Breaking the Ice

by Shayne McClendon

  “I’ll take very good care of them. I’ll show you with my body, I’ll prove it with my heart. Finish what you need to do. Late, I’m going to thank you for giving me a beautiful son and raising him the way only you could have.”

  He kissed the skin behind her ear and she moaned. One hand slid over her breast with a small squeeze and continued down her torso. He could feel the moist heat of her body through her jeans.

  “I never showed you all the things I wanted to show you. We didn’t have enough time. I’m going to make the time now, Kenzie.” He cupped her mound and pressed against her folds. A soft hiss whispered through her slightly parted lips.

  “I want you to imagine what it will feel like when my cock is buried deep in your pussy again.” She jerked against him. “I can’t wait to feel you sucking me, holding me inside you, coating me with cream.”

  Kenzie’s body tightened, trembled, and she moaned softly, “Diesel…”

  He continued to stroke her, bringing her down gently. “Knowing you just came for me is pushing me beyond my endurance, Kenzie. I want to do nothing more than strip you naked, lay you on your bed, and lick away every drop.”

  One final caress, another squeeze of her breast on the way up her body, then he cupped her cheek to turn her face. Her eyes were glazed with passion. “There will be so much more of that later.” He kissed her until she was breathless. Then he stepped away and let her pull herself together.

  The sooner he made sure everyone was fed and settled, the sooner he could talk to MacKenzie and make love to her. He didn’t know how he’d stopped himself from coming while he touched her but gave himself a mental high-five.

  While the food cooked, MacKenzie cleaned the house, made a grocery list, straightened Dalton’s bedroom, and called her professor to say she wouldn’t be in class.

  She’d laid out clothes for Dalton and changed to a dark brown turtleneck with matching boots.

  Dalton refused to wear the shirt Kenzie picked out. “Daddy isn’t wit’ de Devils anymore, Mommy! He’s a Bruin now. Where’s my Badgers sweatshirt? I’ll wear dat.”

  MacKenzie had saturated his son’s life with everything about Diesel without expecting anything from him at all. Sure enough, looking in his drawers there were more Badgers and Devils gear than regular clothes. He found the well-worn sweatshirt and handed it to Dalton with a grin.

  An hour later, they buckled Dalton in his car seat climbed into his Navigator. Diesel told them, “We’re stopping at my place first, I need to shower and change.”

  He put on music, laughing as Thad and Dalton sang along to various songs in the backseat, complete with air guitar and some car dancing. He pulled Kenzie’s hand over to his side and tangled their fingers together.

  They drove through Boston and out the other side, heading into much less populated areas. He turned down the manicured lane and parked in front of the sprawling Colonial. He got out but no one else moved. He laughed at their stunned expressions.

  “It’s just a house, guys. Come on.”

  Inside, the three of them stood together. “Mommy, does Daddy have lots of people livin’ here?”

  “I have no idea, Dalton.” For several minutes, all of them were silent as they looked around the foyer.

  Then Thad shook his head. “I cannot believe you never asked for one cent. Holy shit, Kenzie, you worked like forty hours of overtime just to pay for Dalton’s hockey lessons.”

  She elbowed him in the ribs and Dalton told him he owed the jar money again. “I could care less about money. Working overtime to do things for Dalton never bothered me, you know that.” She ruffled her son’s shaggy head.

  “It bothers me, MacKenzie, more than you know…and you won’t have to do it anymore.”

  Diesel was coming down the stairs wearing jeans, boots, and a black sweater. Kenzie had to close her eyes for a moment because the sight of him made her lightheaded.

  He tilted his head to look at them, “Have you been standing in the foyer the whole time? Why didn’t you make yourself at home?”

  “Um…because this isn’t our house, Diesel,” Kenzie said it as if speaking to a slow child. “We don’t wander other people’s homes. Especially homes we’ve never been in before. It’s rude.”

  He stood so close that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. “This is your home, Kenzie. Yours and Dalton’s. Thad’s too if he wants. We’ll talk more about it later. You might as well wipe that stubborn look off your face because I plan to bully you until I get my way.”

  He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. “Quick tour, I’m starving.”

  “Me too, Daddy, my tummy is gonna eat my face.”

  “Okay then…tour later. We eat first.”

  With that, he scooped Dalton up and set him on one shoulder while he headed back out to the truck. Once Dalton was buckled in, Diesel caught Kenzie in a quick hug and kiss. As he lifted her to the seat, he set his forehead against hers.

  “You smell like vanilla and honey,” he whispered before stepping back, closing her door, and going around to his side.

  They ate dinner at a family-friendly steakhouse where he was asked for his autograph half a dozen times. Dalton’s eyes were wide as he realized his dad was known by lots of people.

  Afterward, he took them shopping at a local sports store and bought Dalton a bunch of Bruin clothing and room accessories. He picked out gifts for Kenzie and Thad despite their refusals.

  The number of people who approached him was mind-boggling. Far more people recognized him in an atmosphere where professional sport was the primary business. He apologized repeatedly for the interruptions and delays.

  They dropped Thad and Dalton off at the apartment. The little boy was already fast asleep and Diesel carried him up and tucked him in while Thad grabbed all the bags.

  MacKenzie stood at the door and watched Diesel change their son into pajamas and kiss him on the cheek, her heart in her throat. He circled her waist and pulled her to the front door. Thad told her not to worry and locked up behind them. She had a small overnight bag he carried for her.

  Diesel put her in the truck but didn’t move away. He ran his face from her neck to her breasts, over her stomach and into her lap where he laid his head. “Kenzie, I’m never going to make it back to my house. I want you so much.”

  He stroked his hand over the inside of her calves, knees, and thighs. She laid her hand on the back of his head, raked her fingers through his hair, and massaged his neck.

  Diesel growled. “Kenzie…I am not taking you in a fucking parking lot.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Diesel stood and adjusted his jeans before jogging around and getting in. For a long moment, he sat quietly, staring through the windshield.

  “The next time it’s just the two of us, I’m driving you in the Porsche.”

  His eyes were bright and hungry when he turned to look at her. “Then you’ll be close enough for me to play with while I drive.” She gasped and he smiled, putting the truck in gear and heading in the direction of his house.

  After a long silence, he asked hoarsely, “Are you still wet for me, Kenzie?”

  “Yes, Diesel.” She wondered if he could tell how unfamiliar she was with talking about sexual things so openly. She wasn’t ashamed of how she felt, just inexperienced.

  At a red light, he stared at her and ground out, “Lean your seat back.” His expression tightened when she did it without question. “Unfasten your jeans, Kenzie.”

  Uncertain, she hesitated. “Please…please, Kenzie.” Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper but eventually, she managed it. “Put your hand in your panties.”

  She swallowed hard and knew he could see her hand trembling as she laid it over her abdomen and slowly slid beneath the fabric of her panties. The light turned green and he drove forward. She could see the pulse pounding in the side of his neck.

  “Do you still have pretty little curls, baby?”

  “No, I wax since Dalton was born.”
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  “Your pussy is bare, Kenzie?” She nodded jerkily.

  They were stopping at another light and his eyes fixed on her. “Let me see.” She pulled her jeans and panties down far enough to show him. “I can’t wait to run my hands and mouth all over that silken skin. Tell me how wet you are, Kenzie.”

  She knew what he wanted. What surprised her was how much she was enjoying this side of the man she’d been in love with forever. True or not, he was making her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.

  She slid her hand further into her panties, and he watched the motion of her hand as she dipped a finger inside herself. Her voice was barely audible as she told him, “I’m really wet, Diesel.”

  His jaw was clenched hard as he drove through the intersection. “Will you play with yourself for me, Kenzie? Let me see how you please yourself.”

  She started to move, her middle finger dipping into her pussy with each stroke through her cleft, her thumb circling her clit. She was alternately pressing her thighs together and moving them apart, humping into her hand.

  “Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.”

  “I think about you every time, Diesel.” He groaned and sped up. “I remember how it felt when you had your mouth on me, how I felt when I came for the first time with you. The way you felt inside me when you started to move.”

  The only thing that existed was the memory. She forgot where she was and slipped her hand under her sweater to pinch her nipple through her bra. “I think about how your hand looked on your cock as you rolled on a condom. I think about you stroking yourself while I watch, having you come in my mouth. Diesel, I’m coming…”

  Kenzie’s hips rocked up from the seat and she watched Diesel press his hand over his cock. She knew it was to keep from joining her. She stroked herself through her climax and finally settled back to the seat. “I’ve missed you, Diesel.”

  “I’ve missed you, Kenzie.” He stopped at the last traffic light before the turn to his house and pulled her hand from inside her panties. He put her fingers to his lips and sucked her fluids from them. “Fuck…you taste good.”

  She put her clothes in place but didn’t fasten them as he turned onto his driveway and came to a screeching stop in front of the house.

  He was out of the car and opening her door in seconds. The moment he pulled her into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct.

  “I need you so bad…right now.” Despite his distraction, he managed to unlock the door. She was set on her feet just inside. “Clothes off, Kenzie, we’ll go slow next time.” A condom appeared in his hand and he stripped in record time.

  Diesel rolled the rubber on as he turned and held his arms open for her. Kenzie jumped up and wrapped her naked body around his. “Now, Diesel, right now. I’m ready…I need you. I want to see you come for me.”

  She rocked on him and he groaned low in his throat. He braced her back against the nearest wall, positioned himself at the entrance of her pussy, and thrust hard.

  “Jesus, you’re still so tight. So fucking tight.” He stroked back and forth until he was finally fully inside her, the head of his cock pressing against her womb. “I’m not going to last. You feel so good.”

  He held her ass as he stroked fast and hard inside her. Less than a dozen thrusts and she was coming, her nails digging into his shoulders.

  “Yes, Diesel, yes…I’m coming, come with me.”

  MacKenzie tightened her arms and felt her climaxing pussy milking his cock. Diesel fully lost control. He slammed into her and bellowed her name as she felt his come fill the condom.

  “So hard…coming so hard, Kenzie.” He continued to thrust until he was fully spent and his forehead collapsed on her shoulder.

  They were gasping for air and Kenzie could feel the blood pounding in her veins.

  When he could think again, Diesel started kissing her slowly, deeply, his tongue swiping into her mouth, licking her teeth, her tongue, going over the inside of her cheeks.

  He wanted to take her in, drink her down, make her part of his body.

  Her hands moved to his hair and fisted there, holding him to her. When he lifted his mouth from hers, her lips were red and swollen, her eyes glazed with need for him.

  She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

  Diesel gathered her to him and her arms went around his neck. She laid her head on his shoulder as he locked the front door, climbed the stairs to his bedroom, and laid her down on his huge bed.

  He was still inside her, not fully soft, and he held his weight on his forearms to look down at her.

  “MacKenzie, I’m sorry…about everything.” He lifted one hand to smooth her hair away from her face. “Every time after you felt less but I ignored it. I never dreamed…I didn’t know you wanted me, waited for me. I’m sorry.”

  “You had to live your life, Diesel. I knew that, I wanted that for you. You don’t owe me an apology.”

  He knew she meant every word but it wasn’t enough. “I need you with me, I need Dalton with me.” He kissed her slow and tender. “I don’t want to miss another day with our son. I don’t want to be alone. Don’t make me go back to being alone.”

  Her fingers touched his face. “Diesel, you don’t have to make room for me in your life to have access to your son. He’s already yours.”

  There was a small shake of his head. “When I found out you were this magical creature I’d somehow missed out on for so long, I wanted you more than I ever wanted anyone, Kenzie. Before or since. I know I was too selfish then. Too caught up in my own shit.”

  Diesel slid his arms under her back and held her tight. “I want you both, Kenzie. You’re the only woman I want.”

  “You’re still young, Diesel…”

  “I don’t care if it sounds crazy. For the first time in years, I feel settled, like I’m doing the exactly right thing. I don’t want to waste more time. I’ve wasted enough.”

  “Don’t rush into anything…”

  “No. Stop it. That’s the Rhodes mentality over-thinking things and not believing you’re good enough. The moment I saw you at the bar, it was like someone slapped me in the back of the head. Cleared the fog I’ve been living in. A spotlight lit up the one thing I’d been without and all the pieces fell together for me. I love you, MacKenzie.”

  She inhaled sharply and he watched her trying to understand that he loved her.

  “Do you know why I was in that bar, Kenzie?” She shook her head. “Your brother called Cristi and told her I’d moved to Boston. She called Damien and told him there was something I had to see at a bar in Cambridge. That I wouldn’t believe it unless I saw it.”

  Her eyes went wide. “Damien called me, said I had to go there, he had no idea why…that Cristi tended to be mysterious. I’d been through one interview after another following the press conference. I asked them if they knew the place and I spotted you the moment I walked in.”

  “I don’t know that we’ll fit in your life, Diesel. You’re so famous. Everyone wants a piece of you.”

  He put his finger over her lips. “I’ve been drifting since the day I left you. I poured everything into hockey because I didn’t go after you that night at the Triple Z. I’ve been thinking about you more and more over the last year.”

  “What?” Kenzie whispered.

  “No one knew where you’d gone, what you were doing. I couldn’t get that night out of my head. Couldn’t stop wanting you. You haunted me, MacKenzie. I’ve called other women by your name because they should have been you.”

  “I don’t know what to do. I don’t want us to be a burden.”

  “I love hockey, Kenzie but it’s just a game…just a job.” He hugged her tight. “You and Dalton will never be a burden…I need you both to be my life.” She had tears in her eyes.

  “Marry me, MacKenzie. Love me and let me love you. Be my wife. You want me to be happy but I can’t be happy without you. Marry me. Say yes, Kenzie. Say yes.”

 
“Yes.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Diesel held her so tight it was almost painful. “You won’t regret it. I will never give you a reason to regret it, Kenzie.” His cock was fully hard again inside her. “I want you pregnant again so I can watch you from day one, growing with our child.”

  He thrust forward, watching her eyes glaze. “I don’t want to use a condom, MacKenzie. You’re the only woman I’ve ever been with without a condom. I want to feel your pussy around me, skin to skin. Fully awake this time.” His smile was self-mocking.

  “I’d love a little girl, Diesel.”

  His laugh was followed by a gentle kiss. “I’ll do my best, but my mother had six boys. We may have to keep trying for a little girl.”

  “I’m very determined when I set my mind to something.”

  There was no way to stop his grin as he nodded. Pulling out, he stripped the condom away and picked her up. He carried her into the bathroom.

  “I want all the spermicide gone. I want you pregnant as soon as possible.” Turning on the water, he stepped into the huge stall, set her on her feet, and started soaping her body. “I want to see you round and glowing. To make love to you, knowing our future is growing inside you. I want to see Dalton’s face when we give him siblings.”

  She didn’t miss the plural. “Do you plan to give me lots of babies, Diesel?”

  “As many as you want, MacKenzie…we both come from big families and love children.” He kissed her and ran his hands over her slick skin.

  “You’re going to do exactly what you want. You can put everyone else’s happiness first all you like but your happiness is going to come first for me from now on.”

  “What would make me happy right now,” she murmured as she lowered to the tile floor in front of him and sat back on her heels, “is watching what you look like when you stroke yourself, Diesel. Then you can take me to bed and show me all the things we never had a chance to try.”