Fire and Ice: Rekindled (The Fire and Ice Series Book 2) (16 page)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Kellan

Pressing myself into Hailey’s body, I fastened my mouth to
hers as she parted her lips, allowing my tongue to delve deep inside of her as
she moaned, our breathing frantic. The kiss was rough, urgent; we were holding
nothing back.

My cock had been at half-mast since she’d stepped foot in
the house, but in mere seconds she had me hard as steel.

As she ran her hands through my hair, her nails scraping
against my scalp, I throbbed for her. She had no clue what she was doing to me.
Then again, maybe she did. Purposely torturing me with such sweet pain was a
sure way to get her creamy white ass thoroughly reddened; at least a nice rosy
shade of pink.

Jesus, my mind was working overtime fantasizing about
branding myself into her soul, fucking her until she was breathless, dominating
her every cell. I wanted her to be mine in every aspect possible. I wanted
control over her heart, her mind, her senses, her entire being. But, as I had
reasoned with myself just a few hours ago- what I wanted, and what I’d get, may
be two different things.

My life is in a fucking tailspin, and I need this, I need
her
, so
badly my bones ache for it. I wanted to imprint myself so deeply into her veins
that she’d submit to me willingly, plead with me to dominate her. I’d give my
last breath for one minute of her supplication. I wouldn’t force her, but I’d
sure as fuck be willing to beg for it. The irony:
me
willing to beg for
her
submission.

In an ideal world, yeah, maybe she’d fall on her knees for
me, and as enticing as that little visual is, I’d learned to expect the worst,
and be utterly shocked if I ended up with anything but. And honestly, Hailey
and I had been through some of the worst things I could imagine- hell, some of
them I could have never imagined. We’d been down this path before, too. And
yeah, I’m more than a little gun shy; I’m fucking terrified. But this time, in
this instant, this feels right- this feels…
real
. Not real, as in we’re
present in the moment, but like this thing could be it, the real deal.
Forever.

When a woman tells you ‘You’re the one’, you have two
options- change your phone number and hope to God she’s not a fucking stalker,
or become the happiest, goofiest grinning motherfucker walking the streets like
you’ve just hit the Powerball. Right now, I couldn’t give a shit about the
Powerball, and even the sadistic fuck that chimes in on ninety percent of the conversations
inside my head is grinning from ear to ear like a fat kid sitting in front of a
cake.

This is a fucking high like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I’d be a fool to let to anything stand in the way of my happiness with Hailey.
I may be the world’s biggest asshole, the guy your mother warned you about, the
guy everybody loves to hate; but I’m no fool.

There’s nothing but road ahead of us, nothing holding me
back now. This
is
real, and I’ll be goddamned if I’ll let anything fuck it up this time.

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Hailey

Kellan was devouring me, mentally and physically. His mouth,
his hands, they were everywhere; caressing every inch he could reach, and we
roamed each other’s bodies greedily. Shit, we hadn’t even taken one article of
clothing off, but I was wet and ready for him, and his erection was pressing
into my stomach. A fluttering ache began to build in my lower belly, and I was
already throbbing with want for him.

But this wasn’t the only reason I’d come here. I placed my
palm on his chest, murmuring against his full, talented lips, “Kellan…we need
to…”

He cut me off, saying, “Shh, baby. I’m going to give you
everything you need and more tonight.”

As he began to lick and rain kisses over my jaw and neck,
making his way to nip at my earlobe, his hot breath tickling my skin, I spoke
again, “Kellan, I need to tell you…”

“The only thing I need to hear you say tonight is ‘Fuck me
harder’,” he breathed.

I gasped, trying desperately to tamp down my raw desire and
be a responsible adult. “But…there’s something else,” I continued.

“It can wait,” he stated resolutely.

Switching tactics, I asked, “But what about work?”

“It can wait,” he repeated.

“But…”

He leaned back, cupping my face, his gaze shooting straight
through to my core, as he implored me, “Hailey, I need this. I need…you.
Please, don’t deny me this- not tonight.”

Although my mind was warring with itself, I relented,
melting into his touch, letting go, and reveling in the feel of his want for me
that was coursing through my body.

I nodded, and a small smile tipped the corner of his lips.
He bent his head down so he was eye level with me, saying, “Yeah?”

It had a been a harrowing day, and the last thing either of
us needed was another touchy, highly sensitive subject on our plates. The best
thing to do would be to start fresh in the morning; hopefully a new dawn, a new
day, and God willing, the shot at a real future together; providing it didn’t
all come crashing down around us.

I brought my hands to cover his, smiling warmly at him as I
replied simply, “Yeah.”

He didn’t hoist me to straddle his hips, he didn’t drag me
in a full on sprint to his bedroom; he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me
into the warmth of his chest as I listened to his heartbeat in the silent
moment we were sharing. I returned his embrace, our bodies flush with each
other’s, and a single tear slid down my cheek as I felt the powerful emotions
emitting through him, transferring straight into my into my own essence. This
felt…real. And I’d be damned if I was going to let anything screw it up this
time.

******

Hailey

I laughed riotously as Kellan threw me against the pillows,
my hair falling in my face. He straddled me, his half-hard erection pressing
into my stomach as he nuzzled against my neck. I wasn’t sure if he was
softening from the erotic lovemaking we’d just finished, or hardening again in
preparation for another round.

As he began to fondle my breasts, gently massaging my
nipples, I took a wild guess that he was straining for round three. Well, two
and a half if I didn’t count his exquisitely talented tongue bringing me to
orgasm in less than sixty seconds.
Oh, I’m counting it!
Well, it was settled then- we’re
heading into extra innings; he’s on second, eager to steal third, and I’m up at
bat.

I was mentally face palming myself as I pushed against his
shoulders, saying, “Not so fast, Romeo. I need a breather.”

Kellan looked at me like I’d just shot his dog, before
quirking his lips and slowly shaking his head back and forth. “Not a chance,
Princess. I told you- all, fucking, night,” he stated with conviction.

I slid my hands into his sweat slickened hair, bringing his
forehead to touch mine as we peered into each other’s eyes. I nodded up and
down, forcing him to mirror my actions, saying, “That was really nice and all,
but it’s nearly ten o’clock, and I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

He pulled back, looming over me, and gave me a pointed
stare. No doubt he was still pissed about my lunch companion choice. I simply
shrugged.

He pushed himself up, still sitting astride me, as his eyes
wandered over my naked upper body. After licking his lips, he brought his eyes
to mine and cocked his head to the side, saying, “Nice, huh? That was
nice
? Do I
at least get a medal for participation?”

I slapped him playfully on the arm, retorting, “You know
what I mean…”

“No, I think you should spell it out for me,” he bantered.

“Fine,” I sighed dramatically. “You’re a Golden God, Master
of Sexual Ceremonies. I’ve never seen anything so
huge
in my life…seriously- how
do you manage to get around with that thing?” I rolled my eyes.

He squinted his eyes and put his hand up, saying, “Ok. No
need to be rude.”

Shit, I hadn’t intended on insulting him. “Kellan, I was
just joking…”

He grabbed my wrists, shackled them above my head and
brought his face to mine, cutting in, “You want a
nice
cock? Or you want the
cock that was made to fit perfectly inside your beautiful little pussy?”

Taken aback, my face flushed in embarrassment as I bit my
lip nervously, answering, “Um…I’ll take door number two?” I shrugged.

Kellan shot me a stern look of warning before asking, “Did
you like what I did to you?”

I peered at him bashfully, answering, “Yes? Maybe?” Another
stern look. I squeezed my eyes shut and whined, “I don’t know, Kellan…I suck at
this.”

He chuckled. I was so glad my precarious state was amusing
him. No, really…I was jumping for joy. I internally rolled my eyes.

Roughly forty-five minutes ago, I’d had the single most
bizarre conversation I’d ever had with another person- and Georgia is my best
friend, so that’s really saying something. I’m still trying to process this
concept, so here’s the gist of what went down:

Kellan and I were drinking each other in as if we’d happened
upon an oasis in the middle of the Sahara Desert. Trailing his tongue along my
neck, down to my collarbone, he paused for a beat, murmuring against my heated
skin, “I want you to submit to me.”

I instantly stilled, and he brought his intent gaze to my
own shocked one. Short of breath, I panted, “Wh…what?”

“Submit to me,” he stated, his eyes imploring me to
understand something I clearly didn’t.

“What does that even mean?” I asked, confounded.

“It means I want to own you,” he stated resolutely.

Inching away from him a fraction, I stammered, “You…you mean
like…be some sort of
sex
slave?”

A small chuckle escaped him before he grasped my hand
tenderly, and tugged me toward the bed. He sat and pulled me onto his lap,
leaning his cheek against my shoulder and peering up at me with a sincere
smile. “Not exactly,” he said cryptically. My brows rose as he explained, “I
want you to trust me.”

“I do,” I interjected, before he placed a finger against my
lips, silencing me.

“I want you to trust me to take care of you- in every facet
of your life; allow me to guide you, trust that I know what’s best for you.” He
looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something.

I cocked a brow. “You want to boss me around all day and
have me cater to your every whim,” I deadpanned.

A hearty laugh rumbled from deep in his chest, the sound
bringing me such immense satisfaction that I was ready to throw caution to the
wind and tell him he could do as he damn well pleased with me, as long as it
meant he would make me come in the next five minutes.

He quieted his laughter and smoothed his hand over my hair,
down my back, and said softly, “I would never make you do anything you didn’t
want to do.”

My head was swarming. The notion seemed to contradict
itself. “I don’t understand,” I said, frowning. “You want to control everything
about me, but you say I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do. This
doesn’t make any sense, Kellan.”

“I don’t want to control you,” he stated. “I want to
dominate you.”

I threw my hands up in frustration. Talk about killing the
mood…my libido was swaying from the gallows. “What’s the difference?” I asked,
my voice rising.

“I want you to
want
to submit to me, willingly. Put your faith in me
that I’ll never let anything happen to you. Give yourself over to me, and I
promise you, Hailey, I’ll give you everything you could possibly dream of,” he
said pleadingly.

“But…why?” I shifted nervously on his lap before continuing,
“Why would I let you tell me what I can and can’t do? And why would you want
to? Don’t you like me just the way I am?”

Kellan rubbed his forehead, saying, “That’s a lot of
questions. Let’s see- first…you’d be doing it to please me.” I let out an
exasperated sigh before he quieted me, “Hey, hey…let me finish, ok?” I nodded
for him to proceed. “Second, I want you to do it so I can please you.”

I dropped my head to my hands and spoke in a muffled tone,
“This makes no
sense
,
Kellan. I get that doing what you want me to do would please you. But how can
you expect to please
me
by…by…
dominating
me, or whatever?”

He gently kissed the top of my head, whispering into my
hair, “Would it please you to know you would be safe, under my protection at
all times?” I gave a small nod, not even having to ponder the question.

“Would it please you to never have to make hard decisions,
to trust that I will take on your burdens, that I will spend every moment of my
day making sure you are happy and healthy? You’d never want for anything, and
no one would ever want you the way I will. Would
that
please you, Hailey?” His
tone became a bit suggestive, and I nodded fractionally again.

“Would it please you to please
me
, Hailey?”

I snapped my head to him. “Of course!” I exclaimed, as if he
was accusing me otherwise.

“It seems complex,” he admitted as I shot him a wry look.
“It’s really not, Hailey. It’s the most basic, primal purpose two people can
share.”

My face softened and I lowered my head. “I thought…love
was…ya know, the thing two people are supposed to share,” I said with a bit of
trepidation. Dropping the ‘L’ word didn’t work out so well for me the last
time.

Tipping my chin to stare into his eyes, he said softly,
“That
is
love, Hailey. Don’t you see? It’s not the same as simply loving someone; we
would be giving and receiving each others love in a way you can’t imagine.”

I stared at him, blinking rapidly, my mouth hanging slightly
agape. “You…you…
love
me?” I squeaked out.

A pained expression came over his face. “Was there ever a
doubt in your mind that I did?”

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