Cold As Ice

by Piper Rayne

  With my own spoon twirling and mixing the ice cream/chocolate sauce blend, I make the eye contact with her. “I get it. There has to be a lot of pressure to play it safe.”

  “After the accident, my mom wanted me to quit. She even reached out to your mom and asked her to help with this campaign to lower the walls of the halfpipe.”

  “I remember.” I don’t want the walls lowered, but how could anyone blame a mom whose son was in a coma for over a month and won’t ever be able to fulfill his dreams, from trying?

  She nods. “My dad and Brandon are the ones who convinced her to let me continue. She reluctantly agreed, but I don’t drop in that pipe without remembering that my mom’s heart will shatter if something happens to me.”

  “Oh, Mia.” My own heart drops to the pit of my stomach. How could I not realize that? Of course, she’s playing it safe for her family’s sake. That’s Mia. Everyone else before herself…always.

  She shakes her head. “Don’t. You’ve really helped me, Grady, and I appreciate you pushing me. I think it’s too painful for Brandon to help me and most of my trainers don’t even try to up my tricks because I’m winning now, but that won’t always be the case. Plus, it’s been fun with you, makes me remember why I love it.” A shy smile forms on her mouth and she takes a small spoon of ice cream.

  “I think I’m fucked up because after Brandon’s accident, I tried harder tricks.”

  She raises her eyebrows. “Would you like to psychoanalyze you now?”

  “Definitely, not.” We sit in silence for a while, the only sound is the scraping of our spoons against the bowls. Words are begging to come out of my mouth, but I just can’t get them out. My eyes catch hers from across the small room. “Mia, you should be so fucking proud of yourself. You’re an awesome snowboarder and I wouldn’t push you if I didn’t think you could handle it.”

  Her cheeks flame, a subdued shade like the cherries in her bowl. “Thank you.” She takes another spoonful of her sundae and ends up getting some sauce at the corner of her lips.

  I motion with my hand where she should swipe. Her tongue snakes out of her mouth to lick it off, but she can’t reach it.

  “Nope. Here.” I point to where and her hand reaches up on the other side. “No.” I laugh, placing my bowl down and jumping off the counter.

  The minute my feet hit the hardwood floor something shifts in the air. I was only going over to help her get the chocolate sauce off, but suddenly, her tits with their erect peaks are screaming for my attention and I’m wondering if she’s bare under her pajama pants, too.

  Her tongue continues to explore her mouth in a failed attempt to clean herself up and now it’s her lips stealing all of my attention.

  I slide my thumb along the edge of her lips, and the chocolate smears across my skin. I hold my thumb out to her, but her eyes study it and then raise up to meet mine. Knowing she’s not going to, I suck the chocolate sauce off my thumb as she watches me with interest.

  She sucks in a short breath and seems to hold it.

  I step closer and to my surprise her legs open for me. I pull her forward until she’s hanging off the counter, my hands threading through her hair. Without thinking about the repercussions, my lips land on hers and I’m transported to Miaville, where I know one kiss won’t be enough and I hope to enjoy a good, long stay.

  Chapter Fifteen

  She doesn’t pull away from my advance, instead one hand fists my T-shirt to keep me in place. I push my hands into her long, brown hair as I try to figure out how I’ve lived this long without ever kissing her. Her tongue is cool from the ice cream and runs along mine. Mia isn’t one to shy away from what she wants and the fact she wants me, or at the very least my lips in this moment has my heart fluttering like some lovesick fool from the movies.

  Her legs clench around my thighs, locking me to her. An internal debate runs in my head.

  Take your time, savor the moment, there’s too much baggage between us for this to happen a second time.

  But already I know—one taste will never be enough.

  Her hand releases my shirt and I draw my hands away, letting her hair fall back down as our lips slow to a close. I draw back and eye her beautiful, swollen red lips.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, immediately regretting making it even more weird between us.

  “Don’t be.” She lets a small giggle escape. “I’ve dreamed of that moment most of my adolescence.”

  We both smile and though my dick is screaming for me to go back for more, something stops me.

  “Grady?”

  My gaze flies up to her.

  “I’m not looking for a ring or some declaration of everlasting love.” She tilts her head, studying my reaction.

  My heart sputters. Is she saying what I think she is?

  “I want you,” I whisper, my forehead falling to rest on hers. My hands disobey my brain’s instructions of hands-off, and instead I grab the strings of her sweatshirt, wrapping them around my fingers.

  “Then have me.”

  When silence bears down heavily on us, her hands move up to cradle my face, forcing me to look directly at her. “Don’t overthink this, just go with it.”

  My hands push up under her sweatshirt, sliding it off her shoulders. I need to taste her and so I cast small kisses up her bare shoulder and down her collarbone. She falls back on her hands, allowing my teeth to grab a hold of her nipple through her thin tank top.

  Mia’s breath leaves her in a rush. “Oh.” Her body freezes for a moment and then I suck her entire nipple into my mouth, my tongue twirling the hard nub around. My other hand glides up her ribcage and pulls the tank top down on one side, revealing a perfect, perky tit with a kissable nipple.

  I move over to her exposed tit and take it into my mouth roughly. The first taste only makes me hungrier, and I slide a hand down the front of her pajama pants, finding her bare and slick.

  “Oh, please, Grady,” she pants, her back arching, offering me even more of her.

  My cock grows more rigid and throbs with an unbearable ache, needing to get inside of her. I lift her up off the counter, heading toward the great room and lower her to the couch. Grabbing the edges of her pajama pants, I slide them down her legs.

  Her perfect bare pussy glistens with wetness as my prize for unwrapping what will be my sweetest present ever. My dick is standing at full salute in my pajama pants and she notices, licking her lips when she does.

  I wish Mia would stay down so I could examine every inch I’m about to taste, but Mia always does what she wants. She gets up on her knees, her hand sliding up the front of my pajama pants, fisting my dick through the thin fabric. Jesus, her hands release any remaining restraint I had.

  I reach out, pulling the hem of her tank top up and over her head. She has to take her hands off my dick momentarily, but lucky me—she uses a switching hands technique and now I know for certain that mine isn’t the first dick she’s touched.

  Rest assured, I’ll make sure it’s the one she remembers most.

  “God, you’re gorgeous.” I take in all of her. Her olive skin flawless from top to bottom. Her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, almost touching her nipples. Her doe eyes that silently beg for me to take her.

  She scoots closer to me, hooking her fingers on either side of my pants and sliding them up and over my erection until I step out of them.

  “Impressive.” She stares at my cock with a hungry look and I say a quick thank you for being blessed between the legs.

  “Not even in the same realm as you.” I take in her puckered nipples, my mouth salivating to latch on like some preteen kid who’s looking at his first porno mag.

  Her cheeks flush and she rises to her feet, taking my shirt with her until it’s stripped off my body, joining our other clothes. Then without warning, she hops up and I catch her. We’re skin to skin. Her erect nipples press into my chest and the wetness between her legs coats my stomach. The tip of my dick is so close to her pussy that it’s almos
t painful to resist its siren call.

  “Condom?” I ask, panting.

  “Definitely.”

  A short burst of excitement races through me at the thought that if she’s not on the pill or have one of those things inside of her, she probably doesn’t do this all the time. Maybe there are a few things I’ll be the first person she experiences them with.

  “My room then,” I say and start walking with her still in my arms.

  Her lips attach to mine, not that I’m complaining, this cabin is entirely too large when you have a gorgeous woman strapped like a koala bear to your body and a condom isn’t within reach.

  What seems like a lifetime later, I kick my door open and dispose of her on my bed. Oh, how I wish this was my actual bed at home, so I could mentally catalogue that picture for the remainder of my days.

  She watches me as I go to my suitcase, grabbing a condom. I toss a few on the bed and start crawling toward her.

  “Someone thinks a lot of himself,” she says, glancing to her side.

  With my hands on either side of her body, I laugh. “Sweetheart, you’ll be begging for more.”

  She falls into laughter and gently pushes my shoulder. “You’re so full of yourself.”

  “Get back to me afterward.” My head dips down to her neck and she turns it to the side, giving me access.

  Her fingers grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. The tip of my dick teases her entrance, and she starts to grind. If I’m not careful, I’m going to slip into her wetness and lose all rational thought.

  “Now. Please.” My tongue leaves the sweetness of her skin and I sit back on my legs, stripping one condom off the row and opening it up.

  “You’re so...” She stops and our eyes meet as I roll the condom over myself.

  “What?”

  “Just.” For the first time, Mia’s voice is tentative and I hate the fact she doesn’t feel comfortable telling me what she’s thinking. That’s not like her.

  Lowering my body on top of her, I flex my hips.

  I brush her hair off her sweaty forehead. “Tell me.”

  “You’re just really...good looking.”

  My eyebrows raise and she tucks her head into the crook of my neck, embarrassed.

  “Well, thank you, you’re really...cute.” She slaps my back and I lean back, my hands cradling her face. “Relax. It’s just me.”

  Her eyes fill with so much emotion I have a hard time processing it all.

  “That’s the problem.” She swallows hard. “It’s you.”

  I shake my head. “Just go with it.” I throw her words back at her and she giggles until I swallow it down with my own mouth as I slowly slide into her.

  Her hips rise off the mattress and her fingers tighten on my skin while a moan catches in her throat. Not stopping the kiss, I wait until I’m fully seated, then pause for a moment so she can get used to me.

  Instantly she grinds, circling her hips and I take that as my sign she’s ready for more. Our lips devour one another’s, our tongues battling for dominance as I thrust in and out of her. Sometime later she pushes on my shoulder and I follow her lead and flip onto my back so she’s straddling me.

  “Thatta girl,” I urge the sexual kitten on.

  I slide right back in without any resistance, my hands cupping her tits, my fingers tweaking her nipples. My cock is deep inside her and she keeps making little circles on top of me, spurring me to heights I’m unsure I can control. Needing to slow the pace, my hands reluctantly leave her breasts to mold to her hips where I rock her back and forth on me.

  She falls forward, grabbing the edge of my headboard, her nipple right in front of my mouth. Taking the opportunity, I suck it in past my lips, twirling it with my tongue, and it’s her undoing as she rides up and down on my cock.

  “Shit, Grady.” My name comes out as a plea for more. Her orgasm overtakes her body, she clenches around me, her body trembling as my cock pulses inside of her.

  My fingers dig into her hips, making sure she doesn’t move an inch. When they finally loosen, her body falls on top of me. I trace the arch of her sweaty back as her labored breaths create the sweetest melody in my ear.

  “Did I live up to the hype?” I ask.

  Her giggles vibrate along my skin. Eventually, she picks up her head and rests it on my chest. “Better.” She winks.

  I blink. For a moment, the resemblance to Brandon makes my gut twist and harden. Will I be responsible for bringing down two Salters?

  Chapter Sixteen

  “I’m gonna need you to ditch the clothes.” My shoulder rests on the wall opposite the window I was staring out last night when Mia came to me. Only now I don’t see the snow inches up on the window, or the weighted branches of trees, limbs about to snap from the piles of snow. I only see Mia, holding her cup of tea, her sweater wrapped tightly around her for warmth.

  She glances over her shoulder, a smile that was never reserved for me until recently, graces her lips. “I wondered when you’d wake.”

  I walk toward her, wrapping my arms around her waist and burying my face in her neck. “Someone couldn’t get enough of me last night.” She elbows me in the gut, not hard enough to do any damage. “It’s okay, I know I’m edible.”

  Her tea sprays all over the glass and she covers her mouth, laughing.

  “What am I? The ugly stepsister?” She leaves my arms and heads over to the kitchen.

  “You’re definitely Cinderella.” I take the wet paper towel from her hands when she returns and clean the tea off the window.

  “You already got me into your bed, you can lay off the sweet talk.” She holds out her hand, but I bypass her to throw away the soaked-up towel. “And now you’re cleaning up after me? Where’s the real Grady Kale?” She takes her tea and sits on the couch, taking the remote off the table.

  “You made me coffee?” I pour some into a mug and join her on the couch.

  “Don’t think you’re special or anything, I was contemplating having a cup. Went for tea instead.”

  I plop down right next to her, grabbing her thigh and placing her leg over mine. Leaning over, I kiss her cheek. “Thank you.”

  She says nothing, but body language speaks volumes and the way she’s tilted herself slightly away from me is like a megaphone in my ear.

  I’m not sure where the girl that rode me like a bull at a rodeo is, or who the girl who had me licking chocolate sauce off her chest at three in the morning when we got hungry has disappeared to. I’m seeing a foreign side of Mia, a shy, timid side that I don’t like.

  “What’s the deal?” I ask.

  Dodging any eye contact, she sips her tea. “What are you talking about?”

  “Why are you acting so different?”

  She gives me a fleeting glance and then looks back to her cup of tea. “I’m not.”

  “You are.”

  She takes a deep breath, gives her head a shake and then curls up in the corner of the couch, her legs pressed to her chest. “What is this?” Her finger motions between the two of us.

  “This?” I mimic her movement.

  She rolls her eyes and places her teacup on the coffee table. “Us. Where do we stand now?”

  I really try to fight the smile, but it breaks through because I might be surprised with this side of Mia, but I’ve changed my mind. I like it...a lot. Bending forward, I place my coffee cup next to hers.

  “I was thinking we might as well take advantage of our time alone.” I pick her up and plop her on my lap, my already hard cock pressing against her ass.

  She wiggles, her hands planted on the back of the couch. “You know what I mean.” This time her eyes are locked on mine. Goodbye shy girl and here’s the Mia I know. Direct and upfront.

  “Listen.” My hands hold her face in them and she leans into my right palm. I ignore the way that made my stomach do something funny. It could totally just be too much chocolate sauce last night. “I don’t know where this is going to go, but last night was not
a one-night stand. At least not for me. I’d never do that to you, given our past. The only thing I know is that I liked last night.” I flex my hips up, circling my pelvis. “And I like this.”

  Finally, her teeth emerge and all the tension in her face vanishes. “Me, too.”

  “So, can we stop talking for a bit?”

  She rocks against me and my hands fall to her hips. “Definitely.”

  Leaning down to me, her lips land on mine and I get lost in Miaville again. I’m not quite sure I’ll ever grow tired of roaming her streets—whether it means being out for a leisurely Sunday walk or racing through town in a sports car.

  My hands move, sliding up the hem of her tank top, my fingers poised and ready to tweak her nipples when her body starts sliding off me, falling down between my open legs.

  I watch her, the way she pulls my pajama pants up and over my rigid length, her eyes on my cock. The way her tongue slides out and licks her lips. Peeking up to me through her eyelashes, our gazes lock as she takes me in her mouth.

  “Fuck.” My hands move to her hair, tightening in her dark strands and my ass slides to the edge of the couch, opening my legs farther to give her more room.

  Her head twists and turns around my dick until she takes all of me and then she works her way back up—she’s slow and almost painfully arousing and all I can think of is how I want to fill her mouth.

  My eyes won’t leave her handiwork and my dick grows harder the longer she’s down there. Last night she teased me briefly, but I know she’s down there to finish the job this time and there’s nothing sexier than watching a girl who enjoys blowing you.

  The more she sucks and the more the sound of slurping saliva echoes through the room, the harder it becomes to hold back. Suddenly, my head feels like it weighs thirty pounds and it collapses to the back of the cushion, as I rock my hips up.

  She fists me, pumping up and down at the same speed as her mouth is sucking the life out of me.

  “Fuck, Mia. Your mouth...”

  She lets out a moan or whimper, I’m not even sure because her other hand cradles my balls and it’s game over. They tighten up inside of me and though I try my best to hold back, I lose it.