A Summer With Snow (Frosted Seasons #1) (14 page)

“What time did you say Snow was meeting us?” Rayne asks, taking my shoulder and slowing my steps.

I click my tongue on the roof of my mouth.

“I’ve already told you, the suit he wanted to wear tonight had lipstick on the collar.” I smile to myself, remembering how it got there. “It was collected from our room, so he’s just waiting for it to come back and he’ll be with us.”

“Wait here,” Chase announces.

“Bloody hell, you’ve actually got a voice,” I jibe, and he gives me a friendly punch on the top of my arm.

As he requested, we huddle together and wait. I look from Rayne to Chase. I can’t fault Rayne for his dress sense, he looks impeccable: smart-casual, he wears a black open-neck shirt, jeans and black loafers. I hate his attitude and even more his rudeness towards Snow, but that can’t hide his sexiness. I don’t want him to see me looking at him, so I look at Chase instead. If anyone could get it wrong, he manages every time: he is wearing white shorts and a white T-shirt,
clubbing
! He looks like he’s about to play a tennis match.

As we wait under a street light I can’t miss the shine on Chase’s T-shirt; hadn’t anyone taught him that when you iron certain fabrics you need to turn the clothing inside out? I giggle to myself and he passes me a knowing smile; he must know from the way I’m grinning at him that I’m secretly taking the piss.

I look down at myself and the long black dress Snow had delivered to our suite; he said he wanted something that would fit nicely in all the right places, and following its straight line down to the floor I can see that it does just that, for with every movement I make, it moves with me, emphasising my curves; being a size twelve, it has plenty of curves to hang onto.

My teeth play with my bottom lip as my thoughts take me back to the hotel an hour earlier; my body still tingles from the sex we had. He had bent me over the bed and ripped off my undies, referring to it as fucking me from behind. We finished off breathless, lying together on the covers, his penis moving slowly inside me. For the first time he left the lights on, and afterwards he held me in his arms as we looked out at London by night. I didn’t lie when I said his suit had gone in for dry cleaning, but that wasn’t the reason he stalled tonight; he was shattered after our three-hour sex session. I laugh aloud as I think how much more stamina I have these days.

“Look…” Chase laughs, holding out his hands. “I packed casual, not for nights out on the town.”

“Oh shut up, Chase, you ginger prick.” My response is so quick I didn’t have time to think about what I was saying.

I look at his face, but it gives nothing away;
God, I hope I haven’t offended him.

“Whoa, Darc, think you’ve been spending far too much time with Snow.”

His humour eases my mind and I throw my arms around his neck; it’s like throwing my arms around a cuddly teddy bear. His laughter is infectious, and we’re soon giggling together like kids.

A siren blares and we jump apart as a cop car screeches to a halt. Half on the pavement half on the road, two doors shoot open and two cops jump out. The shorter of the two bounds towards me, grabbing my wrists. Passers-by are staring, huddled together like spectators. My blood runs cold. They must have the wrong person, I’ve done nothing wrong.

“We’re arresting you,” the police officer announces, “on suspicion of theft and being in possession of stolen goods. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. You can give a statement down at the station.”

I can hear loud talking around me as the crowd grows. Lights flash from camera phones, and I bow my head so they can’t catch my face.

Rayne steps in.

“Stolen goods? She hasn’t stolen anything!” he says, grabbing my arm and trying to pull me from the officer.

“What about that chunky diamond necklace?” Chase says, pointing at my neck.

I grimace; if I could reach him I would hit him.

“It was a present,” I insist as a hand rests on my head, moving me along the pavement and pushing me down into the police car.

I can’t miss the look of shock on Rayne’s face as I peer out through the window, whilst Chase waves his hand and winks at me.

I bang on the front seat with the heel of my hand.

“Let me out, you’ve made a mistake!”

“Do that again and you’ll be had for assault,” the driver shouts back.

I can feel my legs, my hands, every inch of my body shaking.

“I want Snow!” I shout.

“No, love, it’s a lawyer you want, and a bloody good one at that.”

I feel like a damsel in distress. I throw my hand over my brow and collapse down onto the back seat, sobbing.

Finally managing to compose myself, I sit up and open my eyes, blinking hard. Car headlights are now sporadic, almost non-existent. We’re driving out of the city.
Surely this can’t be right?
Then I think of Snow, his past, the drugs and the life he’s led.
Are they bent cops trying to get one over on him? Am I their hostage?
I wonder as I think of the millions he has stashed away in overseas accounts.

After what seems like a lifetime, we pull up in the back of beyond.
God, where the hell are we?
I hear their deep voices as they chat between themselves and can’t help wondering if they’re going to kill me or tie me up and lock me in the boot. A line of garages sits in a desolate expanse of land, which is fenced off. I catch sight of another cop car pulling up in front of one of the garage’s up-and-over metal door. Our car creeps along slowly to join it; we draw up at its side, and the engine is switched off. The back doors are thrown open, but the men don’t speak to me. Hands reach in, pawing at my arms, and I’m pulled out and dropped onto the hard tarmac. I wriggle around, trying to escape, but they close in, the tips of their shoes pressed into my sides. Still struggling, I peer up; there’s only one man in the other cop car. He gets out, walks round the bonnet and stands over me, looking down. It’s dark, so I’m unable to see him, but I can just make out a police uniform, a hat on his head and a pair of dark glasses covering his eyes.

“Let me go!” I holler. “What the hell’s going on? What right have you to arrest me?”

“I’ve every right,” he mutters quietly under his breath.

I squint up into the cop’s face. His mouth twists into a half smile.

“You’ve been arrested…” There’s a pause, like he’s thinking what to say. “You’ve been arrested … for being too fucking sexy.”

He lowers his glasses, resting them on the bridge of his nose, and then with his other hand he lifts off his hat.

“Snow, you bastard!” I hiss, kicking my heels at his ankles.

He crouches down, leaning his head in my face. I can smell a strong minty essence on his breath.

“I don’t do boring, Darc, you should know that,” he says.

Reaching into his pocket, he turns and tosses an envelope towards the other two men.

“This will more than cover the car and your time for tonight … oh, and any stains I may leave.”

They step forwards, lean down and shake his hand.

“Job’s a good’n,” they chunter. “Sorry, love,” they call down at me.

But I don’t answer; I’m far too pissed off.

Snow gets to his feet, but doesn’t offer me his hand; he just stands there staring down at me. I hear the engine start, see headlights and watch the other cops drive away. Snow walks towards the car and opens the back door.

“Get in,” he tells me.

“You’ve got to be joking,” I snap, getting to my knees. “After the stunt you’ve just pulled? You should have seen the crowd gawping at me; you’ve made me a laughing stock. It’s not just that you scared me shitless, I had all sort of crap going round in my head.”

Even now my heart is racing, and I just want to go home.

“I’m not asking you,” he said in a stern voice.

“You what?” I spit out as I get to my feet.

“I’m telling you; now do as you’re told and get in the fucking car.”

He takes a couple of steps towards me. I open my mouth to reply, but my words are lost as he grabs me by the shoulders, spins me round at speed and slams me over the bonnet. I feel his rough fingers drag themselves down to my wrists, which he holds firm, forcing them behind my back. Then he leans over me, crushing me with the firmness of his body and sandwiching me between him and the cold metal. I flinch as his stubble cuts into my cheek.

He manoeuvres my hand in such a way that he is able to ply open my fingers, and proceeds to place it on something hard and long.

“I was about to put my truncheon in your hand, but thought you’d prefer my cock.”

My instinct tells me that at the first chance I get I should turn round and punch him in the face, yet having him so God damn near I’m feeling myself starting to relax; he’s starting to turn me on.

“We’ve made love…” He nibbles my neck. “We’ve fucked, but it gets much more exciting from here on, so now for the role play.”

“Snow…”

I try to butt in, but I gasp back my words as he slips my hand down the front of his trousers. I can feel his every inch and can feel how much he wants me.

“Look, Darc, if you’re not into this kind of thing, we can always drive back to the hotel, or meet up with Chase and Rayne.”

I attempt to shake my head against the cold metal bonnet. I feel his lips move my hair from my face as he whispers into my ear.

“I thought if I spiced things up a bit, this relationship could go all the way. I don’t want you looking elsewhere now, do I?” he says, grazing my lobe with his teeth.

His hand prises its way between my thighs and the bonnet, and he ruches up my long black dress until it’s level with my undies. He slips his fingers inside my lace panties and I open up slightly more as he feels his way between my folds. His fingers hover, then massage my sex. Pleasurable groans slip from between my lips as he circles his fingers around my hardening bud. I tighten my grasp around the warm skin of his penis, slowly moving my hand up and down his shaft.

“Okay, Snow, I’ll play your game,” I utter.

As my hand moves faster, I squeeze his cock just a little too hard and he flinches.

“Though maybe not so rough.”

He jerks it out of my hand, slides his arm under my stomach and turns me over onto my back. I gaze up into darkness and the rugged outline of his face.

“Okay, now do as I’ve asked and get in the fucking car.”

Straightening my dress, I lift my legs, bend slightly and ease myself onto the back seat. A flash of metal, a click and my wrists are held tight in handcuffs.

“Don’t you think I’ll need my hands?” I smirk as he buries a small metal key in his trouser pockets.

“What you’re going to be doing to me, you won’t be needing your hands.”

“Snow…”

“Enough!” he yells. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, and you’re in big trouble.”

I can’t help but giggle at how serious he’s being. He grabs my knees, pulling me round to face him.

“Now lie back,” he demands, “and shut that dirty mouth of yours.”

He smiles, and the small light in the car enhances the whiteness of his teeth. He leans into me, searching for my lips. I feel their softness, and the stroke of his finger as it runs down my cheek.

“Darcy, do you trust me?” he murmurs, and I nod.

“How do you fancy trying something you haven’t tried before?”

I see a small tube that he pulls from his pocket. I don’t answer his question, but lean back and close my eyes.

W
e drive back into the city. Even with the windows rolled down we can’t get rid of the strong smell of sex. I feel my phone vibrate in my front trouser pocket. Changing gear, I glance down, but as I’m driving I can’t answer it.

“Darc, how about grabbing that?”

“Grab what?”

I hear the teasing way she enquires, and catch her sideways glance. She smirks at me and rolls her dark eyes; my glimpse at her is brief, but even with her hair messed up and lipstick smudged around her lips, she still looks amazing after the explosive sex session, still an absolute picture of perfection.

Feeling her fingers walking their way into my pocket, I push my pelvis forward, allowing my trousers to loosen and her to free my phone.