Pink Ice (8 page)

             
“It took them two hours to get you out of the car. When I arrived to the hospital they were getting you into the ER. That’s when I saw that…I thought…you…and I just couldn’t…” My big, threatening man was unable to say the words. I took both of his hands in mine, trying to calm him, I didn’t want to hurt him anymore.

             
“Shhh, I don’t want to talk about that anymore.” We remained silent for a long time. This was the closest we had been physically since the day I left him, and I was enjoying myself. Of course my stupid mouth needed to interrupt that. “So what do we do now?”

             
He kissed the top of my head.
We need to talk about this annoying kiss!
“Whatever you want.” He paused and punctuated. “As long as you realize that you are mine.” His, after being myself all my life, that was exactly what I wanted to be: His.

             
I laid my head over his chest, and taking all the humility I could I voiced my fears again. “I don’t know how to be yours.”

             
“I know how, that’s what matters.” Maybe my brain had been damaged in the accident because I trusted him, he knew. I just closed my eyes and breathed his wooden scent until I fell asleep.

             
The next week passed in a second, without all those doubts in my head I was able to relax and enjoy this weird situation. Time flies when you are playing to ‘little house’ with that piece of a man, and my doctor’s appointment finally came. This one was different, if I was fine I was going to be released. No more weekly appointments, just a once a month check-up and getting back to my normal life.

             
After fighting for hours, Blue Eyes had agreed to let me go back home if the doctor said I was ok. Being in his parents’ apartment was killing Dylan, and this dynamic was no good for our brand new relationship.

             
“Katherine, you can get dressed now.” Dr. Matthews had seen my scans and was talking with Dylan while I was getting dressed. I could barely hear them, but some parts caught my attention. “Dylan she’s good to go, you don’t have to worry about that.”… “Just be careful, she’ll be fine.” Apparently my Blue Eyes was interrogating the poor doctor. When I finally finished, they both came back to the room.

             
“Ms. Bianchi, I am glad to inform you, that everything seems ok. The bones are healing, the organs are back to normal and your head seems to be perfect. It was a big accident, but you are getting better. From now on I’ll see you once a month. Do you have any question?”

             
“Can I go back home? Or do I need to be supervised?” Dylan would kill me, but this was a way of gaining an argument to defend my case.

             
“You can go home Katherine, you can go back to your life.” I smiled to Dylan who just shook his head knowing how much I needed to hear that.

We both thanked the doctor and left the hospital holding hands like the pair of dorks we were becoming. “You know that question was not necessary.” Blue Eyes didn’t even try to look me in the eye, he knew the answer.

              “I know, but I did it in case you were having second thoughts. I am going back home tomorrow morning.”

             
He turned to face me, a little hurt. “You seem too eager to leave me.”

             
I smiled at this handsome man. “Mom and Dad will come back on Wednesday night, I want to be settled by then. And living in my place is hardly leaving you, stalker.” I kissed his cheek, the most intimate interaction he was allowing those days.

             
Even when he seemed fine, he remained silent during the ride back to the apartment. I assumed it had to do with the fact that we would be living apart, so I almost didn’t notice the hand that was making soft circles over my knee. He made me run to the elevator and without prior notice pushed me against the wall. He just stood close to me, and put his arms around my face caging me. “Hey.” His voice was deep and so damn appealing.

             
“Hey there.” My voice was making evident the terrible effect those eyes had on me. He caressed my face with his finger, as if he was drawing over me.

             
Putting his forehead against mine, he whispered. “Do you have any idea of how much I want you?”

             
I couldn’t answer, the big mouth without filter was empty. My brain could only get to bite my lower lip. Of course my mouth didn’t remain empty for that long, his lips crashed against mine and one of his hands went straight to my waist.

             
I put my arms around his neck and let him walk me out of the elevator and into the house, which was suspiciously quiet. Soon his hands were on my behind, pushing me against him, and kissing the life out of me. Even in the pool of hormones, my brain cells got one thought. “I won’t have sex in your parents’ room.” Yeah, I am a prude, but come on! It was disrespectful! He smiled against my lips and walked to somewhere else. Apparently he had other place in mind even before I had expressed my concerns.

             
When he pushed me against the bed I noticed where I was: Dylan’s teenage room. A rugby jersey framed on the wall, some pictures of him with Marc and Spencer, and that darkness that comes from boys places, surrounded me.

             
“Did you use to bring girls here Berkeley?”

             
He was kissing my neck and didn’t stop to answer me. “Mom would have killed me, you are the first doll.”

             
Score!
Yeah, I was stupid to celebrate that, but I needed a first in his life. So as the polite girl I am, I thanked his words by rubbing my knee against his crotch. Even when I met him iron hard, he was taking things slowly, driving me just a little more nuts.

             
The first hand to leave my waist went softly against my broken ribs and then to my boobs. He had missed them, I knew. His mouth was reaching his own hand, licking my breast as if tasting it over the shirt. He put his other hand under the fabric and slowly removed the piece of clothe over my head. When he took a look of my body, he went back to kiss me with more force.

             
My hand took this chance to get to those amazing abs, I hadn’t seen them in months! I almost ripped the buttons of his shirt to get a glimpse of that tight skin. While he was kissing me my hands were tracing that abdomen and getting to the Perfect V.
Note to self: add his abs to Google Maps.

             
His hands weren’t lost, one grabbing my boob and the other opening my pants in a  tempting low speed. Before removing them, his fingers went between the fabric of my pants and my knickers; just its presence drove me crazy. The pressure of the tight denim pushed him towards me and my hips were soon rocking.

             
Letting my thoughts aside I bit his neck when he increased the rhythm of his fingers. For God’s sake, he wasn’t even touching my skin, but I was so close. Suddenly he stopped. “Not until I am inside you, doll.” He whispered to my skin and came back to my mouth.
God I hate him!!!

             
He pulled my pants down, and the self-conscious me started again. This time I was worried about the bruises, I had lost a couple of pounds after the accident, but my skin still had some purple marks. To avoid my thoughts and get back into what I had been wanting for weeks, I took his pants down. There’s not a better distraction than an almost naked Blue Eyes. My hand softly caressed him over the tight, black boxer briefs. The low, breathless noise he let out made my knees weak.

             
“I wanted to take my time, but I can’t wait anymore, doll. I need to see you.” He was breathless in a perfect fuck-able way. “I need you now.” His strong hand undid my bra and almost ripped it off my body, while the other hand went to my knickers and pushed them down my legs.

             
His fingers went back to my crotch, touching me while he watched my face for reactions. Pulling his head down to my mouth, I kissed him violently. His tongue was literally fucking my mouth when I felt him enter. No condom, no barriers, skin to skin action. I was almost done just with this, the feeling was so perfect I didn’t want to move.

             
“Say it Katherine.” He left my mouth to give me the chance to talk and went to my neck and breast.

             
“Harder.”

He complied and bit my boob just enough to leave a soft mark. “Say it.”

              “I am yours Blue Eyes.” Hotline voice on, and lips parted invitingly, I wanted him to kiss me. He removed some hair from my face with one of his hands and stared at me.

             
“I need to see you.” He bit his lip mirroring my actions. “I can’t believe how tight you feel, how it is to be inside you. Just me.” I knew what he was talking about, but I could only stare at those mesmerizing blue eyes that were watching me as if I were the only thing in the world.

             
My hips were moving to their own rhythm, thankfully, it was the same rhythm as Dylan’s. I gave myself permission to touch that face; with one finger I traced his frown, his cheeks, but mostly those lips. The sweat made it easier to burn those features in my head through my finger tip. One of his arms went to my hip and pushed himself further more inside me. I could feel his tip pushing deeper and deeper. That feeling made me talk. “I.AM.YOURS.DYLAN.”

             
That was it, I climaxed and felt him exploding inside me. For the first time I felt that warm sensation traveling through me. Dylan kissed me and put our bodies closer, not even air was between us. I didn’t want him to leave my body, and I think neither did he; he rolled us to put me over his chest, remaining inside me. After some moments of silence enjoying our deep connection, he started brushing my long black hair with his fingers and whispered. “I don’t think I will be able to leave your body ever again.”

             
“Let’s see what we can do about it, Berkeley.” I should be uncomfortable with this proximity, but I wasn’t, I wasn’t uncomfortable talking with him inside me and I didn’t want him to leave. “The teenage Dylan would be proud of you scoring in this room.”

             
He lightly spanked me playfully. “He is a lucky bastard, doll.” His hand never left my hair, it was usually really long but after the time of the accident it seemed even longer. “I missed those lips more than anything. But I knew that if I dared to kiss you I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

             
“I am not made of crystal Dylan, you won’t break me. You can kiss me whenever you want.”

             
“I know. You are mine, and I’ll take you whenever I want. But I also need to take care of you.” He kissed my hair and tiredness overwhelmed us.

             
Even when I was dying for another round, I knew it was impossible. After some weeks in bed I was weaker than usual. The once strong super woman, was now soft and thin; but my spirit was coming back, the source of my strength was a surprising one: Dylan.

             
We moved my things back to my place on Tuesday. After a rather long ‘conversation’,
yes, that’s an euphemism for big ass argument,
and Dylan left for his apartment. On Wednesday, I would see my parents, so we would be back together on Thursday. Kevin was thrilled about having me back home, and I was even happier to be back to my normal life.

Chapter
3

I strategically chose the clothes for my first workday. I didn’t want to seem fragile, I wanted my boss and my team to treat me as usual. A Saint Laurent white shirt with a big black bow on top, and black slacks to match. When I arrived, sweet Mrs. Cherry was waiting for me. Hugging me, she told me how much she had missed me. Then, directed me to John’s office, who was waiting for me with more emotion than I had ever perceived on him.

              “Kiddo!” He stood up and went for a hug, he didn’t even think about my aversion to physical contact. “Thank God, oh Katie, you are here.”

             
Mrs. Cherry was cleaning a tear from her face and my boss’s eyes were sparkling. “Thank you for everything. I know you both went to the hospital. It means the world to me, you know how important you are in my life. Now I just want to forget about that and start to work.” Reluctantly, both of them gave me the privacy that I wanted.

             
When I went to my office I found a little box with a note.

             
Katherine,

             
Put this on and don’t dare to ever take it off again.

             
D.A.B.

             
My perfect pearl was inside, a one great reminder of Blue Eyes.
As if you needed a physical reminder!
I truly thought that my day was going to be that easy, but it wasn’t. My boss directed me to the conference room, where my team was waiting with balloons, flowers, and cakes. Apparently birthdays are celebrated in the same fashion of “we are happy you are not dead” gatherings in this office. Each of them came to me, hugged me, and expressed how happy they were with my return. Everyone except Jenny, the parasite of my team who had adorably stole fake information and delivered it to BKY Enterprises to get me in trouble with Dylan. That nice conniving bitch.  I had to wait until everyone was eating cake and chatting to go to my boss.