Page 13 of Snowed In with My Ex

My fingers skimmed my collarbone, and I shivered. He’d have dark eyes and scruff over his jaw. Calloused hands and a body like a Greek statue. I frowned when I realized what I had just done. Even in my attempt to think about someone else, the only man my poor, stupid heart could come up with was Winston.

Or Daddy,I sighed, biting my lower lip.

There were a lot of reasons I had fallen in love with Winston Nash. Not only was he generous and kind, funny, he had shown me things about myself I didn’t know existed in and out of the bedroom.

We hadn’t been together for over a month when he asked about things I liked sexually. When he took the time to really hear out the dirty fantasies I had cooked up throughout the years of reading romance novels for fun when I needed the break from studying.

Then he took it upon himself to make them come true.

I couldn’t imagine trying anything with anyone else, much less the daddy dom play, but with Win, everything had been different.

Safe.

Easy.

God, I miss him.

Not only because he was incredibly sexy and genuinely great in bed, but because somehow, in a short amount of time, he had become my best friend. The person I went to when something was bugging me. The one I wanted to call when I won a case or made a great discovery. He’d become my person in six months, and the last thirty-some days had really sucked without him.

Even in the sadness, just the thought of Winston made my body warm up. I looked around. It was silly. I was all alone in a cabin. I hadn’t seen a neighbor in miles on my drive up.

It was just me and Mother Nature.

Who would judge me if I got myself off thinking about my ex? No one! My eyes fluttered shut as my mind filled with everything Daddy.

Daddy Winston.The silky-smooth feel of his skin. The way his ab muscles rippled and twitched when I touched him. My hands moved from my collarbone down to my breasts. I toyed with my nipples. Gently tugging and twisting. But it was useless. No matter what I did, it never felt like it did when I was in Winston’s hands.

For working in an office, Win’s hands weren’t silky smooth. They were rough and calloused from his time in the gym and outside. God, the man loved being outdoors. I often found it surprising that he lived in a big city like Los Angeles when he found every reason to head to the mountains or the water.

Not to mention the workshop in his backyard, where he liked to tinker. That’s where I let my imagination draw me to. The small wooden shed he had back there.

I’d find him out there. Wearing nothing but ripped jeans and an old hole-filled tee. A sage one. One he swore matched my eyes. The moment he’d see me, despite whatever he had been working on, his attention would be completely on me.

On his princess. His baby girl.The deep rumble of his voice sounded in the back of my mind as my hands drifted down my body. My breath picked up while my hands skimmed my wet skin. His hands would be so warm, almost hot to the touch. He’d rip that shirt off, and my eyes would dart down the V that led to the waistband of his worn-in jeans.

My mouth watered for a taste of him.

Even while I worked myself up, my hand dipped between my legs as I thought of him. His length and thick girth. The heft of his shaft in my hand. I was soaking wet. The pads of my fingers rolled around my clit, aching for release, but I was going to tease myself the way he did.

Win always knew how to draw out the most beautiful orgasms. From the first time to the last, he had been like a master pianist with my body, knowing exactly how to make it sing with bliss.

I gasped and dipped my fingers in, my mind a blur of images of things we’d done together and some I wished we would have been able to do. Every little thing took me closer and closer until I was there, and with a gasp, moaning outDaddy, I came harder than I had anticipated and sighed, resting my head against the bathtub.

My Winston.

Daddy.I shook my head. He wasn’t mine. Not anymore. I rose from the now cool water and wrapped myself up in a heavy towel. I couldn’t keep doing this to myself. I needed to move on.

I changed into a new satin nightie and fuzzy socks. With my hair still wrapped up in a towel, I carried the snack plate andempty glass of wine back to the kitchen. I set it down on the counter and poured myself another glass.

I could always go to a local bar. Try to pick up some real-life mountain guy and have a down and dirty one-night stand. My reflection frowned at me while I stared out into the darkness that was quickly turning white from the snow that hadn’t stopped falling. The thought of hooking up with some random guy did nothing for me. My heart wanted one man and one man only.

Winston.Maybe I could call him now that I was a whole state away? It wasn’t like we could just hook up randomly when we were so far apart, right? I picked up my phone and tapped away on the screen until our text chat appeared.

Me: I miss you.I looked at the text and shook my head.

This is when I finally give in and reach out?That would be crazy! I chugged the rest of my wine. I couldn’t send that message. Sure, if I was going to text him, this was the safest time. When I was far enough from him to prevent some kind of hookup that would only prolong me getting over him.

I pressed my lips together, just about to delete the message, when I sneezed. My phone slipped out of my hand. I went to catch it, my fingers somehow touched the send button, and off it went!