Frosted (Frosted Series Book 1)

by Taylor Rose

  She cocked her head to the side, waiting for my explanation.

  I coughed, clearing my throat.

  “When we packed up your stuff from your apartment, I found these tapes that were hidden in your entertainment center. At first I didn’t believe them. I mean, I had only known you for a couple of days, but it just didn’t seem like it could be true. I grabbed them anyways, figuring they were important to you. They had your name on them, they must have been yours. But the more I thought about them, the more they plagued my mind,” I told her between bites of food. “I had to know what was on them, it was driving me crazy. So I brought one to practice with me and watched it on my break. Watching you skate fucking mesmerized me, Figgy. I was watching you compete in the fucking Olympics, and it was unbelievable. You had told me that you gave up everything to take care of Aqua, but I didn’t realize everything included something as huge as that.”

  Tears pooled in her eyes once again.

  I expected her to be mad at me for snooping.

  Fuck.

  I would be goddamn livid.

  She’s always had a tendency to surprise me, though.

  “I would do it all over again if it meant ending up here,” her voice cracked as she spoke. “Giving up my career so that I could take care of Aqua was an honor. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I had made a different choice.”

  Her eyes widened and tears flowed down her cheeks, as if putting two and two together.

  Loving her wasn’t a choice.

  It just was.

  But, one of the things that made me fall further was realizing that she took care of her family.

  No matter what.

  No matter the price.

  No matter the struggle.

  To me, after what my life was like, that was everything.

  Her hand flew up to cover her mouth.

  “Oh,” she whimpered as her eyes lids fluttered together rapidly.

  I dipped my head, silently agreeing with part of her conclusion.

  “Oh, Kieran,” she cried out, a sob took over and she folded in half as the emotion she was feeling washed over her.

  I pushed out of my chair, and moved over to her in a nano-second.

  I pulled her out of her chair and into my body. I let her get out the emotion she was feeling. The emotion that was plaguing her heart. The emotion that was crushing her very soul.

  Loving her wasn’t a choice. But if I had one, I would have chosen her.

  “Baby, everything worked out,” I murmured into her hair, rubbing one of my hands on her back trying to get her to calm down.

  My girl cared deeply. She felt everything deep down to her soul.

  She could cry for the next year and I would still love her, but she needed to stop for her own good.

  She lifted her head and her eyes met mine.

  Lifting my hand, I wiped away her tears with the pad of my thumb. First one side of her face, and then the other.

  She smiled wobbly at me, but her lip continued to tremble.

  Leaning over, she moved her head so that it was cradled between my neck and shoulder where she started placing light kisses.

  “I love you, Charming,” she whispered over my skin, her breath left goose bumps in its wake.

  I shivered.

  “I love you too, baby,” I drawled. “Let’s get you home. My girl needs her rest.”

  My girl.

  My girl.

  Fucking swoon. My heart swelled with happiness in my chest.

  Those words sounded better than anything else coming from his lips.

  After all of the shitty things life had dealt me, I deserved this.

  I deserved him.

  The love you have for a sibling, child, or parent differs from the love you have for a significant other. This I finally understood.

  There was a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.

  And I was in love with Kieran.

  He was mine, and I was his.

  Simple as that.

  He knew my heart, my soul, and mind. Everything that made me, me.

  Warmth bloomed in my chest thinking about the amazing thing he did for me tonight. The effort it took, the planning, the sheer thoughtfulness of the whole thing. All the way down to my old skates and outfit.

  I wanted to be mad that he went through my stuff. He snooped and it was something he had no right to do.

  And yet, I just couldn’t bring myself to be angry. What he did for me was magical, and even though I wanted to be pissed, I just wasn’t able to be. I wasn’t even slightly mad.

  Instead, I was on cloud fucking nine. I was ecstatic that someone would go to such drastic measures for me.

  Pulling up to the house, I twisted my hands together in my lap. Nervous energy flowed through me, as dirty thoughts consumed my mind.

  I bit my lip, pulling some of the tender skin in between my teeth.

  I wanted – no, I needed – to feel him inside of me.

  I needed it so damn bad, I couldn’t think of anything else.

  I closed my eyes wishing that I could have saved myself for someone as special as him, rather than the scum I gave myself to for the first time.

  But whereas that asshole got to be my first, I would make sure that Kieran was my last.

  “Come on baby, time to go inside,” he urged me.

  My heart was hammering inside of my chest, beating against my ribcage hard and fast.

  I swallowed, trying to find the words to say.

  But instead, my mouth was dry and I was unable to come up with even a one worded answer.

  Instead, I nodded my head and got out of the car.

  Fuck, it was cold out tonight. I shivered and pulled my jacket tighter to my body as I walked up the walkway and stood waiting by the door for Kieran to let me in. He put his key in the lock and twisted, but didn’t open the door just yet. Instead, he swiveled his body until he was facing me.

  His whiskey colored eyes were blazing with desire. They bore into mine, causing a wetness to pool in between my legs.

  I shivered, thinking about him. All of him.

  I licked my lips.

  He groaned and adjusted himself in his jeans.

  “You’re killing me, baby,” he groaned.

  A smile took place on my face.

  “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” I murmured huskily as I walked closer to him. I moved my hips with each step until our bodies were almost touching.

  Once I was only a couple of inches away from him, I ran my index finger down his perfectly sculpted chest. Before I could make it down to his navel, he snatched my hand into his own, picked me up by my ass and twisted us around until my back hit the front door with a thud.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Pulling my bottom lip in between my teeth, I moaned. I could feel his hard, erect cock through his jeans.

  He growled before assaulting my mouth with his own. Using one of his hands, he twined his fingers through my hair and twisted my head to give his mouth better access to my own. His tongue plunged in as I moaned, the taste of him almost too much to bear. His tongue assaulted mine, twisting with mine eagerness and desperation evident.

  He pushed his body closer until I could feel the heat from him through both of our clothes. His erection rubbed against my pussy, causing small sparks to fly throughout my entire body. It felt as if there was an electric current traveling from him, into me. Shocking me. Zapping me. Owning me.

  I kissed him back while wildly grinding my pussy against his cock.

  I couldn’t stop myself and I didn’t want to.

  He smiled wickedly against my mouth before clasping both of my hands in one of his and pulling them so that they were suspended above my body, pushed between the door and his hand. Immobilized.

  He pushed one of his legs in between mine and let me drop until I was straddling his thigh,
my back still pressed against the door, my hands still bound by his.

  He continued kissing me, pulling my tongue into his mouth, nipping at my lips and moaning into my mouth.

  His free hand sprawled under my jacket, his fingers roamed my clothed stomach and breasts. His knuckles lightly feathered over my outfit.

  “Fuck,” he rasped against my lips. “Inside.”

  I nodded my head not able to agree with him fast enough.

  He twisted the handle to open the door, and I would have fallen flat on my back if he hadn’t grabbed me and pulled me closer to him once again.

  He closed the door and clicked the lock back into place before walking through the living room. He carried me down the hallway, but it wasn’t until I saw her room that I remembered.

  “Aqua,” I choked out. My throat grew tight and my muscles locked on his body. How could I have forgotten about her? Oh god.

  “Shush baby, taken care of,” he hoarsely ground out. “She’s staying with Cooper tonight.”

  I slumped against him, thankful that one of us thought about her, unable to fathom how I forgot in the first place.

  He stiffly walked into his bedroom, our bedroom, and placed me on the bed.

  Once I was on the bed, his hungry gaze raked over my body. His eyes slowly descended as if he were memorizing every freckle and curve I had.

  My heart melted in my chest and butterflies fluttered in my belly.

  This man.

  This fucking man.

  “Off,” he demanded as he demonstrated with both of his hands in an outwards motion.

  I pulled my jacket off in record speed and threw it on the ground. Pulling my hands through the arm holes, I pushed my skating outfit down until it pooled at my waist, shimmering and shining in the light.

  He snarled loudly before I could get it completely off.

  My eyes bounced to his, but he wasn’t staring at my waist, he was staring at my white lacey bra. My breasts swelled in the cups, almost popping out.

  I smirked, knowing what he wanted.

  Slowly, I moved my hand behind my back and unclasped my bra. I pulled my arms out of the straps and let it go in one clean swoop.

  His eyes widened expectantly, but I used my arm to cover my boobs.

  He growled from deep within his chest and lowered himself to cover my body with his. When he reached my arm, he lightly peeled it away from my chest.

  He inhaled a gulp of air and swallowed thickly.

  His eyes ate me up as they traveled from breast to breast.

  He leaned his head down and darted to my left nipple with his tongue.

  I inhaled shakily.

  He twirled his tongue around my nipple before pulling it into his mouth, licking, sucking, and nipping it.

  “Oh god,” I panted, moaning and squirming.

  “Not god, baby,” he taunted me.

  He splayed his hand over my right breast, massaging it while he worked the other one with his tongue.

  My hips gyrated, trying to gain friction while I tried to grind on him.

  Using his thumb and index finger, he grabbed my right nipple and pinched it with just enough pressure to cause pleasure.

  My gut constricted, tightening itself without thought.

  My eyes slammed closed, my toes curled, and my breathing became shallow as the force of my orgasm hit me. A cascade of wetness streamed between my thighs, shattering my world into a million pieces. I was seeing fucking stars. I moaned and rode out my orgasm, unashamed and lightheaded. Wanting more. Needing more.

  He let go of my nipple with a pop.

  “Jesus fuck,” he growled desperately. His eyes were dilated, swirling uncontrollably, hooded with desire. Almost wild like. “So hot.”

  All I could do was moan, my mouth wasn’t functioning for anything but his kisses.

  His calloused fingers ran down my sides, tickling me. He peppered kisses down my body until he reached my navel. Hooking his fingers at the waist of my outfit, he slowly started pulling it off. I lifted my hips so that he could slide the material off of me without any trouble. My tights came off next, just as slowly. His fingers brushed my skin, teasing me with every touch, until finally I was left in only my white lace thong.

  He whistled.

  He hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them off my body, throwing them on the ground with the rest of my clothes.

  I had never felt so vulnerable and exposed to anyone in my entire life. But I wasn’t worried. I trusted him with everything I was.

  His hungry gaze traveled over my body, taking in every piece of me.

  He ran his hands over my hip bones, scraping his nails into my skin, leaving small red lines in their wake. Then he reached my pussy.

  He licked his lips, letting his tongue lazily wet them.

  Using his right hand, his fingers brushed over my pussy until it lightly touched my clit which sent a zap of electricity through me.

  My breathing hitched.

  Please. Please. Please.

  *****

  Beautiful.

  She was fucking beautiful.

  A sight. A vision. Fucking perfection.

  My mouth watered, dying to taste her on my tongue.

  Her bare, gleaming pussy was sitting in front of me, begging to be touched.

  I knelt next to the bed, grabbed onto her thighs, and pulled her towards me until her ass and pussy were suspended in the air.

  She giggled until I pushed her legs above my shoulders to give me better access. I sprawled my left hand across her tummy to keep her in place. I needed to feast, I was a starving man ready to fucking devour her.

  With my right hand, I used my index finger and lightly slid it through her slick folds. She shivered and moaned, her cum coating my finger, and it took all of my will power to not bring it to my mouth so I could lick her off of my own goddamn finger.

  She smelled delicious. Like peaches and sunshine all wrapped up in one perfect fucking package.

  I swirled my finger over her clit in a slow and delicate circle, trying to savor this moment. I was having a real hard time controlling the raging beast inside of me.

  “Please,” she panted.

  I thrust my fingers inside of her tight opening making her pussy clench together, squeezing the shit out of them.

  Her breathing hitched.

  I pulled them out slowly before plunging them back inside her. Her wetness made it easy, almost too easy. She was fucking drenched.

  Her body shuddered beneath my touch.

  Unable to stop myself, I lowered my face to her pussy, my tongue darting out to lick her slit. Her juices coated my mouth, exploding on my tongue. I growled from deep in my chest before grabbing her ass and pulling her body closer to me. The vibrations from my chest zapped her clit.

  I licked, sucked, nipped, and fucking ate her pussy. My tongue plunged into her opening, swirling inside of her, trying to taste as much of her as I could while my hands were squeezing her ass. I circled her clit with my tongue before pulling it into my mouth. I sucked it hard and deep, then pulled it in between my teeth, lightly nibbling on it while simultaneously thrusting my fingers inside of her opening.

  Her body started rocking to my movements, which is when I knew she was close once again.

  “Ride my face, baby. Ride my fucking face,” I groaned into her pussy.

  “Ahhhhh, Kieran!” she screamed as she shattered in front of me. Piece by piece, she fell over the edge, sucking in air. Her pussy pulsated, squeezed my fingers so fucking hard it pushed them halfway out of her.

  I licked her cum from my lips, ready to eat her pussy until she begged me to stop.

  “You’re fucking delicious,” I rasped.

  Her eyes popped open, dilated and hungry. A wicked smile took over her face before she reached down and pulled my shirt over my head. She added it to the pile of her clothes on the ground.

  She pulled her lower lip in between her
teeth, contemplating what to do next. Her blonde hair was splayed out on my sheets, gleaming in the light. Without much thought, she reached lower and popped the button of my jeans open and unzipped my zipper.

  Tilting her head, her bright blue eyes locked on mine.

  “I want you,” she whimpered as she rocked her hips, shaking her ass in the air.

  Holy fuck.

  Nothing hotter has ever been said.

  “I’m fucking yours, baby.”

  My cock twitched in my briefs, awaiting its turn to claim and brand her as mine.

  I stood up and my jeans fell off of my hips, landing on the floor. I stepped out of them, and she scurried back up so that she was fully on the bed again.

  I placed my knee on the bed, ready to move towards her when she cocked her head to the side, stopping me in my tracks.

  “Take. Them. Off,” she panted, staring at my briefs, the only piece of material left on my body. She licked her lips as I hooked my fingers into them and pulled them down, kicking them to the side.

  Her breathing hitched and her eyes dilated. She pulled her bottom lip back into her mouth and nibbled.

  “Yes,” she huskily rasped as her hooded gaze stayed zeroed onto my body.

  Putting my weight into the mattress, I crawled up her body. Slowly. Deliberately. Placing kisses along the way. My cock bounced against my stomach with every movement. Ready. Waiting.

  Once I reached her face, I cradled it in my hands and crushed my lips against hers. I wanted her to taste herself on my lips. I darted my tongue out, licking her upper lip in the process. She moaned into my mouth, vibrating me to the core. My cock was just throbbing for her.

  Using one of my hands, I reached into my bedside table and grabbed a condom. The wrapper crinkled in my hand.

  Pulling my mouth away from hers, I ripped the packet open with my teeth. I couldn’t look away from her, my eyes were gleaming with desire for her. Only her.

  She grabbed the condom out of the wrapper and rolled it on my cock with her delicate fingers. I shivered from the contact. I spit the wrapper out, discarding it on the floor before leaning down to kiss her sweet mouth again.

  She ground her hips against the tip of my cock and moaned into my mouth.