Breaking the Ice (9 page)

“MacKenzie, you’re making chicken
and dumplings?”  He looked at Diesel.  “Dude, this woman can cook
anything
. 
I keep telling her to open a restaurant, but she thinks she needs a fancy
degree and a
real
career.  She won’t listen to reason.” 

He snagged a piece of sliced
carrot and kissed Kenzie’s temple.  “I’m her biggest fan…well, next to Dalton. 
He knows the sun rises and sets on her.  What are you guys doing later?”

“I’m finishing tonight’s dinner,
I have class until nine, and then I have to do laundry and grocery shopping.  I’m
going to stop at that bakery you guys love…want me to grab your dry cleaning?”

Diesel crossed his arms over his
chest and listened to her rattle off her insane to-do list.  

“I have a better idea.  Skip
class tonight and I’ll take us to dinner.  Then, I’ll get you out of the house
to do something fun.  Tomorrow, we’ll do your errands first, then we need to
run by my attorney’s office.  We’re going to discuss your crazy schedule…” 

Kenzie opened her mouth and he
shook his head.  “Don’t argue before you hear my plan.  It’s much better for
you
and
Dalton.  Since I know he’s your top priority, my plan should be
well-received.  Keep an open mind.”

“Daddy, you didn’ wake me up.” 

The three adults turned to look
at Dalton and Kenzie made a choking, gasping noise before turning back to the
dough.  Thad smiled at Diesel. 

“Mommy, you makin’ dumplin’s? 
Can I help?”  He pulled a step-stool up to the counter and stood next to his
mom.  Looking up at her, he asked, “Are dey happy or sad ones, Mommy?”

“Happy, Dalton.  You okay,
baby?”  He nodded and patted Kenzie’s hand like a grown man. 

The men settled into chairs at
the kitchen table and watched mother and son cook together.  She was patient
and encouraging.  She told him his dumplings were better than perfect. 

Thad picked up Kenzie’s camera
and showed Diesel the pictures of him and Dalton sleeping.  When he couldn’t
stop his eyes from tearing up, Thad smiled and went to get one of many photo
albums.

“This is the oldest one.  I started
taking them during the summer we moved here.  I had to be sneaky since Kenzie
doesn’t like her picture taken.” 

Diesel traced MacKenzie’s very
pregnant belly with his fingertip.  He loved the pictures of her at the
hospital before and after labor, looking exhausted but glowing, a huge Dalton
in her arms.  There were discreet shots of Kenzie breastfeeding, Dalton’s head
blocking her breast, and the look on her face took Diesel’s breath away. 

There was photo after photo of
her time with him.  From reading to skating to cooking together.  Places she’d
taken him.  Always –
always
– they were smiling. 

By the time Dalton scrambled down
from the step-stool to go wash up and get dressed, he’d gone through two albums. 
As Thad and his son left the kitchen, he stood up and went to hug MacKenzie
from behind, his mouth at her ear.  “You are an
amazing
mom, Kenzie.” 
He slid his hands over her stomach.  “I’ll see everything in person the next
time.” 

She went very still and he
chuckled very quietly against her hair.  “We have so many things to talk
about.  So many things to do.  I’m going to start our conversation with lots of
kissing, hugging, so you’re…open to what I have to say.  I’ll definitely make
love to you after.” 

He glanced over her shoulder down
her body.  “Your nipples are hard, Kenzie.  Are you wet?”  She leaned her head
back on his shoulder.  “Are you?  Tell me.”  She nodded.  “I’m glad.  I want
you to be wet for me.  Do you want me, Kenzie?” 

She whimpered softly and he
grazed her ass so she could feel his erection.  “I want you, too.  Do you trust
me?”  She took a little longer, but finally nodded.  “I want you to.  I need
you to.  This body and heart belong to me, don’t they, Kenzie?”  She was
shaking when she nodded a long moment later. 

“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.” 

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.” 

“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…
”