BLUE ICE (ICE SERIES)

by Carolina Soto

  ‘Dylan, Dylan, Dylan….Dylaaaaan!’

  It was the longest and the quickest moment of my life. As soon as I shouted his name and he licked some more, he kissed his way up, the same torturous way. When he came to my mouth he started undoing the knot in my hands and once they were free, they went directly to him, one hand on his head, one touching his amazing shoulders. He had those sexy shoulders with soft lines of muscles, I love touching that back. Then he went to the handkerchief and as soon as I opened my eyes and stared at him, he entered.

  He moved slowly, in, out, in, out, so slowly that my body was asking for more. He was kissing me just as slowly, my jaw, my neck, my ear.

  ‘Katherine.’

  I looked at him, he was saying my name but I wasn’t sure if he just wanted to say it or if he was looking for an answer.

  ‘I want you to call to me like that again.’

  Asshole? Jerk? Dumbass? Is he into dirty talk? He was so breathless that I almost came just from hearing him.

  ‘How?’

  He smirked and kissed me, biting my lower lip.

  ‘The special name you have for me.’

  Shit! I said it out loud! That hot jerk waited until I was helpless to bring that up, he always did that!

  I mumbled it, there was no way I was letting him know.

  ‘I didn’t listen.’

  He slowed ever further! He was torturing me again. Breathe princess, just say whatever he wants!

  ‘Blue Eyes.’

  With a smirk all over his face, he got faster, harder, rougher, just as I wanted it. And there we were again, stars, fireworks, hard breathing and a great explosion inside me. His explosion was my favorite thing, the best feeling ever.

  ‘I love how you taste.’ He bit my ear and slowed his pace.

  ‘I didn’t want you to’

  ‘Shut up! You are mine and I do whatever I want Katherine.’

  ‘Fuck you! I am not yours! You are always shutting me up!’

  ‘Maybe you are always talking!’

  He was still inside me and yet we were bitching at each other. He kissed me and stood up.

  ‘Why did you tie me?’ It was hot, but I had a suspicion this went further than just kinky foreplay.

  That intense blue gaze made my heart beat faster. ‘You need to learn how to lose control. You can give control to someone else and the world won’t stop Katherine. Your precious perfection can be achieved by someone else.’ He was right, I felt helpless, but it wasn’t bad at all. I trusted him and even when I was not about to give away my control, I could trust him with it for a while. He noticed the engines going in my head. ‘I need to feed you now doll. Don’t you dare put your clothes on.’

  As soon as he left the room I rearranged my underwear, I had always hated being naked. I thought about his warning, so I put on his shirt; he talked about my clothes, not his. I washed my hands and braided my hair. Yeah I liked the guy but there was no way I was eating with after-sex hands, that couldn’t be hygienic.

  Even when I didn’t want it to happen, it had been good, really good, like maybe if I weren’t a moron I would like it to happen again, kind of good. My door opened and there he was, perfect Blue Eyes with some pizza in his hands, Joe must had ordered it while we were… while we were occupied.

  ‘What did I say about clothes Katherine?’

  ‘You were talking about my clothes, not yours.’

  I curled up in bed, one leg up, one leg down and started eating my well deserved pepperoni pizza, my most favorite thing in the world. I was really distracted with its taste when he started again.

  ‘I just don’t get you.’ He seemed annoyed.

  ‘What?’

  ‘How is it that someone that looks like you is so insecure?’

  He must be kidding me!

  ‘This shit comes because I put on a shirt?’

  ‘Oh please, I have never seen you naked other than when we are fucking, you avoid my hands touching your waist because you think you are fat. That’s why you are so insecure when I carry you and you are the worst person taking compliments in the world. It just confuses me Katherine, why do you worry about those things?’

  No, we were not talking about my insecurities. I was fully aware of them, I didn’t need him to list them. ‘Dylan, I can take off the fucking shirt if that would shut your mouth.’

  ‘We are talking here, I am worried about those insecurities, there’s no point, they are completely irrational. Can’t you see?’

  ‘Nice way of stealing my appetite.’

  I stood up, threw my pizza back to the box and started walking, but as always that man was too fast for me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of my full length mirror. How could those hands be so gentle and so possessive from one second to the other?

  ‘Look at yourself.’

  ‘I know how I look, trust me.’ I shook my face and tried to yank him.

  ‘No you don’t, you are oblivious to how you look.’

  Those distracting hands went to my legs, to my hips and out of nowhere he was pulling his shirt over my head. This was stupid, I was being exposed to myself, I have seen myself a thousand times, everyday in fact. Suddenly I got distracted by his perfect, fit body in the mirror, those pectorals were perfect.

  ‘Eyes on the mirror Bianchi.’

  After a notorious pair of rolling eyes, I looked at his eyes in the mirror. Stupid, stupid, stupid, even when I knew the exercise was useless we were having a good time and fighting would only end up in an inundation of flowers in my office.

  His hand went to my legs, moving slowly and electrifying, as every time he touched me.

  ‘I love your legs, I would go crazy for these legs, I probably already have, those were my tomb.’

  Hands went up slowly, his mouth was so close to my ear that I would have heard anything just to keep his lips that close to me. His hand stopped at my crotch.

  ‘This, this is my favorite place on Earth…I could be here forever.’

  His hand moved slowly, in a delicate, soft way. He grabbed my ass hard, yeah, my nonexistent ass. He was whispering in that melting, perfect way.

  ‘My hands can stay here, they would be happy here, just here.’

  My hipbones were next.

  ‘Great, perfect bones, unbelievably visible, the perfect start for those legs.’

  My waist and my belly, for the first time in the travel I flinched, Blue Eyes noticed and distracted me with a soft ear kiss.

  ‘Don’t you dare move. I like this place, I like to touch those bony ribs, I like your navel, I like every inch of your waist.’

  Hands up to my breasts, as always he made a ceremony of this.

  ‘Do you know how perfect these are? I can’t believe how they fit my hand, how they look and how I want to touch them all the time.’

  One of his fingers traveled to my arm.

  ‘The feeling of these over my neck can stop the world.’

  My neck was next. His entire hand spread on it.

  ‘This is so good for kissing, it smells amazing, I can feel how your heart beats even from here. I love how my hand seems stronger when it is here.’

  He pulled my hair. Breathing on it.

  ‘This hair is simply perfect, soft, it makes it easier to pull it.’

  He was still pulling my hair while kissing my neck, slowly, this wasn’t going to end in a lesson. Yes, we were going to be fucking sooner than later. And my hair was the end of this speech so we were going to have a good time, again. But Mr. Bastard had other ideas, the hand on my neck directed my face to the mirror, my eyes stared at my reflection directly.

  ‘You are perfect, everything on you is perfect, but this, I love this face. I have had dreams about those lips every night since I met you. I want to kiss them every single moment of the day, I can get lost in those eyes, I need to see them, I need them on me. When I die the last thing I want to see is this face.’

  Whoa! Nice speech Blue Eyes! Bullshit but a perfect speech, he was making an ef
fort, unnecessary since I was already sleeping with him. But then he was a weird kind of a gentleman so I understood his need to make me feel good with myself since that would make our touchy relationship easier for him.

  I turned to see his face, he was hugging me, both arms around my hips.

  ‘If you could see yourself from my eyes, you would know…’

  This was too much, so I put my finger over his mouth, that would make him hush. He understood and started kissing me, but against my initial thoughts this was not a sex kiss, he was just sweetly kissing me. Caring, feeling, taking all the strength from my knees.

  ‘Now, you have to eat something, Ms. Bianchi.’

  What! This bastard turned me on without any intention of a follow up. I got back to my amazing now cold pizza. He entered my bathroom with his stuff and as soon as the shower started running his cell phone vibrated. Ten minutes later it was still ringing and what I saw on the screen didn’t help that horrible sound: Tamara.

  ‘Hey.’ Why was this woman calling him, at this ungodly hour on a weekend?

  ‘I want to talk to Dylan.’ She was furious to get a female voice instead of Dylan’s.

  ‘He’s unavailable Tamara, but what can I do for you?’

  ‘Who’s this?’

  ‘Who do you think?’ She knew, she was just playing games with my head.

  ‘Oh you, I thought he would be bored by now.’

  ‘I hope he does soon, I am more tired than ever. What do you want?’

  ‘Put him on the phone.’

  ‘He’s busy.’

  ‘Put him on the phone.’

  This gave me the nicest idea ever. Carefully I opened my bathroom door.

  ‘Are you joining me doll?’ The playful voice of that sexy man was so tempting.

  ‘Hahaha, you wish Berkeley. Can you take a call?’

  Of course I had put the phone on speaker mode.

  ‘Of course not, I am in the shower, so you better get in here.’

  ‘Tamara as I had told you, he can’t take your call. As soon as we leave the shower, he’ll call you back.’

  The bitch had the nerve to hang up the phone. No manners after all. I left the bathroom, sat in front of the TV and turned it on. After a while Blue Eyes came out just wearing his pajama’s bottoms hanging on those amazing hips.

  ‘So you weren’t joining me? Just teasing?’

  ‘No, in fact just having fun with Tamara. I hate that bitch.’

  He looked at me curiously. ‘You don’t know her and you don’t hate her.’

  ‘I do and probably she hates me now. Ooopsie!’

  After a punishing playful kiss, we spent the night watching TV and eating pizza until my eyelids won the battle and I fell asleep. At some point I felt Blue Eyes moving me, he was positioning me to make his embrace easier. This felt nice, it was the perfect way to finish our evening.

  Chapter 20

  The weirdest sensation ever woke me up, a kiss on my forehead and a hand caressing my face. You are still dreaming princess, chill out! Slowly I opened my eyes and there they were, two deep blue pools staring at me.

  ‘Coffee?’

  ‘Morning…’ He tried to kiss my mouth but even in my somnolent state I dodged his approach.

  ‘Mouth first.’ I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth religiously, it’s terribly awkward to wake up with a perfect male specimen while I was looking like a mess. ‘I don’t drink coffee.’

  ‘Ok, so what do you drink?’ He pushed himself up with his elbow over the pillow.

  ‘Tea.’

  ‘Ok, waffles?’

  ‘French toast?’ I was testing his culinary abilities, his waffles were already a passed test.

  ‘I’m on it.’

  I stretched my arms over my head and turned to see the little spots on his lower back. ‘What are you doing today?’

  ‘Vegetating in this bed with you.’

  He knew exactly what I wanted, not that it was difficult. ‘Sounds like the perfect plan.’

  ‘Why do you waste your weekends like this?’

  ‘I live my life working, at the office most of the time I don’t even remember if I have eaten. So on weekends I unplug my brain and vegetate.’ I smiled at him mischievously. ‘That and the fact that I don’t need to hunt one night stands in bars like you.’ Before he could reply I walked to my room.

  Where’s my phone, I need a picture of this! I needed it, some pictures were in my mind. Imagine that Greek god cooking. I swear that should be a Cosmopolitan’s “Boy of the Month” editorial. After staring for 15 minutes, I got distracted by the ringing of my phone. Thank God! You had started drooling babe!

  ‘Hey mommy!’

  ‘Hello princess.’ The sweet and cheerful voice of my mom had always amazed me.

  ‘What’s up? It’s early for your Sunday call.’

  ‘I know baby, I just wanted to talk to you.’

  ‘Is everything ok? Where’s daddy?’

  ‘He’s reading his newspaper, but I wanted to talk to you about something important.’

  ‘Ok…’

  After a dreadful silence she started.

  ‘Are you dating that guy from BKY Enterprises?’

  I spitted my tea all over the table, if Blue Eyes wasn’t paying attention, now I had his entire interest. I was going to talk to my mom about him, while he was listening. Kill me now!

  ‘No mom, the BKY guy is one of our San Antonio friends, do you remember?’

  That jerk started smirking, he was enjoying this way too much.

  ‘Yes, but are you dating him princess?’

  “No, mommy he doesn’t date”, was not going to be a good answer for my mom. ‘Of course not mommy, he’s my friend. He hates the word but that’s what we are. Where is this coming from?’

  ‘Your aunts called me, apparently you are in some blogs that say you are his new girlfriend.’

  Who knew my aunts would know what a blog was, my mom talking about them as if she knew was also cute. ‘And what do my aunts think?’

  ‘Jillian is thrilled, she says he’s the most eligible bachelor and Char thinks he’s using you, that you are some kind of diversion to a man that doesn’t take women seriously. Lena thinks you are old enough to decide.’

  ‘Oh God! So all of them have an opinion! Mommy, Dylan is a great guy, he’s my friend and I guess there would be some pics. People are interested in stupid things.’

  I was lying to my mom, I never lied to my parents, but what was I supposed to say? I am fucking Dylan? I have accepted being his booty call? Aunt Char is right, he’s not interested in real relationships? I had never introduced any man to my parents, basically because no one had come around, but there was no way I was going to mess my perfect record with this slut man.

  ‘Ok princess, just be careful and just between us girls, he looks like a really handsome man.’

  ‘Do you think so? Maybe he looks better in pictures than in person.’

  I smiled profusely to Dylan while I said that.

  ‘Oh princess you are impossible! Lower your standards or you’ll end alone!’

  Avoid that ball!

  ‘Everything else is ok?’

  ‘Yes baby, we have already bought everything for our trip.’

  ‘Great mommy. Tell daddy I love you both, I’ll call you tomorrow.’

  ‘I love you baby.’

  I hang up and noticed that jerk was staring at me with that funny look on his face.

  ‘I’ve told you we are not friends.’

  ‘I can’t tell my mom that I am fucking you in an unattached way, can I? Trust me, daddy is not violent, but I have a couple of uncles that justify the Italian pride.’ I started walking towards my room.

  ‘Where are you going?’

  ‘I want my iPad, I need to see the blogs that had entertained my aunts all day.’

  He set our dishes but I could feel his eyes on me every now and then. These blogs were different, the pictures were nice, from the Bethesda Fountain. I never no
ticed a photographer, but then these weren’t invasive images. The weirdest thing was the text, each of them referred to me as “Ms. Katherine Bianchi”, “The successful publicist”, “New York native, socialite Katherine Bianchi”. This was way too suspicious.

  ‘Enough of that shit, let’s vegetate.’ The asshole was distracting me but it was a nice distraction. I avoided him and passed directly to the bathroom to take a shower. In a weird nervous trance I locked the door, I was not ready for a shared shower. I came out with a pair of shorts, tiny, I can see your ass, kind of shorts. His jaw hit the floor, I just smiled at him and waited until he came from his own shower wearing some jeans and a black shirt.

  ‘Those legs will get me killed, you know?’

  ‘Stop it kinky old man.’

  ‘I am getting bored of watching TV.’

  ‘Shhh, she’s important for me, you can’t talk like that in front of her.’

  ‘I am going to ignore that you are talking about a TV. Just a little break ok?’

  I turned off my dear TV and turned to my dear Blue Eyes. ‘What do you want to do?’

  ‘Talk.’

  ‘About?’

  ‘You.’

  ‘Your investigators didn’t get it all, right?’ I would never let him forget that he had me investigated.

  ‘Forget about that already, Katherine.’

  I was just kidding, but he had indulged to my lazy TV absorbing, so now I was supposed to participate in this conversation. ‘Ok, what do you want to know?’

  ‘I want to know more about you, let’s do this, I’ll ask, you’ll answer, then you ask.’

  ‘Ok, I like that, shoot cowboy.’

  ‘Favorite song?’

  Shit, blushing!

  ‘The way you look tonight, Tony Bennett’s version.’

  He was smiling sweetly. ‘I’m becoming fond of that one too.’