Fire and Ice: Book One: Burned (The Fire and Ice Series 1) Page 4
Once she'd freed me, I ripped her skimpy g-string from her bare shaven pussy, and didn't bother dipping my fingers; her panties were soaked...she was ready, and I was willing. The clock was ticking. I thrust my solid dick inside her wet warmth, as she let out a loud gasp, not bothering to hide her heightened pleasure. Slamming into her with a ravenous pace, the walls echoed my voracious assault on her. And she loved every second of it, if her moans and squeals were any indications. "Fuck, I'm gonna come, baby," she declared, which only made my cock harden to steel and twitch inside of her tight, clenching channel. I hope to Christ this bitch is on the pill because I'm about to shoot a massive load inside her tight little pussy right...
"Ahh...yeah, fuck, honey! Don't stop. Milk me. Yeah, baby," I wailed in a strangled, throaty moan, as my climax slowly descended, sweat gathering on my forehead. I leaned my head against the wall and pulled out of her as she untangled herself from me, both of us panting like wild cheetahs. "Jesus, fuck, honey," I said, trying to calm my breathing, as she giggled, no doubt proud of her accomplishment in her afterglow.
I finally leaned up, quickly buttoned my jeans, and unlocked the door, ushering her out, as she pulled her dress down. She looked at me and smiled, holding her hand out for me to take, saying, "I'm Leila by the way."
I handed her her ripped panties, as opposed to shaking her hand, and said, "I gotta get back to work, Leila," blandly. She gave me a wounded expression, and walked out the door, as I hung back, waiting for her to gather her things and leave the bar.
******
Kellan
"Jordan, I need you to do me a favor," I barked out, rather than pled. "I need you in here early today, man. And by early, I mean now."
"I'm kinda in the middle of something, man," he brushed me off.
I was becoming impatient. I didn't give a good goddamn fuck what he was in the middle of...short of an appendectomy, his ass was coming in. "What's so fucking important in your life, Jordan, that you can't come in a few hours early to help me out, huh?" I pinned him down, continuing my rant, "You know, Jim's out sick, I'm fucking here on two hours of sleep...but guess what? I'm fucking here! By myself! Who else can I call? Oh let me think. Why don't I give Piss Pants a call? I'm sure she'd be a big help in the kitchen. I could show her where to plug in the frying pan. Fuck all, Jordan!"
There was a long pause before he said, "No I don't think you should call Hailey."
"No shit, Sherlock, its called sarcasm. Ever heard of it? What's your deal with her anyway? She's a twit. Get over it, man. I give it a week, tops. I'm surprised she counted out her till correctly last night."
He sighed, before saying, "Can you please not..." then lowering his voice, and talking in a muffled tone, barely audible, he said, "Shh, it's Kellan...just, wait...I'll tell you in minute. No...I didn't tell him." Was he talking to somebody else? About me?
Now I was pissed! Jordan was obviously hiding something from me, and that was the shit that sent me off my fucking rocker, and he knew it. "What the fuck is going on, Jordan? And I swear to Christ, if you don't fucking come clean right now, I'll beat your brains in with a baseball bat." Silence. Ok, that was probably a bit overboard; but I was losing my shit over my supposed best friend...my only friend keeping secrets from me, and talking about me behind my back. That shit didn't fly with me. There were only three people I trusted in this world; me, myself, and I. And this is exactly why.
Jordan sighed, and finally broke the silence, saying, "Alright, man, Jesus, hang on...let me go outside. People are staring at me."
"Where are you? Church? The movies? What in the actual fuck is your problem? I'm coming...wherever you are. Where are you?"
"Kellan," he said, breathing as if he'd taken a short jaunt, "will you knock it off, psycho? I'm on a date. And I'm not just gonna stand her up to come in and relieve you. My shift starts at three. I'll be there at three." The phone went dead, and I looked at it incredulously. Did he just actually hang up on me? Defy me? I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna LITERALLY KILL HIM!! After he helps me get caught up with this clusterfuck, that is. Then I'm definitely gonna kill him!
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Hailey
I sat in the restaurant, dreading Jordan's account of his conversation with Kellan. By the sound coming through the other end of Jordan's phone...what little I could make out of it, anyway, Kellan sounded pissed. Then again, Kellan seemed like he was always pissed about one thing or another. I wondered if he had any other mood. The only other thing I'd seen behind his magnetic eyes was desire; a desire I couldn't help but be drawn into, nor shake. What are you doing thinking about the tornado that could easily blow through your life, when you've got the most kind and caring man wanting to please you, with no hidden agenda? Get your head out of your ass and your mind out of the gutter!
As I talked myself out of my lust driven stupor, Jordan re entered the restaurant, looking sexy as hell in his loose fitting jeans, tight t-shirt that showed off his taught muscles in all the right places, and his hat turned with the bill to the back, a bit of sweat gathering on the feathery locks of his forehead, no doubt from standing in the muggy sun driven day, getting his ass chewed out by Kellan, I can only assume. For what, I have no idea. Jordan probably left a light on last night. I inwardly rolled my eyes, and let out a sigh as Jordan sat back down to join me.
"Sorry," he said, sheepishly, looking up at me from under his lashes.
I sipped at my frothy milkshake that I'd ordered in his absence, removing my lips from the straw to peer up at him as he took his seat across from me at the booth we'd chosen. Before I could wave off his apology, his gaze shot straight to my lips, still wet from my milkshake, and I consciously licked the moisture from them as he watched with rapt attention, his eyes never wavering. The desire filled longing in his eyes was shooting straight to my core, but my mind was transfixed on Kellan, wishing he were staring at me in this way, right here, right now. What the hell was I thinking?
My mind had become a jumbled mess. I had a gorgeous man sitting across from me, who obviously wanted more from me than a one-night stand, if my radar was correct; and I was betting it was. Jordan just seemed like too much of a good guy to hit it and quit it. And then there was Kellan, invading my mind like a serpent. I couldn't break free from the hold he had over me. He was electric, and I felt a charge every time he entered the room; even the thought of him set my body on fire. I knew if I let myself become Kellan's prey, I'd only end up hurt in the end. It would be quick, and unfortunately, not painless. If he had any emotions, he sure as hell didn't have an 'on' switch, unless you count being a heartless bastard as an emotion.
Chapter Six
Kellan
Thank fuck we were slow today. It's 2:47 and I'm on pins and needles waiting for fuck face to show up so I can chew his boney ass out for hanging up on me earlier. Fucking prick! He's gonna feel my wrath and if it means our friendship is affected, then so be it.
Despite the fact that I'm running on fumes, I feel the adrenaline rush coming on and crack my neck from side to side. I head over to the jukebox and decide to queue up a song that fits my mood; "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead" by Set It Off. The playful beginning of the song fuels my madness, as I feel a fresh wave of deviousness setting in. My mind immediately races back to the phone call I'd had earlier with Jordan. Who was he talking to on the other end? He said he was on a date. He hadn't mentioned a new toy in his life. Then again, Jordan doesn't toy with women. If he only knew how easy they were to play with, he'd be getting laid left and right.
But why the secrecy? I was working myself up into a maddening panic just thinking of his deception. I fucking hate liars. I'm no choir boy, and yeah, I've used a line or two to pick up chicks, but I don't have to lie to get in their pants. I make no promises, and though they might expect more up front, I tell them how it is as soon as the deed is done...I don't fucking string them along. The last thing I need is a clinger.
As I busied myself behind the bar, lost in my thoughts, I suddenly heard the bac
k door wrench open, and then slam shut. It was about fucking time he showed up. A few moments later when Jordan walked around the corner, tying his apron, I stood stoically staring at him, one hand placed on the bar, the other on my hip, ready to rip him a new asshole, even though he hadn't made eye contact with me yet. The seconds ticked by in silence as I waited for him to look at me. He finished tying his apron, gave me a quick glance and a wide smile, and brushed past me, setting to his tasks. Really? He's just gonna blow me off...and with a big goofy grin plastered on his motherfucking face? Oh HELL NO!
My blood was boiling as I slowly turned and stared at him in disbelief for a long moment while he continued to cut lemons and prepare garnishes for drinks. Feeling my stare, I'm sure, he finally looked over to me, innocently, doing a double take before realizing not all was well. "Hey, man, you ok?" he asked with concern.
I chuckled obnoxiously, lowering my head and running my hand through my already mussed hair before bringing my stinging gaze back to his confused one. "Am I ok?" I gritted out through clenched teeth. "Listen here, you little punk," I bit out as I stalked towards him while he turned to face me, confusion marring his face. "You've got some fucking nerve hanging up on me, Jordan. You think I'm your bitch?" I asked as I got within an inch of his face. I could see he was getting angry...good. I was in the mood for a fight. "That's it, huh? You think I'm your bitch, huh, Jord. You got somethin' to say? 'Cause I'm nobody's goddamn bitch, motherfucker! You wanna go now?" Jordan looked at me like I had hit him with a two by four. I was glad...now he would know what I felt like earlier today when he had lied to me. He lowered his head, shook it back and forth, threw his rag on the counter and took a step back from me. "That's what I thought," I ground out. Continuing, I spewed, "Now who's the bitch?" and spit at his feet.
"You know what, Kellan," he retorted, "you're fucked in the head." I laughed maniacally. He shook his head before going on. "All you care about is yourself, you selfish prick!"
"What did you just call me?" Now he had done it. Nobody, and I mean nobody gets away with talking down to me. I got enough of it when I lived where the sad, sorry excuse for a sperm donor caged me in for fifteen years before I stood up for myself and knocked his goddamn teeth down his throat and then packed my shit and left for good. I've been on my own ever since, and I've never taken anyone's shit since then; I'm not about to start now. If Jordan wanted a piece of me, he was gonna get the beat down of his life.
He postured and made towards me as he said, "You heard me, Kellan. It's time somebody has the nerve to..."
I cocked my fist and hit him square in the jaw, knocking him a good three feet backwards as he stumbled, trying to regain his balance, shaking his head back and forth from the impact. My knuckles hurt like a bitch, but I was ready to do even more damage if need be. "You want some more? Come at me bro!" I yelled.
He furrowed his brow, rubbing his chin as I stood in my stance ready to do battle, my fists tight and hard, matching my expression. Just then, the solid, wooden front door opened, but neither of us looked away from each other. I lowered my arms but kept my fists at my sides, my face never changing. He threw the damp cloth at my chest as I let it fall to the ground before he said, "You're an asshole, you know that, Kellan," and walked off into the back, leaving me to deal with the ordeal on my own. This wasn't exactly how I'd foreseen things going between us. In fact I didn't plan for this at all. I guess I don't plan much of anything in my life. I live one day at a time, always on the razor's edge.
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Hailey
I wanted to arrive at work with plenty of time to set up, so I decided to try and get to work around 7:00, even though my shift didn't start until 8:00. I didn't quite have this whole thing down to a science, yet, so better safe than sorry as far as I was concerned. I wanted to make sure I had everything in place, especially since there was going to be a band tonight, and I was told the place could get pretty rowdy. I was sweating it, but excited at the same time to make some good money.
That was until my car ran out of gas over two miles from the gas station, and a heck of a lot further from my house. I'd left my purse behind...well because I didn't trust anyone not to sneak into the back and steal it. Now I'm realizing if I call the police for help, I don't even have ID on me. How stupid. I could have just stored my purse in the trunk. The only other person I could think of to help me was Jordan. I sure as hell wasn't calling the bar and asking Kellan for help. I knew it was a long shot, as Kellan probably wouldn't let Jordan leave, but right now, it was my only option.
I sent out a text to him:
Me: Jordan...I NEED YOUR HELP!! RAN OUT OF GAS!! GONNA BE LATE!!
I waited for what seemed like forever to get a response, but in all actuality was only two minutes.
Jordan: I'm on thin ice with you know who, as it is. Can you call your insurance company, or get a tow? I'll pay for it. :)
Me: You think YOU'RE on thin ice? He'll have my head!
Jordan: Its not even 7:00...you don't start until 8:00. I'll get your shots ready.
Me: Jordan...I have NO ONE ELSE to call!!
Jordan: I'll try...that's all I can do. I can't promise anything.
Me: Ok...thx...text me back. :)...but HURRY!
I sat there and waited for Jordan to text me back confirming he was on his way. And waited, and waited, and waited some more. Ten minutes went by and nothing. Had Kellan put him in 'time out' for just the mention of it? Holy balls, I was going to get fired on my second night. What the shit was I gonna do now? Not to mention I was gonna have to hike it back to the house to get my purse and call for a tow. What a night this was turning out to be.
Just as I was pondering my awful situation, and how I was going to manage to get out of it, a sleek black car approached, pulled off to the side of the road, and stopped directly behind me; it's lights blinding into my rearview mirror. I couldn't make out the driver, but it looked like a man, as he stepped from his car. Please be a Good Samaritan and not an axe murderer. As the man came up beside my window, wearing a long sleeved black shirt and black jeans, I was feeling more and more like he wasn't the Good Samaritan type. He tapped at my window, startling me, even though I knew he was near my car. He remained standing, and I couldn't see his face. I locked my doors, second-guessing whether or not I should roll down the window. I decided a crack might not hurt.
After opening the window just a hint, the man leaned down, and I nearly had a coronary when I came face to face with Kellan. His expression was one of annoyance, and mine of shock. I was speechless, and he finally broke the silence, saying, "You're a pain in the ass, you know that." I didn't think I could be more stunned, but yep...he knew how to draw a crowd. "And," he continued, "You owe me twenty bucks. You can pay me back out of your tips tonight." Dick! Agghh! Why does he have to be so miserable?
I grabbed the handle of my door, now thoroughly pissed, and pushed it open, purposely shoving him aside with it as he backed up, giving me a harsh stare. He fished his cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one, taking a long slow drag before exhaling the smoke directly at me as I swatted it away. He smirked at me, and then turned his head nonchalantly. Damn he looked sexy as sin when he hit that cigarette, but he was goading me, and he knew it was affecting me. He was pissing me off, and making me wet all at the same time, which was pissing me off more! Get ahold of yourself! He's a jerk. You're asking for trouble. "Well?" I fished.
"Well, what?" he asked in confusion.
"Aren't you gonna fill my tank for me?"
He strutted towards me, flicked his cigarette onto the road, and backed me against my car. He grabbed my face with both of his hands, bringing his lips to within a fraction of an inch from my ear, as he whispered, "You want me to fill you, Hailey?" before taking my earlobe into his hot, wet mouth. I began to tremble all over and stood immobile, speechless, wanting him to take me and drink me in, as my breathing came in short pants.
His hot breath against my neck had me wanting him to fill me until I couldn't take a
nother inch of him. I could feel his erection straining against his jeans and I instinctively reached for the hem of his shirt. Before I could touch his skin, he broke contact, shoved off of my car and away from me, saying, "Gas can's in my trunk. I'll be back in a sec." Once again he'd managed to leave me in a dazed, mortified, and confused state. Was he feeling the same way, or just getting off on making me feel ashamed? I had to put an end to this madness. Kellan's advances were like a drug...powerful and addictive. But Jordan was the real deal...or probably could be, if I'd keep myself away from Kellan. Easier said than done.
Chapter Seven
Kellan
Jesus Christ! Talk about damsel in distress. There was no fucking way I was letting Jord go off gallivanting and joyriding when he missed half the day as it was. Screw that...he could deal with handling the customers on his own, just like I had to when he blew me off this afternoon. At any rate, I guess Piss Pants took my advice and went shopping for a new wardrobe. Fuck me! When she crawled out of her car and I caught a peek of her lacy white panties from her extremely short jeans skirt, I swear, I almost came in my pants right then. Thank fuck I had my smokes on me. I needed one after seeing that crotch shot.