Fire and Ice: Book One: Burned (The Fire and Ice Series 1)

by Delaney, Kiara

  "Jesus, Hailey, keep that up and I'm not gonna last much longer," he warns.

  He's pulling at my hair, as if trying to slow my movements, but I'll have none of that. I continue my sweet exploration of his cock with my tongue and mouth, coating it until it is saturated, licking and sucking ever so slowly as I feel his body tense and his breath become ragged.

  "Hailey, you have to stop," he implores me. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Princess." Stop? Not on your life!

  He tries desperately to push me away, but I refuse to relent as he groans out, "Babydoll, I can't wait, I'm gonna come. Stop, please." I moan once more against him, taking him deep into the recesses of mouth, sending him over the edge as he explodes; his orgasm coating the back of my throat as I swallow it with glorified pride and adoration. He's given up all hope of pushing away, and pulled me into himself as far as he can, tensing up, and shivering with his forceful release before he finally pulls out of me, leaving me feeling instantly empty, as I lick the salty remains from my lips.

  Kellan leans his weight against me, propping a hand on my shoulder, as if he's having a hard time standing, as his breathing slowly begins to calm.

  He chuckles, and as I gaze at him lovingly, he tips me a crooked smile, breathing out, "Fuck me, Hailey. That was mind blowing."

  "There's plenty more where that came from," I retort with a smirk.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Kellan

  Holy fucking shit. I've died and gone to heaven. Or maybe I've just died, and I'm in an alternate universe, imagining this whole scenario in what's left of my mind in the afterlife, or whatever happens when you leave this sad, sorry excuse for a planet. Maybe I had a fucking seizure in the shower this morning, or passed out cooking breakfast and smashed my head against the counter. Maybe Jordan shot me after the funeral as final retribution for stealing Hailey away from him. I don't think he'd score any points in his favor, but at least I'd have gone out with bang. Very punny.

  My orgasm subsides, and I am brought back to reality, realizing I have not died, but what Hailey just did to me felt like heaven on Earth. I can barely stand, as the aftershocks wrack my body. I can't count the seemingly titanic amount of blowjobs I've received; yet none compare to Hailey's sweet oral exploration of my cock she's just demonstrated on me, splintering me into a million pieces. That was by far the best goddamn blowjob of my life. She's a fucking expert. A pang of jealously courses through me at the thought of her pleasuring other men.

  The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. "Talk about fucking unreal? There must be a lot of happy guys out there." I mentally wince as an afterthought.

  I tip her a small smile, trying to cover my faux pas, but her expression is wounded and contrite. She quickly crawls into that place I've become familiar with, her safe place, where she hides from the world, tilting her head to the floor and fiddling with her hands, as she whispers, "I've never done that before...with anybody but you, Kellan."

  My brain seizes for a beat, and I go slack jawed. "Never?" I question with awe at the revelation. She gently shakes her head back and forth.

  I place my finger under her chin and tilt her face to meet my eyes, running my other hand over her hair, as I say in a quiet tone, "Jesus, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." She smiles a sad smile before I try to recover, lifting her from the floor to stand before me. I peer down at her lovingly, taking her face in both of my hands as I stroke her cheeks with my thumbs. "Princess, you're a natural," I say, before capturing her lips in a firm kiss, as she quickly opens for me, our tongues immediately beginning an urgent, feverish dance with each other. I can still taste the faint remains of my orgasm, and it turns me on that much more.

  Hailey throws her arms around my neck, pulling me into her further, as I let my hand travel down her side, over her hipbone, and hike her leg over my hip. I'm hard again in an instant, my dick throbbing with need against the heat of her pussy. I reach between us, massaging her clit as she moans her bliss into my mouth, rocking her hips into mine, pulling me closer with her leg. My mind wants to make sweet, gentle love to her, but my body wants to fuck her with an animalistic force.

  Fuck sweet and gentle. I drop her leg to the floor, spin her around, and hoist her onto my dresser, shoving the few belongings I do have on its surface to the floor.

  I pull her ass to the edge of the dresser and angle her hips upwards as she takes in a sharp breath. Propping her feet on my shoulders, she's spread out before me like a full buffet...one I can't wait to delve into.

  Using one hand, I caress and palm her left breast, teasing her puckered nipple as she sighs in pleasure. My right hand travels to her sweet, wet spot, stoking her fires, readying her for my entrance. I intend to be swift. I stroke her soaked lips and insert two fingers, stretching her a bit as she moans in satisfaction as I slowly rub her swollen clit. She protests with a mewl as I withdraw my fingers to slip them into my mouth, savoring her sweet and tangy flavor.

  As I continue to massage her breast, I ask in a husky voice, "You like that, baby?"

  Her eyes close as she responds, "Mm hmm..."

  "Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want, Hailey," I command.

  "Mmm...you," she replies simply.

  "Not good enough, babe. Tell me everything. Tell me what you want me to do to you, Princess."

  Her head lulls back and forth before she says, "You know what I want, Kellan."

  "You have to tell me," I goad her, as I tease her entrance with the head of my cock, my thumb kneading her clit.

  "Ooh, Kellan...," she manages. "I need you inside me."

  "I know you do, baby. I want to be inside you so bad right now. Tell me how you want to fucked." I know it's killing her; the waiting. I need her as badly as she needs me, but fuck this is hot.

  "God, Kellan, I want you to fuck me so bad it hurts."

  "You want fucked hard, don't you, Hailey?" I ask, beginning to pant as I slide the tip of my cock in and out of her pussy a fraction of an inch. I'm dying here, but I know this will be worth the wait. "Tell me you want fucked hard," I demand.

  "Shit, yes, Kellan...fuck me hard," she strangles out as she squirms against me, barely able to hold herself up.

  "Look at me." She opens her eyes and fastens them to mine, blinking rapidly. "That's it, baby. Don't take your eyes off me." She nods as I continue, "You ready?" I breathe out as she nods again.

  Slamming my cock into her, we both wail out in ecstasy as I still for a moment, her eyes going wide, as I stare at her intently before setting a ferocious pace that leaves us both covered in a sheen of sweat and nearly breathless. As I thrust into her, I can feel her heat, and her core tightening.

  "Don't hold back, baby. Come whenever you're ready," I prompt. My stamina is quickly fading, and I'm nearly tipping over the edge, but I want more. This feels like nothing I've ever felt before, but I need more.

  "Tell me you love me, Hailey." She instantly stills and I refuse to relent. "Don't stop...keep going. Tell me you love me," I breathe out as I pull her hips into mine, my orgasm so close I can barely hold on. She's gripping me like a vice.

  Complying, she pants out, "I love you, Kellan."

  Not good enough. I need more. As we tumble towards oblivion, I let her legs fall to floor, thrusting into her one final time as I stiffen, pouring myself into her, physically and emotionally, as I pull her into me, crying out into her hair, "Jesus, Hailey, I love you so goddamn much. Please don't ever leave me," I plead.

  She throws her arms around me, gripping me to her as I feel her tears begin fall against my back. "Never," she promises.

  ******

  Hailey

  "Are you really that dense," Georgia fired at me, as we prepared our shots for the evening. I frowned, not understanding why she couldn't just be happy for me for once.

  "I don't know why I bother with you," I retorted, annoyed.

  "He's playing you like a fiddle, and you're just gonna let him walk all over you like a door mat." She was getting m
ore and more riled up by the minute.

  I huffed out a sigh, rubbing my forehead, before saying, "Georgia, you weren't there..."

  "Thank God," she murmured under her breath, as she rolled her eyes.

  "You know what I mean. You didn't hear it in his voice, the complete and utter resolve in his voice. I've never been so sure of anything in my life; even when I told him myself, it didn't seem real until he said the words."

  Georgia leaned back, an intimidating look crossing her features, as she clapped her hands together in a slow cadence, mocking me. "Well, isn't that special," she bit out. "You and lover boy can walk off into the sunset and get matching tattoos and shit," she said irritably.

  "Hey, that's a great idea!" My head suddenly snapped towards Kellan's voice behind me, as he entered the kitchen, wrapping his arms around me, and planting a chaste kiss on my cheek before resting his chin on the top of my head.

  "What's a great idea?" I asked befuddled.

  "Let's get matching tattoos," he answered.

  "Oh, God," Georgia said snidely. "You're going to mark yourself for this..." I gave her a stern look of warning and she clamped her mouth shut.

  Kellan blew her off, keeping his cool, and effectively ignored her. "Let's do it," he prompted, his eyes lighting up with glee as he turned me around to face him.

  "You do know what they say about matching tattoos," Georgia kept on.

  I volleyed my eyes back and forth between Georgia and Kellan before he finally spoke up. "It's supposed to be a bad omen," he admitted.

  "Well then why do you want us to do it?" Kellan was impossibly unpredictable.

  "Because nothing's going to happen to us, baby," he reassured me, grabbing my hands and swinging them back and forth, as he brought me closer to him for a lingering kiss.

  "Aabullshit," Georgia coughed into her fist, as we both looked at her, exasperated.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Kellan

  "I can't believe I let you talk me into this, Kellan."

  "Georgia, will you help me out, here?"

  "Don't look at me...this was your dumb ass idea," Georgia huffed out.

  "Baby, we talked about this. I love you. I'm not going anywhere."

  Hailey shook her head back and forth. She was getting cold feet. "Jesus, Georgia, I know you don't approve, but we're talking about forever, here. The guy's like a brother to me, and he's in there waiting for us."

  I turned Hailey to face me, placing my hands on her shoulders...God she looked beautiful. "Listen, baby, we're in this together, and I swear to you, you won't be sorry." I looked to Georgia as I continued conspiratorially, "Georgia will be right beside you every step of the way. And she respects and supports your decision," I added. "Don't you, Georgia?"

  Georgia looked at me dumbfounded, her jaw going slack, as I cocked my head, staring a hole into her, before she gave a halfhearted chuckle, replying, "Oh yeah, yep...totally support you, hon."

  I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to Hailey, as I said, "Don't pay attention to her." Hailey was sweating bullets.

  Andy peeked his head out of the sparsely decorated room, asking irritably, "Hey, are we doing this, or not?" I gave him a small smile and held up my index finger before he disappeared back into the room. He was already doing me a huge favor by getting us in on short notice, and we were running late. The paperwork was signed, and everything was set to go. I just needed Hailey to take the plunge and put one foot in front of the other.

  ******

  Hailey

  "Georgia, hold my hand. I think I'm going to pass out."

  "You're not going pass out," she said blandly. My heart was pounding out of my chest, and I wasn't sure if I could go through with this. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...he's starting...I can't back out now!

  I grip Georgia's hand, and give her a look of trepidation as her anger seemingly slips away, and she smiles at me with adoration, squeezing my hand back in a sign of solidarity.

  "Ow!" I cry out at the first contact of the needle against my skin. It's honestly not as bad as I thought, but it sure as hell doesn't feel great. I wince as Kellan's regular tattoo artist begins to outline the tattoo I've had him draw up for me. We decided not to go for matching tattoos for my first one, as I wanted to pay tribute to my mother with my first one.

  I've chosen to have it placed on the inside of my arm, just above my wrist. A beautiful pink ribbon, the symbol of breast cancer awareness, with a pink blossoming rose in the center. Inside of the ribbon, I've had inscribed 'Mom' and her date of birth and date of death.

  Kellan is staring at the needle intently, studying the progress of the work, as the artist continues to outline the shape and wipe away the black ink at regular intervals. This hurts like a bitch, but I've been assured this is the worst part, and that the shading hurts less. I've also been told once I get one tattoo, I'll become a junkie, wanting more. I'm not so sure about that, as with each swipe of the rough paper towel, my skin burns, as if I have a sunburn. Andy certainly isn't gentle.

  Kellan has decided to get a new tattoo today as well. I'm not the only one who's getting a tribute tattoo. My body flushes at the thought of him getting my name tattooed across his chest, right above his heart, in an intricate, somewhat scrolled and somewhat gothic looking calligraphy. The thought of him marking his body with essentially my being is unbelievably surreal to me.

  It's been several weeks since Mom has passed, and I can't bring myself to stay at the house. Kellan's apartment feels more and more like home each passing day. But all that will change soon, too.

  He's been saving his money to move out of Chambers, and he's finally gotten enough to do so. He's made arrangements to bartend at a casino in Reno and he's enrolled in part time classes at a local college there. He wants to get a degree in business management and eventually open his own restaurant and bar. I wasn't aware of his plans until about a week ago, and I sure as hell wasn't aware they included me. My guess is he wasn't either until recently.

  I haven't told Georgia yet about our plans to leave Chambers. She and I have become like sisters, and she's cheering me on to reapply to college to finish up my degree, especially now that my money is available to go towards tuition. The deadline for spring semester enrollment is in two days, and Kellan I plan to leave at the end of the week. He gave Jim his two-week's notice the day after he asked me to go with him. I have to wonder if he would have stayed had I said I wouldn't go.

  Kellan asked Jim not to say anything to anyone about us leaving. He didn't want the attention, and honestly, I didn't either. It was bad enough I was going to have to say goodbye to Georgia. I hadn't known her long, but in the short time I had, she'd grown to be a trusted friend.

  Gail had her daughter, Angela Marie, last week, and honestly, Jim seemed less interested in the welfare of the bar, and more preoccupied with Gail's. I'm sure he wants her as healthy as possible before she returns to work.

  Kellan didn't want to leave Jim hanging, and as such, let him know his next-door neighbor had just been laid off from his job at a local car dealership. Kellan didn't make a habit of talking to his surly neighbor, but noticed he was home one day during normal business hours, taking out his trash. Kellan took the opportunity to approach Mr. Gandy, and suffice it to say, two hours and a twelve pack later, Kellan was aware of Mr. Gandy's recent job situation, as well as his dire financial situation to pay for child support and alimony, while his ex wife lived in a three bedroom townhouse located in an upscale neighborhood on the outskirts of town. He said the only reason he never complained was because his son and daughter attend one of the best schools in the area.

  I frown at the thought of couples divorcing these days; giving up so easily. I internally make a pact with myself that that will never be Kellan and me, no matter how hard it gets. We've made it through some pretty rough times and come out the other side. There's no way I'm ever letting something get in the way of our happiness.

  Lost in my thoughts, I'm suddenly broken from my reverie
, as Andy gives my arm one final swipe, saying with a bit of enthusiasm, "Check it out in the mirror," as he applies a film of healing lotion.

  I blink my eyes rapidly, afraid to look down for a moment, as I say, "That's it?"

  Andy chuckles, his mouth turning up into a slight grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he looks to Kellan, saying, "Dude, she's sick with it already. I give it a month before she's dragging your ass back in here."

  Kellan and I exchange a knowing glance; the truth being this will be our last visit to the quaint tattoo parlor. I take the opportunity to break the awkward silence by getting up and walking over to the full-length mirror with trepidation, holding out my arm, and turning it towards the mirror for inspection. Holy crap! It's so...elegant. I thought tattoos were supposed to be bad assed. This is feminine, and beautiful. I didn't picture the drawing I had seen outlined on paper coming to life on my skin, as if it were alive, popping off of my body, tangible. I shouldn't have doubted Andy's ability; Kellan's body is covered in art, the likes of which I've never imagined. I wonder to myself, which one of them came up with the ideas for each design.