Kite In The Snow by Karla Lopez

 

I rub Carter’s back as I watch him fall back asleep. He woke us up bright and early, but now is enjoying a late morning nap. I look out the window and see the sunshine through the sheer curtains. Never thought in my life that I would appreciate the sun so much. Having it gone for so long was definitely a challenge.

Even so, I’m happy with where I ended up and who I ended up with. Wyatt is the safe haven I was searching for, and I found it in a little town in Alaska. Of all places.

As soon as Carter is fast asleep, I make my way to the kitchen where Wyatt is cleaning up our mess from breakfast. My body heats as I stare at his naked back. It’s filled with tattoos and muscles. Every girls dream.

“You like what you see?” Wyatt says without turning around.

I chuckle. “Mmhmm. It definitely is a good view.”

“Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it?” He turns toward me and smirks.

I do the first thing that pops into my head—take my shirt off. I have nothing underneath. Wyatt’s eyes turn from playful to full on desire. I move toward him slowly and he watches me like his prey. Like he’s ready to pounce on me. I would gladly welcome it.

When I get to him, he grabs my face harshly and slams his lips against mine. Our lips lock in a heated kiss and his fingertips roam all over my naked body.

His lips meet my ear before he whispers, “I’m about to fuck you hard on this counter.” Before I can react to his words, my bare butt is on the counter and he’s spreading my legs.

Wyatt doesn’t hold back when his tongue meets my very wet folds. He groans against my skin, and I feel it inside my body. It creates tingles and shocks of euphoria.

Any shyness I once had has gone out the door. I grab his hair and push his face between my legs. I ride his mouth until I come all over it.

When he comes back up, his mouth glistens and I lick my lips out of instinct. He holds my calf to hold up my leg and uses his other to lower his boxers. His hard length springs out and the head touches my sensitive lips.

I moan. Wyatt wastes no time sinking into me. We both groan together. He holds onto my leg and slams into me. It’s not sweet, it’s hard and fast.

Our bodies make noises as they slap against each other. The room smells like sex, and I’m addicted to everything that Wyatt has to give.

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy was my made for me. You hear that?” he whispers against my lips as he keeps me captive with his eyes.

“Do you hear how wet you are? Your pussy is dripping all over me and the counter. So, fucking hot.” He slams into me harder each time he speaks.

My insides clench and my toes curl while he keeps whispering dirty words to me. Wyatt knows how to make me the most wet with just his words.

“Come on my dick, baby.” He rubs my clit with his thumb, sending a shock wave through me, and my release is hard enough that I see stars. I pant loudly as I watch Wyatt come undone too.

He groans loudly against my lips, and I watch as his hard length jerks inside of me, feeling him fill me up with his cum. We lay on each other as we try to catch our breath.

Wyatt and I watch between our bodies as he pulls out. The sensation makes me clench again and his cum seeps out of me. Wyatt uses his finger to run through it, sticking it back inside of me.

He holds his finger inside my sensitive pussy, and I whimper. “Does my girl want to taste my cum?”

I bite my lip and nod my head, lost in lust. He pulls out his fingers and sinks his cum coated finger into my mouth. The salty taste fills my tastebuds, and I moan as I suck it clean, not taking my eyes off him as I do it.

He grabs my head and slams his lips against mine when he takes out his finger. He swirls his tongue against mine and he bites my lip. “You are definitely the death of me.” He chuckles.

“And I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you more, Wyatt Carter.”

 

 

 

“Wyatt!” James shouts my name as I’m walking out of the hockey stadium. I just finished a practice with my team and now I’m officially exhausted, but I can’t wait to make it home to be with Mae and Carter.

“Hey, man.” He gives me a man hug. “You want to go sledding with me?” That sounds so appealing, but so does my girl.

James’s hopeful expression does it for me. “Sure. Let me just call Mae and let her know I will be late.” He nods his head and goes over to wait next to his truck.

After I call Mae to let her know not to wait up, James and I make our way to our favorite sledding spot. We’ve been coming here since we were kids and old enough to sled on our own.

We go over to the center where they keep the dogs—canine to be exact. We pick the same dogs we always do since we were kids. We set up our gear and then we race down the slopes. The still chilly air hits my face while I can’t stop smiling.

The scenery here in Alaska is just beautiful. My dogs are always faster than the ones James chooses, but he still tries to always beat me. I watch the view from up here on the hill and just take it in. It’s breathtaking.

The snow around us is starting to melt due to the sun and the nicer weather coming our way. We don’t get to sled much because of that, but it’s always fun to test the waters.

James and I are laughing as we exit the center that holds the dogs we were using, and we make our way back to his jeep. We’re quiet, listening to his new song as we drive back to the cafe.

James plays the guitar so beautifully that I know it would be a waste if the world never got to hear it. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

He interrupts my thoughts. “Sure. What’s up?”

“I’m leaving,” he blurts out, his eyes meeting mine. All I can do is stare at him for a moment. “It’s time, man. I’m ready to get on with my life. I bought a van. I’m going to go pick it up in Utah and travel the world with my music.”

The sound in his voice is the feeling that everyone goes their whole life looking for—their purpose.

“Say something.” He sounds wary and I now realize I’ve been quiet this whole time.

“James, you know that no matter what I’ll support you. You’ve wanted this since we were kids, man. Go after your dream.” He sighs in relief and squeezes my shoulder.

“I’m really gonna miss you, Wyatt.”

I nod my head. “Yeah, man. Me too.”

“But I’m content going knowing that you are living your dream, and now I’ll go live mine.”

I chuckle. Mae and Carter are my dream, a family. I guess it’s only fair he lives his dream too. “We’re so grown up.”

We laugh in unison. “Fuck, we are.”

Something occurs to me, and I can’t help but ask. “What about Camila?”

He hesitates. “What about her?”

“You know, you leaving will break her.”

“Yeah, but just a little. She’ll find someone, and if I pay attention to her, I know I’ll fall in love with her.”

I nod in understanding.

“Camila is special. She has this kindness that hasn’t been tainted by the world. Anyone will be lucky to love her.” He swallows and it looks painful by his facial expression.

I sit quiet cause I know very well that whatever is meant to be, will be.

 

 

 

The steam seeps into my wet skin as I’m getting out of the shower. I look over to the baby monitor and see Carter still sleeping soundly. I put underwear and one of Wyatt’s t-shirts on as I get ready for bed.

Wyatt is out sledding of some sort with James, while Carter and I had a quiet evening to ourselves. As I lather lotion onto my body, anxiety grows at the pit of my stomach. A chill runs through me. I have never felt so uncertain since I first got here.

The anxiety just grows as I finish getting ready for bed. I have this urge to go see Carter. I walk into our room and look inside the crib. My heart sinks as I find it empty.

“You know, I never thought he could look so much like me. He didn’t even get your eyes.” I freeze.

This can’t be happening. How did he find us?

All the pain I went through resurfaces, and it feels like I’m on this cliff and it wants to throw me over the edge. I try to breathe through my nose, but my lungs hurt. They feel like they’re working double to get air out of my body.

Harsh tears surface behind my eyes, and all I want to do is break. I turn slowly and my worst nightmare is staring at me right in the eyes. “Travis,” I whisper.

Somewhere far away, the old me is crumbling and I’m falling to that. Into the black hole that was my life. “How can you be so cruel to take my son away from me?” he asks with tears in his eyes.

My eyes bounce all over his face, and I realize he’s high or drunk. All my fears are simmering underneath my skin, but all I see is my son in the hands of the man who hurt me.

The man who almost killed me while he was still in my belly. “Travis, please give him back to me.”

He shakes his head, his eyebrows creasing angrily. “You had him all this time. It’s my turn.”

“Please, Travis.” I plead with my eyes.

“You need to come home so we can be a family. Please, baby, I need you and him. I promise you; I will get help. I’m so fucking lost, Mae. I know that’s not an excuse, but I need your help.”

His words would mean something to me if it were the old me, but I’m not. I need to fight for my son. “Please, Travis. I’m happy here and safe. Please, give him back and go.”

“NO!” he shouts so loudly it startles Carter, and he starts to cry. “I found you with some of the best detectives, and I promise you that I will take him away if you don’t come home. I have money and power, and I will bring you down. Don’t fucking test me.”

My biggest fear is staring at me right in the face and he has the power to take away my reason to live. My baby. My everything. “You have one week to come home or there will be cops here to arrest you for kidnapping and to hand Carter over to me.”

I shake my head as tears streak my cheeks. He hands Carter over to me, and I hold him to my chest. His cries echo in my ears and all I can do is cry with him. “Travis, please don’t do this.”

“One fucking week!” He points, then walks out. When I hear the apartment door close, I drop to my knees and sob. Carter cries harder with my sobs, and I hold him to me. I’d rather die than have Carter grow up in the environment I did.

I know I have nowhere to run, and Wyatt can’t save me this time.