic months of testifying in front of an audience of strangers, strangers that eagerly judged every sordid detail of my life.
My name is Scarlet Walsh, and I'm a celebrity for all the wrong reasons. I was a rising porn star before I was accused of murdering my producer husband, Damon Walsh. The trial turned into a complete scandal thanks to Bruce Fowler. As I mentioned earlier, Bruce was the true cause of my misery that year, but Rusty and I survived his attacks. We were finally ready to put the traumatic ordeal behind us and enjoy the holidays.
I felt giddy as I stood in the fancy kitchen of our alpine cabin. I was reading over the brochure that listed the extensive amenities offered by the lodge. The private cabin was built on the edge of the sprawling complex. It was a brilliant setup. We could keep to ourselves or enjoy the lodge community. I had assumed Rusty and I would be roughing it from how he talked about the private cabin.
Rusty sat on a cushy sofa in front of a massive stone fireplace to massage his aching leg while I hurried out onto the balcony. The snow-covered mountains and valleys were absolutely gorgeous. It felt secluded since the view pointed away from the village. I hurried back inside and smiled at the beautiful live Christmas tree sitting between the fireplace and the stairs. It was surrounded by boxes full of ornaments the lodge provided for their holiday guests. We planned to decorate it in the coming days. I walked over to Rusty and climbed into his lap. He laughed as I covered his face with kisses.
"So, you like the place?" he asked as he ran his fingers into my hair and held my forehead against his.
He was admiring me again. His large hazel eyes never ceased to provoke warmth in my chest. His shaggy brown hair and sculpted body provoked my lust.
"I love it," I whispered before I kissed him slow and earnestly.
His soft lips and taste made me tingle all over. I was looking forward to having him to myself every night in front of the fireplace. The cushy fur rug below the hearth looked just as comfortable as a bed. I imagined we would sleep there a few times after intense lovemaking.
"I hate to ruin this, but my leg is killing me," he breathed a few seconds later.
"Oh, sorry," I said and quickly climbed off of him. "Did I hurt you? I thought you were getting better," I said worriedly.
Rusty bounced back beautifully after being shot in the leg by Bruce's goons. That was the most traumatizing thing I had ever experienced. I thought I would lose Rusty that night.
"No, it's not you. It's throbbing from a combination of travel fatigue and temperature change. A little rest and food will fix me right up," he said with a reassuring smile.
"I'll order us some lunch then," I said as I grabbed my phone and pulled up my restaurant app.
After a delicious bison burger and fries, Rusty was ready for a nap. I smiled as I watched him lay his head on the back of the sofa and sigh contentedly. He deserved a nap after the five-hour drive into the mountains. He had been pushing himself hard all week to finish work-related stuff before our vacation.
"What a pity," I sighed as I stood and looked at him. "I really want to go shopping, but I don't want to leave you vulnerable like this."
"What are you talking about, Scarlet? I'm not vulnerable. I took a bullet for you, remember? I'm a total badass," he said with a grin as he put his hands behind his head.
"You're vulnerable to me," I said as I knelt on the rug and parted his knees.
He knew what I meant at that point. The shock and nervous arousal that appeared on his face were delightful. I absolutely loved how Rusty reacted to me at the slightest hint of something sexual. It was like seducing a virgin every time. He had me on a pedestal of sexual fantasy, and I understood why. His first introduction to me was through my porn films. I was officially a former porn star, but he was still my biggest fan. I was happy to focus all my sexual attention on him. The beautiful man deserved it ten times over, and I knew he would return the favor once he was rested.
His handsome face was covered in blush as I carefully unzipped his pants. He let out a pleased sigh as I wrapped my hand around his hardening erection, pulling it free of his clothes. I could feel his pulse thumping happily against my hand. I watched his eyelids getting heavy as I stroked his thickness a few times, admiring his length. A sudden desire to climb in his lap and ride him came over me. I loved feeling him inside me, but I didn't want to be selfish. Rusty would quietly tolerate the pain in his leg to pleasure me, and I didn't want him to do that. I wanted to exclusively pleasure him. I planned to ride my cowboy properly once he was rested.
I brought his firm tip into my mouth and tasted him. He shuddered and let out a shaky breath as I caressed him with my tongue. I felt hot all over and wet from simply having him in my mouth. He smelled and tasted so good, I would have been content just having him for lunch. He groaned as I began to use the best of my skill on him. I knew how to pleasure a man with my mouth. It was something my former career allowed me to practice. He was twitching and panting within a minute or two. It could have been longer. I was enjoying it too much to care.
"Mmm, Scarlet... that's so good," he groaned as he ran his fingers into my red curls.
His legs were jumping. I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I slowed down my strokes and lovingly worked him to climax. He gasped and squirmed against the leather cushions as pleasure tensed every muscle in his body. My own body was aching with want as I listened to his ecstasy wrought noises. I groaned in delight when his salty pleasure burst into my mouth. It was a two-gulp event, and it made me extremely hot for him. Rusty was juicy.
"Oh my god... thank you," he whispered as his head lulled back on the sofa cushion. He was breathing like he had run a mile.
