Winter Vibes (Mistletoe Montana Book 2) Read online

  Winter Vibes

  Mistletoe, Montana

  Frankie Love

  Contents

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Aspyn

  Chapter 2

  Cole

  Chapter 3

  Aspyn

  Chapter 4

  Cole

  Chapter 5

  Aspyn

  Chapter 6

  Cole

  Chapter 7

  Aspyn

  Chapter 8

  Cole

  Chapter 9

  Aspyn

  Chapter 10

  Cole

  Chapter 11

  Aspyn

  Chapter 12

  Cole

  Chapter 13

  Aspyn

  Chapter 14

  Cole

  Epilogue

  More Mistletoe, Montana!

  More Frankie Love Christmas!

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  Introduction

  WINTER VIBES

  By Frankie Love

  I’m a Christmas cliche if there ever was one.

  Hopelessly in love with Cole, my brother’s best friend, dreaming of kisses (etc.) under the mistletoe.

  But since I can’t have what I want, I’ll have to let those dreams play out in my head.

  Or, rather, in my bed.

  Because this holiday I’m at a ski chalet with my family and Cole, and it’s torture. How can I focus on shredding the powder when this hottie is so dang close?!

  Instead of hitting the slopes, I’m hitting the hay.

  So I say.

  Really I’m just busting out my battery-operated boy-toys and enjoying what I call “Christmas Miracles” alone in bed.

  Until Cole knocks on my door.

  Oh gosh, this might get awkward…

  Dear Reader,

  It’s no secret that Aspyn has the hots for Cole… but this snow bunny doesn’t know his side of the story.

  He knows she’s off-limits, but he has a Christmas package he wants her to unwrap.

  Screw the vibes this winter, it’s time to charge the battery in your Kindle!

  xo, frankie

  Chapter One

  Aspyn

  Gliding down the mountain at full speed brings a smile to my face. I bask in the icy air on my cheeks and the satisfying whoosh as I pass my parents on our way down the slope. My dad calls after me, but I don’t stop.

  I live for this feeling… and only one thing compares. Or really, beats this.

  Me, alone in my bed, thinking about Cole. Or rather, imagining the two of us together. Like together together.

  He was my first crush and my feelings for him have never faded. Even if he just thinks of me as his best friend’s little sister, I’ve always held out hope for more.

  A whole lot more.

  So sure, acing this black diamond is fulfilling… but it’s not the same as how it feels when I get off all by myself while I picture the man of my dreams making love to me.

  “Aspyn,” Mom says as she joins me at the base of the mountain, her skis coming to a stop next to mine. The ski lodge is decorated for Christmas, which is only two days away. Ornaments and lights cover large pine trees, and holiday music floats around us. It is the best time of year, made even better by the fact that I’m here with my family. I’ve missed them.

  Mom lifts her goggles and I do the same. The bright sun nearly blinds me and I lift a hand over my brows. “You killed it,” she says. “Your dedication is paying off. Honey, you could really make the team.”

  I shrug, not wanting to get my hopes up, but happy she notices and is proud of me. “Thanks, Mom. Only time will tell.”

  At nineteen, I know my chances of making the US Alpine Ski Team are slim. But god, I want it. I’ve been spending more and more hours with my coach than ever before. I live in Bend, Oregon, so I can practice full-time, but flew home to Montana to spend the holidays with my family. They live in Missoula, but since we all love skiing, we decided to come to this chalet in Mistletoe. It’s the perfect place for Christmas. Mom’s boss owns it and is letting us borrow it, which is so generous.

  “Want to grab lunch at the cafe?” she asks.

  “I’m starving, but should we wait for Douggie?” My brother is set to arrive today from Missoula, where he attends college at the same place my dad teaches.

  “He texted Dad. He and Cole are running late and won’t be here until dinner.”

  Heat rushes to my core at the mere mention of him. “Wait, what? Cole is coming?”

  “Didn’t I tell you? His parents are still in Spain, so he’s joining us. Won’t that be nice? It’s been forever since you’ve seen him.”

  I swallow, my throat gone dry. “It’s been three years,” I say. With my competitive ski schedule, I’ve missed out on a lot of family events, and whenever Cole has seen my parents, I haven’t been there. Mom sends me photos of their time together, of course, and I stalk him on social media. But it’s been a long time since I’ve seen the guy I’ve been in love with since I was a kid.

  Since he has seen me. Three years to be exact. But who’s counting?

  Nerves wash over me at a terrifying speed. “I think I’m gonna go back to my room,” I say. “I’m actually pretty tired.”

  Mom frowns. “I thought we were going to do a few runs after lunch?”

  I bite my bottom lip. “You go find Dad for lunch and have a fun afternoon together. When do you two get to relax like this?”

  Mom squeezes my hand. She works as an ER nurse and dad is a professor. They both spend their lives helping other people, and I know for a fact they’ve devoted all their extra resources to my career. They deserve an afternoon together.

  “Okay, you sure you don’t want company?”

  I nod. “I promise. It’s been a long month. I haven’t had a day off in who knows how long.”

  “If you’re sure.”

  “I am,” I say with a laugh, but appreciating how considerate she is being.

  She’s giddy as she pulls out her phone, calling my dad. “Hey honey, wanna be my date this afternoon?”

  I smile as I ski away, toward the chalet that is on the base of the mountain. My parents have taught me the meaning of true love, and it makes me want what they have. And I know who I want that with.

  When I get to our place, I unclip myself from the skis and head inside, unzipping my jacket and walking straight toward the bathroom in my room on the lower floor. There are three rooms down here, which means Douggie and Cole can stay down here too, letting my parents have the master suite upstairs.

  I immediately turn the shower to scalding. I may be hungry, but my body is craving something else.

  A release.

  I rummage in my toiletries bag for my favorite water vibe. It’s bright purple with ridges that touch me in all the right ways when I put it on the highest setting. Then I step into the shower, turning on my battery-operated toy.

  As the hot water runs over me, I close my eyes, thinking of Cole.

  Dreaming of finally getting my one and only Christmas wish: him.

  Chapter Two

  Cole

  It was a last-minute decision. I was planing on heading to Spain t
o see my parents, but then Douglas told me his sister was coming to Mistletoe and I changed my plans.

  I had to.

  Aspyn’s crazy schedule has meant three years of not seeing her. And since my parents teach overseas, every holiday I’ve gone to see them in whatever country they happen to be living in. It’s given me the chance to see the world every school break, but it has also meant I’m never around when Aspyn is.

  And I need to know. To know if there’s a chance on earth she might feel the same way as I do.

  “You sure your parents are okay with my crashing your family Christmas?” I ask Douglas. I love his parents, Janet and Tom, but I don’t want to overstep.

  “Oh, for sure. I think they love you more than me.”

  I chuckle, looking at my phone as Douglas drives. We’re a few hours from Mistletoe and I can’t stop thinking about Aspyn. I pull up her Instagram and see a new post. She’s on the mountain with her parents, her blue eyes so beautifully bright, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders and a pink beanie on her head. She’s captioned the image: “Christmas with the family, doesn’t get better than this!”

  I love that about her, how much she cherishes her parents. They’ve sacrificed a lot for her over the years, but she seems aware of that, never acting entitled, always finding side gigs to help out financially where she can. Family means everything to her.

  It’s just one of the reasons I love her.

  “What are you looking at?” Douglas asks, glancing over. “Oh, that Aspyn? Man, I’m jealous. I wish we were already on the Mountain.”

  “Soon enough, bro.” I close the app, and shove the phone in my bag. “So, is Aspyn dating anyone these days?”

  Douglas shakes his head. “Not that I know of. She doesn’t have time. I guess she’s trying to make the US Alpine Team, and Dad says she has a shot. Besides, I don’t think there’s a guy on earth good enough for her.”

  “What do you mean, not good enough?” I ask, trying to sound nonchalant. I’ve never discussed my feelings for Aspyn with Douglas. I almost did, one summer at the lake, but I couldn’t. I knew the timing wasn’t right. And I’ve figured, why broach a topic that’s been so out of reach? But she’s nineteen now… and I’ll be done with college at the end of winter semester. Things are changing.

  But one thing that hasn’t is the way I feel for this girl.

  Douglas lowers the music volume as a Christmas song starts to play. “I just mean Aspyn’s so innocent. She’s lived in a bubble for the last five years and I hate the idea of a guy taking advantage of her. Of her naiveté.”

  “Yeah? But she might have been seeing guys, Douglas,” I push back. “She spent all of high school at a ski school, who knows what she’s gotten up to.” I hope it isn’t true, but unchaperoned teenagers could be a recipe for disaster, or at least partying. I wonder if it’s Douglas being the naive one here.

  “You haven’t seen her in a long time, Cole. I’m telling you she is innocent with a capital I. She’s upheld the three Ds my parents swore her to when she left home.”

  I laugh, having never heard of this promise before. “And what are the three Ds?”

  “No drinking, no drugs, no dating.” Douglas shrugs, keeping his eyes on the recently snow-plowed road. “And I honestly don’t think she’s broken her promise. Sure, I’m an overprotective brother, but no guy is good enough for her.”

  I run a hand over my jaw. “No guy is good enough?”

  Cole shakes his head. “None.”

  I exhale, wondering if coming here for Christmas is a terrible mistake.

  Aspyn is clearly off-limits. Trouble is, she’s the only one I want.

  Chapter Three

  Aspyn

  The shower helps calm my nerves… or at least relieves the ache in my core. After drying, I flip off the vibrator and stow it back in my toiletries bag, then walk over to the suitcase on the bed and try to pick out something flattering to wear. Trouble is, I packed for the slopes and cozying up in the chalet with my family — not for Cole.

  I pull out my dark denim jeans that hug my hips and a red chenille sweater that is tight across the chest. Not overtly sexy, but still accentuating the places I want Cole to notice. Needing a bra and panties, I lick my lips as I unzip the side compartment in my luggage. Before I can grab the undergarments, I pause, feeling heat at my pussy as I look at the hefty assortment of toys I brought along. I figured since this is vacation, I should take full advantage of it.

  I have a G-spot vibe, a rabbit, a very realistic one, a dual stimulator, and my ever so trusty wand. Sighing, I push them aside and grab a matching red bra and panty set. My vibe collection is my one decadence in life. I don’t spend money on manis or pedis, and I’ve never been one for getting my hair done, but I do use my budgeted allotment for self-care on these toys.

  And while I love the pleasure they bring, I do sometimes wish I could share the fun with a partner. And by partner, I mean Cole. Because I’ve never so much as kissed a man — I’ve been saving it all with Cole in mind. And I take my parents’ wishes to heart. Which is why I’ve kept true to the 3 Ds for so many years.

  When I saw him three years ago, it was summer, we were at the lake, and I was just sixteen. He was twenty, and Douggie had left to grab us something from the snack bar for lunch. We swam out in the lake, Cole and I, and when my feet brushed against seaweed, I shrieked. He reached for me, an arm sliding around my waist.

  “It’s just the algae,” I said, breathless, his hands on my skin, the sun beating down on us. His muscular chest pressed against mine. The water was icy cold, and my nipples poked through my white bikini.

  “You scared me,” he said, not letting go. I didn’t want him to. I wanted to stay in his arms forever.

  And despite the frigid water, I felt something firm. Hard. Him.

  I swallowed, wanting to kiss hi … and so much more. I wanted to shove down his swim trunks and wrap my legs around his waist, to untie the strings on my hips keeping my bottoms in place.

  And I swear, he wanted that too. He looked into my eyes and the heat between us grew to an inferno.

  “Cole,” I had whispered, but then he pulled away. Swimming a meter from me.

  “Fuck. We should get back,” he’d said, creating distance between us.

  And I haven’t seen him since that day — for three years.

  Still, the memory makes my heartbeat quicken… it felt so right, being in his arms. And I know he felt it too.

  At least I think he did.

  I dress quickly, then dry my hair. I don’t have any makeup, but I slide lip gloss on my lips and put on moisturizer along with sunscreen — a must when you are outside for so many hours a day.

  Then I head to the living room with my Kindle. I’ve downloaded lots of yummy Christmas stories, and I dive into one titled The Snuggle Is Real. With the gas fire roaring, I decide to make some hot cocoa before getting under a blanket to read the afternoon away.

  The living room has been decorated by the owners, and I’m glad — not being home for Christmas isn’t anything new though. Over the years my parents have come to Bend many times to celebrate with me. As a family, we have always believed that home is where the heart is, so it feels okay not being at my parents’ home for the holidays. I’m just happy to have the chance to be with them. There’s a Christmas tree in the corner and a cedar garland over the fireplace. The candle that I light on the coffee table is cinnamon scented and I take a sip of the cocoa, the melting marshmallows adding to the decadent treat.

  Snuggled up on the couch, I quickly sink into the story on my device. The eBook has me all warmed up and my body aches as I read some of the hotter scenes, imagining them with Cole. All I know is that if I was stuck at a chalet, alone with Cole for Christmas, it would not be the worst thing.

  I fall asleep after reading and am awoken when the front door opens. Expecting my parents, I stay on the couch — but when Douglas calls out, asking if anyone is home, I realize who has actually arrived.


  Jumping off the couch, I run into my brother’s arms. He is tall and fit, and studying sports medicine at school. “Oh, Douggie! I missed you!”

  “I missed you too, Aspyn.” He squeezes me before letting go. “Cole misses you too.”

  I look over at Cole and my whole body melts. Forget being locked in a chalet with him, I will take anywhere, any time — I just want him. Alone.

  He is more handsome than ever — and those photos Mom has sent over the years do him no justice. His shoulders are broad, his jaw has a sexy amount of scruff, his dark hair falls into his eyes and when he pushes it back, I lick my lips. His green eyes are a forest I could get lost in.

  He doesn’t hug me, and so I don’t hug him either, and I feel a tinge of pain. All I want in the world is to wrap my arms round him and recreate the moment in the lake. Only this time, completely naked, in my bedroom, with the door locked.

  “Aspyn,” he says, the timbre of his voice rich and gravelly, and my belly flip-flops. “It’s been a long time.”

  “Three years,” I say, shoving my hands in my back jeans pockets.

  “You look—” He clears his throat, looking at Douggie. “Like you’ve been sleeping.”

  Cringing, I smooth my rumpled hair. That was not what I was hoping for him to say. I wanted him to shove my brother out of the way and ravish me here on the couch, in front of the fire.

  Okay, yes, I know I have an overactive imagination, but so would anyone if they were this close to the man of their dreams.

  Realizing he isn’t about to make a move, I sigh. Maybe this won’t be the best Christmas ever… maybe to Cole I will always be his best friend’s little sister.