Fire and Ice: Book One: Burned (The Fire and Ice Series 1) Page 12
Obviously feeling the same way I was, Jordan asked, "Hailey, is there something you want to tell me?" as she fiddled with her hands, looking down to them as she shook her head a fraction. "Then why is he here, Hailey?"
I chuckled before grilling her further, putting her on the spot. It seemed cruel to humiliate her, but I needed to hear her say the words. "Yeah, Hailey, why am I here?" She shrugged, her eyes never leaving the floor. The truth needed to come out. "What happened to us? To tonight?"
She flushed and her gaze sliced to Jordan as he hardened his stare on her, his jaw ticking with what I assumed was rage at the revelation. "Jordan, I can explain," she stammered.
Jordan held his hand up, halting her clarification, as he said in a harsh tone, "Doesn't matter." He shot his glare towards me, asking brusquely, "Do you even love her, Kellan?"
"Do you?" I quipped, instantly.
After staring me down for what seemed like minutes, he turned to Hailey and said, "You have my number." She looked at him confused as he continued, "When he's had his fill of you...and believe me, he will, you'll need a number to call. I suggest you lose his." With his final warning, he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door, clicking it quietly behind him.
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Hailey
I didn't expect to end up here again after the colossal go around that had ensued. I'm lying in Kellan's guest bedroom, once again trying to quiet my mind and quell the thoughts of the enormous weight piled on my shoulders right now. Sleep is eluding me. Tears sting the backs of my eyes as I think of the pain I've caused everyone around me, and yet my own is at the forefront of my own mind. Losing my mom has devastated me, and at the moment, the two men are secondary to my loss.
After explaining to Kellan what had happened last night, and the reasons behind my actions, I can't say he was thrilled, but he set aside his own feelings of betrayal to focus on me and my well being; a first for him, I'm sure.
He instructed me to pack a bag, as he thought it wise for me to stay elsewhere for a few days to clear my head. Arguably, I don't think that will be happening anytime soon, but I appreciated the sentiment all the same. He assured me he would help with the arrangements and let Jim know I wouldn't be able attend work for a few days.
He had my head spinning in more ways than one. Why was this man that I'd caused pain to, helping me to heal in a time of both of our needs? Since when did he care about anybody but himself? This beautiful man, of which I seemingly couldn't get enough of, had a stranglehold over me, the likes of which I couldn't break free from. His grasp on me was powerful and I didn't want him to let go, ever. Jordan had made it clear I could count on him. Don't ever be afraid to fall with me. But I'd already fallen for Kellan, and I wanted him to carry me to new heights. I needed to feel his heated skin against mine. I just needed to feel his warm embrace.
I threw the covers off of myself, and sat upright, making my way to the door and creaking it open, tiptoeing with trepid steps towards Kellan's bedroom. Not bothering to knock, I gently turned the doorknob, and let myself in, only to find his bed empty. His sheets were crumpled, and the room smelled of his tantalizing scent. Clean laundry and spicy body wash. His scent was uniquely Kellan, and all male.
I startled at the sound of his voice behind me. "You should be in bed," he said flatly in a quiet tone, his voice laced with concern.
"I...I couldn't sleep," I stammered, as I swung my eyes to meet his.
"So you thought you'd wake me up, too?" he smirked, leaning his body against the doorframe. His sweatpants hung from his perfect hips and he was shirtless, his torso on display for my every fantasy to run wild.
"I...uh, I just wanted some company." I went for a small smile, but now felt guilty for my actions.
Kellan took the opportunity to stalk towards me, stopping a fraction of an inch from me, and leaning his head down, he placed his face against mine, as his stubble rubbed against my cheek. His hot breath tickled my neck as he whispered into my ear, "Friends enjoy each others' company." He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him, his erection straining against my belly, as he palmed my breast, continuing, "Is that what we are? Pals enjoying each others' company, Hailey?" He leaned his face back away from mine and stared at me intently. I looked at him awestruck as he said, "Let's get you in the shower."
Chapter Twenty
Kellan
Every fucking time I'm near Hailey, it's as if the air in my lungs evaporates; the only thing I can breathe in is her luscious scent. She's lucky I had gotten out of bed before she found me. I know she's grieving, but a man can only take so much, and right now I need her desperately...more than even I can fathom.
I've never felt pain for another human, besides my own mother before. I can definitely relate to what Hailey's going through, and it's the only reason I've kept it in my pants...so far. But goddamn, I want to soothe her pain in the only way I know how. I want to make her forget for hours, make love to her until she's mindless to the world around us. I've never made love to a woman, and there's nothing I want do more right now. There are calls to be made, arrangements that need to be taken care of, and Hailey probably hasn't eaten since last night. But I don't care about any of that...I want her, need her so fucking badly. My resolve is fading.
I usher Hailey to the bathroom and turn on the shower, testing the warmth of the spray before I reach into the linen closet for a towel and washcloth. Setting them on the sink, I stare into the mirror as it begins to fog up with steam, and I grip the sides of the sink hard, letting my head fall in frustration. Suddenly, I feel Hailey's hand on my shoulder, and I slowly turn to face her, her eyes glossy and sympathetic. "I'm sorry," she chokes out. Sorry?
"Hailey, what the hell are you sorry for?" I question derisively.
Ashamedly, she looks to the ground, fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt, as she squeaks out, "Everything. This is all my fault. You, Jordan. You'll never be friends again. I ruined it all."
Jesus, she was blaming herself for a mess I'd created, and Jordan had inserted himself into. And her mother just died. Clearly she wasn't thinking straight. I tipped her chin, bringing her suffering gaze to meet mine. "Hailey, none of that is your doing. I make my own choices and Jordan made his."
"But if I'd never walked into Jim's..." she trailed off.
"If you'd never walked into Jim's, I'd have never found you," I said, my voice soft and sincere. A tear escaped down her cheek as I quickly caught it with my thumb, swiping it away from her cheek. I leaned down, ghosting my lips over hers delicately, savoring the soft feel of her against me before she parted them. Gently, I began to lick her bottom lip before inserting my tongue into her mouth as she parted her lips, giving me full access to her warm mouth as our tongues danced in lazy exploration of one another.
Finding the hem of her shirt, I began to pull at it, lifting it up above her arms, breaking our passionate kiss to remove it from her body, leaving her upper body naked for me take in all her glorious form. Her perfectly peaked nipples were begging for my mouth, and I reached for one of them, suckling at it gently, as she moaned in pleasure, I began to drag her panties off of her, leaving her naked before me.
This was wrong on so many levels, yet felt so right. She turned her head towards the shower, and then back to me, giving me a wry grin, as I knew what she was thinking; she wanted me to take her in the shower. I wasn't about to turn down an offer like that. I watched her intently as she stepped in with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Jesus, where was this coming from? A few minutes ago, she was asking for forgiveness, now she'd turned into a minx.
I quickly rid myself of my clothes, never taking my eyes off of Hailey's delectable body, the warm water cascading down her beautiful sultry figure. As I stepped inside, I slid my hands up her thighs, along her hips, waist and ribs, and cupped her heavy breasts, letting them settle into my palms as I toyed with her erect nipples while she moaned, tipping her head back into the water.
Closing the distance between us, I pressed my cock against
her stomach, rocking back and forth, needing the contact. Leaning down, I began to suck and nibble at her neck and jaw, working my way up towards her earlobe, as she turned her face to mine, taking my lips with her own, as I moaned into them. She tasted so goddamn sweet, every inch of her. My hands traveled of their own accord down her body, one to cup her ass, the other to palm her sweet wet core, parting her folds, and inserting a finger, eliciting a gasp from her which I quickly soothed away, covering her mouth once again with my own.
We swayed back and forth in a lazy rhythm, rocking against each other, grinding and panting, licking and caressing each other. Hailey's moans were becoming ragged and she threw her leg around my waist, rocking further into me. Jesus, she was so fucking hot and ready for me. I had to give her what she needed. I inserted another finger and coaxed her pussy gently and slowly as she writhed against my hand and tilted her hips to meet my solid cock. It's ultimately what she wanted, and what she would get. But I needed to give her a small dose first. I could feel her clenching and heating around me, her pussy slick with her glorious juices. On a final stroke, she let out a strangled moan, gripping my shoulders for dear life, and letting her head fall forward, her teeth biting into my skin as she tried to quell the sensational sounds of her desire.
Standing on shaky legs, I helped to steady her as she brought her eyes to mine, both of us breathing heavy, and as we looked at one another for a moment, we both smiled, a small chuckle escaping each of us. Us... I gently kissed her and brought her head to lay on my chest, pulling her into me, reveling in the feel of her body against mine. Mine... With her body pressed against me, she was my every want, my every desire, and my every need. Need...
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Hailey
This amazing man is holding me in his arms right now, and I don't deserve him. But I'm cherishing every second I'm getting with him, for I have no idea how long this will last. I truly am a glutton for punishment. I'm not sure the day would ever come when Kellan would call and I wouldn't come to him, no matter how many times he turned me away. Jordan is most likely right...Kellan will probably leave me by the wayside, but for now, I'm wrapped in a cocoon of his arms, and I don't ever want to break free from his hold. Then on a whim, I do...
Grabbing the body wash, I back away from Kellan as he looks at me perplexed. I give him a smirk, and say, "Turn around, I'll wash your back." He cocks a brow, and then slowly complies, while peeking at me over his shoulder. I continue to glance at him every few moments as I keep lathering soap over his skin.
"I think I'm clean now," he sasses.
Giggling, I say, "Half clean...turn around." He shoots me the skunk eye and slumps his shoulders as he turns to face me. Obviously he has other things on his mind. Too bad, so do I.
I start to lather the soap around his chest, trailing my hands down from his shoulders, over his pecs and the tantalizing v of his taut stomach muscles. His cock is rock hard, and I intend to remedy that situation. He's looking at me unnerved, and I give him a polite smile before returning to my task.
I suddenly drop to my knees and his look is that of fear mixed with haunting lust, as I peer up at him with my own salacious gaze, a hint of a wicked smile gracing my lips before I lick them. Kellan's eyes widen and his cock twitches, as if signaling he's beckoning me to take him into my mouth. I reach up to grasp his steely rod, stroking the tip, which is seeping with his pre cum. He takes in a sharp breath, arches his body, and braces his hands against the tile shower wall behind me. He's looming over me, his head has fallen in between his shoulders, and he's watching me intently with heated desire.
"Fuck, Hailey, that feels amazing," he manages to get out on a strangled moan. I wasn't about to let him get off that easy. I needed to taste him, his essence. I wanted every part of Kellan Haines inside of me.
I dipped my head to tentatively give the velvety head a languorous lick of my tongue, as Kellan moaned in pleasure before I took his length half way into my mouth, coating it with my saliva as I licked and sucked at it slowly, gently. Kellan's breathing had kicked up immensely, and he was having a hard time standing still, but I had no intentions of relenting, as I took his hard length as far as I could into the back of my throat, bobbing my head back and forth along his hardened shaft, as I cupped his balls, massaging them gently.
Kellan began to pump himself into my mouth in rhythm with my movements as he panted, both of us finding our sweet groove, as he whispered, barely audible, "Jesus, fuck, Hailey...you feel so good, don't stop, baby."
I remembered my own plea from the night we'd made love a few weeks back, and echoed his same sentiment. "You couldn't pay me to," I replied. I quickly took his cock back into my mouth, sucking and licking furiously, as he watched me, both of us staring at one another as if connected by a kinetic strand.
His body suddenly tensed, as he growled out, "Hailey, I'm gonna come." I moaned against his cock and his release was immediate, spurting his warm seed into the back of my throat as I took every single drop, milking him with my hands as he cried out my name saying, "Hailey, oh fuck yes, baby! Oh, God, Hailey, yes. That's it baby."
As his orgasm subsided, I pulled away from him, swallowing his semen and licking my lips as I peered up at him. He looked down at me lovingly, reached for me, and helped me stand up, pulling me into him as he planted a fervent kiss on my mouth. The water was beginning to turn tepid, and as we broke from each other's mouths, Kellan turned to me, giving me a lingering gaze, before saying, "Hailey...I love..." He paused and a pained expression overcame his features. My heart stopped. Was this it? Was he finally going to declare his love for me?
Chapter Twenty-One
Kellan
"Hailey...I love..." Jesus, I can't force myself to say it. I've never said those three small words and they scare the living fuck out of me. She's rejected me before, and I'm so goddamn scared of it happening again that I can't allow myself to break down and lower my defenses to admit my true feelings for her. Do I love her? Goddamn right I do. Can I tell her? The thought of not being able to tears me up inside...she deserves to know. But I'm a selfish prick. "...I love being inside you so fucking much, baby," I recover.
Christ, that was a close one. Her eyes immediately show her disheartened pain. I've let her down once again. She nods tentatively and tips a sad, small smile. I've most likely crushed her dreams. I need to take this feeling away from her. "Come on, Princess. Let's get you dried off," I say. I grab the towel from the sink and begin to dry her soaked hair and body, not bothering to towel myself off. When she's dried off, I scoop her into my arms and begin to carry her into my bedroom as she lays her head against my chest. She needs rest. Once she's slept, I'll make her a proper meal. In the meantime, I can begin making calls for her.
I toe the bedroom door open and make my way towards the bed, gently laying her on the soft mattress. As I try to pull away, she grabs me into her, bringing my lips to hers, and I can't help but to comply by opening my own, delving my tongue deep into her mouth, exploring every delicious inch of her sweet mouth as she angles her head to allow me further access. The kiss is urgent, deep and hungry.
We are both on fire with wanton need for each other, my cock instantly hard for her. I begin a fervent exploration of her creamy skin, my hands seemingly roaming her body of their own accord. My hand slips between her soft thighs, finding her soaked lips as I part them, sliding my coated fingers along her pussy lips and clit as she writhes against them. More. She wants more. And I am happy to oblige, dipping two fingers into her, pumping hard as I watch myself intently before diving into her with my tongue. As I lick and suck at her creamy juices, she moans in pleasure, bucking into my face, as I lift her ass, bringing her pussy that much closer to my mouth...I can't get close enough, deep enough. She explodes in glorious fashion all over my tongue and she tastes incredible. Fuck this is hot...the hottest moment of my life, no holds barred, amazing sex. No, fuck that...I just made love to her sweet pussy with my mouth. I'll never have sex with Hailey Dawson again.
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Hailey
My phone chirps beside me and I am awakened from my slumbering sleep. I reach for it in my groggy state, picking it up and reading the text from Georgia.
Georgia: I'm coming to get you!
What? What is she talking about? Where is this coming from? She doesn't even know I'm at Kellan's house.
I am suddenly aware that I am in the guest bedroom, in my t-shirt and panties, the pillow underneath of me stained with last night's mascara. I check the time on my phone. Eleven thirty a.m. I realize my beautiful night of lovemaking with Kellan was all a fantastic dream, now only to become a memory that will have to last me a lifetime, as I pray the sweet remains never fade in time.
Though I know it's all in my mind, I can still feel his delicious touch between my thighs, and smell him all over me, as if he left his imprint on my soul just moments ago.
I throw my head back onto the pillow and huff out a huge sigh as a lump forms in my throat, tears beginning to gather in my eyes. If I don't text Georgia back, she'll be on a rampage, showing up at my door, no doubt beating it in if I don't answer.