Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(93)

“Eighteen,” I reply, nerves flowing through my veins.

“Oh, wow. Such a baby. My son is just two years older. Your godfather is the sweetest to bring you here, isn’t he?”

“He’s great, yeah…” I mutter, yet my expression doesn’t match my words or Sophie’s excitement.

She looks back at him. “So, no wife, no kids, huh?”

“No wife, no kids.” He chuckles. “Always the same.”

“Well, in case you manage to free yourself up for an evening”—she leans closer to his ear— “you know where to find me.”

He smiles back idly before rushing me to the outdoor terrace with a direct view of the ski slopes. We find a table in a sunny corner near one of the heaters. I’m still astounded by Sophie’s attitude. But I can’t blame her—after all, we’ve kept our relationship a secret.

While looking intently at the many skiers sliding down the slopes, some dangerously fast, I can’t help but say, “Am I gonna be known forever only as your goddaughter?”

He smiles, probably seeing that question coming. “They know us like that, just let it be. What’s important is us, not them.”

“So for the rest of the world, society in general, you have no intentions of introducing me as your girlfriend?”

“Petra, there is no need to feed gossip…”

“It’s not about feeding gossip,” I snap. “I told Emma you are my boyfriend. I’m proud of it.”

“Emma is your best friend. These people are nothing to us.”

“So our relationship will always be kept secret?”

“Let’s just say for people who don’t matter, they don’t need to know anything for now. They won’t see it the right way…”

“How would they see it, then? I love you, you love me. Seems good enough.”

“Well, they would find it…” He pauses, searching for the best word. “Inappropriate,” he manages to say, before taking a deep breath. “Not everyone is pure and loving like you. Most people would love to expose us, paint a different reality for the sake of making a few bucks.”

I smile at him in understanding, but I feel tormented. How long will I have to wait before we can make our relationship official? Getting married will solve the problem. But I know neither Alex nor Dad will be keen to talk about engagement and golden rings at this point. “Too young” will be the usual answer. I sigh, saddened.

He notices and lays his hand on mine. “Hey...” I blink at the sound of his voice. He gives me the stare. “Let’s go home. I’ll prepare you a hot chocolate with marshmallows.”

I smile, radiant, picturing not only the hot chocolate, but something else just as hot inside.





He goes to the kitchen while I’m still changing into a comfy pair of jeans with fluffy brown winter boots and a light-pink knitted sweater. As promised, I find a big mug with hot chocolate and marshmallows on the dining table and a fire already glowing in the fireplace. I grin and take a big sip as I look out the window. The sky has gone from light gray to blue with just some clouds finally clearing.

“How is it?” he asks.

I didn’t even notice him walking toward me.

I smile, leaving some chocolate on the edge of my lips. “Fucking delicious.”

Alex chuckles while looking at me. “Glad you like it.” He moves closer and wipes away the chocolate with his thumb, bringing it to his mouth. “Indeed, not bad.”

I leave the mug on the sideboard beside me. “But…” Then I reach up to his lips, tasting them, and whisper, “Not as delicious as you…”





Alexander Van Dieren





I swallow hard at her words. How can a young eighteen-year-old sound so naughty? She’s such a paradox to me. “You are incorrigible, Ms. Van Gatt.” She bites her lip, her stare devouring me. Then she brings her hand to my chest over my gray sweater, giving me a starving look. Craving more, she traces a line with her fingers down to my abdomen, until she reaches my waist, her eyes dropping a bit lower. At that moment, she quickly unfastens my snow pants.

While caressing the strands of hair at the edge of her face, I tenderly watch every move—her lips parting in excitement, her gaze focused on the button and zipper, her hands trembling, her breath getting louder as she pushes the garment down my hips… Her heart begins thundering as I reach for her jeans, unfastening them at once and shoving them below her ass—enough to see her pink cotton panties with a white bow in the center. I strip off her sweater, looking hungrily at her beautiful tits. In a sudden move, I spin her around to face the table, and bend her over. Supporting herself only with her forearms, she grows desperate, moaning, while I pull down her panties. The view of her ass is magnificent, her skin spotless, pale, firm, and smooth to the touch. I grow even harder feeling how drenched she already is. Damn, she really was born to have my cock inside her.

“Oh Alex, fuck me now,” she begs under her breath.

Her words electrify my whole body. God, I love seeing her so hungry, so horny and desperate like this. I pull my cock out and hold her tight by the waist, finally giving her what she has been begging for with the first hefty stroke into her delicious pussy.

She squeals with pleasure, relieved to feel me inside—exactly where I belong.