BLUE ICE (ICE SERIES)

by Carolina Soto

  We spent the day at his house. He worked almost the whole time while I painted my nails, watched TV and read two books. It was a good day until it was becoming late and that dreadful clubbing plan was imminent.

  ‘Why are we going clubbing with Kevin?’

  ‘I want to know him better, he lives with you. I need to trust him.’ He didn’t even look at me when he said that.

  ‘One, no you don’t, he’s my best friend, you are no one, you have no say in this; second I hate clubs and knowing Kevin it might be a strip club.’

  He turned to see me, he was losing his patience. ‘Shut up. You don’t have to worry about the place, we’ll have fun. We’ll leave in half an hour ok?’

  ‘I didn’t bring any night clothes.’ I pointed to my lazy jeans and black shirt.

  ‘You look amazing like that, let me finish this and we’ll leave.’ I must have been interrupting his work because I didn’t look amazing, I didn’t even look presentable.

  Max took us to the club, a trendy place with the longest line outside. We got in as soon as we arrived and I noticed something was odd when the bouncer greeted Max and Joe; maybe it was a regular place for Dylan. Things got odder when the manager and the waitress greeted Dylan.

  ‘You are a popular boy here, Berkeley.’

  ‘You are popular when you own the place.’

  ‘Oh, so you sent the strippers home for the night?’

  ‘Stop saying stupid things Katherine.’ He took my hand and made me walk towards the table.

  We sat down with Kev and three of his closest bimbos. They all flirted with Dylan and I was beginning to feel murderous. I needed to mark my territory, he wasn’t mine but he was there with me. They were on my friend’s arms, well, they would have been if he had three arms, but the point was that they couldn’t be that slutty right in front of my face.

  ‘I want to dance.’

  ‘With me?’ That stupid smile was on Dylan’s face. He was enjoying the fact that I was asking him to dance with me.

  ‘You are the only man I know here, but if you rather I can dance with Kevin.’

  He took my hand and dragged me to the dance floor, it was a happy song, but he wanted a slow dance. He wrapped his arms around me and looked directly into my eyes, then to my mouth and slowly I bit my lower lip. His eyes were glowing with a dark edge, I opened my lips slowly, he moved his face closer and I closed my eyes to receive my “territory” kiss.

  ‘Katherine.’ His low voice was on my ear and I couldn’t wait for him to kiss me.

  ‘What?’

  ‘I’ve made a decision.’

  ‘Aha.’

  ‘I am not kissing you.’

  ‘Whaaat?’ I opened my eyes in shock. I was supposed to remain cool but he was really messing with me.

  ‘I’ve kissed you a lot and you haven’t kissed me once. I’ve decided that I won’t kiss you until you start the kiss.’

  Initiative wasn’t my thing, initiative means desire and in my fucked up mind I was invulnerable to desire. I put my lips as close to his ear as I could without touching him. And whispered in a low breathless voice. ‘I know for a fact I can live without kissing you, the question is, can you?’

  He laughed, gripped me harder and kept dancing. We went back to the table and as usual he put his hand on my leg. He talked to Kevin, to the other girls and at some point he made an invasive move towards Kevin, crossing in front of me, his face so close to mine that I felt he was about to kiss me. Then he winked at me and turned around. Two could play this game.

  I waited until the manager came to Dylan and the three sluts went to the dance floor to turn to Kevin. ‘Kev, dance with me. I’m getting bored.’

  My dear friend was happy to be here and just agreed with me. ‘Sure baby girl.’

  Blue Eyes’ face froze when he noticed I was dancing with Kevin, but he remained still. He was firm in his decision and it was making me crazy.

  ‘Kevin, I recommend that you not touch Katherine like that if you appreciate your arms.’ Dylan came to the dance floor and interrupted our dance.

  ‘Oh, back off Berkeley, Kevin is my best friend. He can touch me as he wants.’ I knew that I did that to bother him, but he was not going to threaten my best friend for an innocent dance.

  Kevin let me go and tried to apologize to Dylan. This was stupid, I was just playing and now he was angry. ‘Sorry man, it’s not like that with Katie, she’s like my sister.’

  ‘But she’s not.’ Dylan was being rude, this did bother him. He should have thought about that before challenging me. ‘It’s getting late, we better go, Katherine. Kevin, I’ve already gave orders about the bill so don’t worry. We’ll see you tomorrow at the hockey game. We leave at seven, ok?’

  ‘Sure man, thanks for everything. Good night, baby girl.’

  Berkeley grabbed my hand and took me to the SUV that was waiting for us by the entrance. He was angry as hell. I was guilty, but it was his fault, so I tried to look as innocent as I could. ‘Did you have fun, Dylan?’

  He stared at me for an eternity. ‘Don’t play with me, Katherine.’

  ‘I have no idea what you are talking about.’

  He opened my door when we arrived home and I had never wanted a kiss as much as I wanted it at that moment. Maybe it was because he had said I wouldn’t get it, but I wanted it badly. He put his hands on my waist.

  ‘Goodnight doll, I’ll be here tomorrow early, ok?’

  I opened my mouth slightly and licked my lips, I was going to win this. He put his forehead against mine and, as if he was gathering all his courage, he breathed hard. ‘Open that fucking door and go inside Katherine.’

  ‘Or what?’

  ‘I am not giving in Katherine, get inside.’

  Frustrated I entered. It had been a week since our last kiss and I was fine until he told me I had to kiss him first. Of course I dreamed of kisses, lots of kisses and those perfect lips that night. Who would have thought that Dylan’s kisses could become so addictive?

  Mr. Lips Bastard didn’t arrive until 1 pm. He was looking fine in those jeans and black light sweater; and he smelled like heaven. On purpose, I made an effort with my nicest jeans, a sexy white blouse and a dark red, blueberry flavored lipstick.

  This time it was me who gave him a “too long” cheek kiss. I stayed long enough for him to smell my lipstick. He just smirked darkly. We took a walk and bought lunch at a taco car on the street, even against his fancy will.

  Kevin, one of his friends, Dylan and I left for the hockey game at seven. It was a great first period and I was happy that I left some room for the hot dogs of the arena. We were chatting and having fun when that fucking camera man made the mistake of his life. It was that funny moment, the kiss cam, I’ve always made fun of the poor jerks that got caught by it. It seemed awkward that you have to kiss someone just because of the arena pressure, but it was tradition.

  Suddenly, I looked up and there in front of the entire audience, Dylan’s and my face were on the big screen with lots of hearts and smooches around. I laughed and winked and all the jerks in the Madison Square Garden started shouting ‘KISS, KISS, KISS, KISS!’

  ‘I am not kissing you, remember?’ The fucking bastard whispered to my ear and I had more pressure than I could stand. I was about to turn around, but those jerks were shouting even louder. After fighting with myself, I turned around, took his face in my hands, looked in his eyes and gave him the greatest kiss ever. The crowd went crazy, started shouting and whistling. Just after a couple of seconds he grabbed the nape of my neck and my head and started moving, really moving. I even backed off a little because I was not comfortable with this massive PDA shit, but he pulled me closer. After a long, wet, hot kiss we both laughed and I stood up to bow to my ovation. He whispered in my ear again. ‘I need to be inside you, now.’

  ‘Shut the fuck up and smile.’

  With not much embarrassment, Dylan excused us and dragged me out of the arena, he was a man in a mission. The black SUV was waiting fo
r us outside and he literally pushed me inside.

  ‘What are you doing?’ I knew I had pushed some buttons but his reaction was a little too much.

  ‘Shut up because I don’t care who sees us, I want you now.’

  He was making me nervous, but a good kind of nervous, I would have never predicted this reaction after a tiny public kiss. He remained on his side of the seat, as if touching me was dangerous. He was much more turned on than I was.

  ‘We are going to my apartment Max.’

  I turned around to him and reminded him we couldn’t do that. ‘No, I have to work tomorrow. I have to go home.’

  ‘What time do you have to be at work?’

  ‘Nine-ish’ Maybe I was giving in to this fine specimen.

  ‘Ok, you’ll be home at 7 am so you can get to work at 9. I promise.’

  Yes, I know it’s stupid, but I was also ashamed of Max and Joe knowing I was staying with him. It’s ridiculous but I was really uncomfortable. Also, I needed to fulfill my Sunday rituals of beauty creams, nail polish and calling mom and dad. That would be the only one doable.

  ‘I have to make one phone call.’ I took my iPhone out of my purse and called them. ‘Hey mom, how are you? Yeah, I’ll wait for dad. Hey daddy, I am just leaving the hockey game, are you watching? No, mom, I went with Kevin and one of our other friends from San Antonio, do you remember them? Michelle is still in Chicago. His name is Dylan, Dylan Berkeley.’

  Blue Eyes was smiling to me and that was making me even more nervous. It was terrible to call your parents just before being fucked. Focus on the call!

  ‘So you’re arranging the summer trip, where are you going? Well that sounds great. Guys I need to go, we’re going to have dinner, but I’ll call you this week, ok? I love you.’

  I noticed something showing on his face during that last phrase but I couldn’t figure out what was it so I decided to forget about it. When we got to his building he made me run to his apartment and when we got there he left me standing while he poured himself a drink.

  ‘So now you’re calmed weirdo?’ He didn’t answer, just smirked and watched me with those dark eyes. ‘What was all that shit of no kissing me Berkeley?’

  Oh God, my mouth was cheating on my brain again. I would have never had the guts to ask this. He came dangerously closer. He put his hands on my hips and his mouth on my skin.

  ‘I need to know’ – kiss on my neck- ‘you’ – kiss on my ear – ‘want me’ – kiss on my jaw – ‘as much’ – kiss on the corner of my mouth – ‘as I want you’ – Kiss on my mouth.

  I wanted him, I wanted him as much as he wanted me, but in my sick head showing emotions was showing weakness, so I couldn’t answer his question. I would have to show him. He interrupted my way of thought.

  ‘Now I need in you, doll.’

  He kissed me, crazy kissed me, but his hands were on the same spot at my hips. Abruptly, surprising me, his hands went to my ass and made me straddle his hips with my legs. He was carrying me as if I were weightless.

  We entered his room and I knew this would be our second time in the rodeo and I started noticing he was going to be rougher this time. He was kissing me, but he was also pulling my hair, giving himself better entrance to my mouth. This time there was no lace designer dress, I was wearing my jeans and he was going to manhandle me. This was also going to be quicker. He was laying me on his bed and just when his hands didn’t need to carry me anymore, they started with other tasks, touching, grabbing and exploring.

  His hand went under my shirt, my boobs seemed to be a favorite for him. He just cupped my right breast. When he decided to pinch my nipple I bit his lip, I didn’t even think about it, it just happened. He looked at me and smiled wildly, he liked it hard.

  ‘This will be quick doll, sorry but I can’t take it anymore.’

  He took a condom from his drawer and kissed me again.

  ‘Let me put it on.’

  He nodded and while I was focused on my task his hands went to my jeans. I was touching him and he was about to touch me. He undid my zipper and smiled when he found my pink zebra knickers. I didn’t know someone was going to see my girlish underwear when I put them on. Two fingers entered just to trace that intimate part, this time he knew it and he was touring leisurely.

  My hands were trembling and it was becoming difficult to put that rubber thing on him. When I finally did, one of his hands started removing my blouse.

  ‘I need to see you doll, I need you.’

  I think I had never been as quiet as I had been during our encounters, he literally made me speechless. He took off my blouse, stared at my pink leopard bra and smiled. I have a thing for animal print and I supposed zebra and leopard were in the same pattern family. He took the bra off and kissed me, a deep distracting kiss. This was his tactic to make his entrance more discrete. I felt him, this time I was more prepared so he went deeper, harder, better.

  He kissed me the whole time, his hands traveling my body, until he felt we were both close.

  ‘Look at me Katherine, I need you to say it again.’

  This time I didn’t over think it, what he wanted wasn’t as scary as the first time, I knew it was bullshit; though the open eyes was difficult. I felt so exposed, naked, with him inside me, my shut eyes were a protection blanket. Slowly I met his gaze and with no air on my body answered his request.

  ‘I’m yours, Dylan.’

  ‘Say my name again.’

  This was becoming a porno so quickly!

  ‘Dylan…mmm…Dylan…mmm’

  And then It was a shouted version of his name, I felt him getting still and then again that big explosion. This was fine and I could get used to it in such an easy way. I liked Dylan, I liked this.

  Quickly I fell asleep, I was learning these activities were consuming. It had been a great day, we had had fun and I was comfortable with the idea of having sex with him. When I opened my eyes I was surprised by what I found. I was laid on Blue Eyes’ chest, hugging him. I never hugged anyone and there I was, his arms all around me and my legs tangled with his. I didn’t want to leave his embrace, for the first time in my life I was completely fine with the idea of being hugged.

  ‘You still have other 15 minutes doll.’

  Fuck! He knew!

  I tried to move, but he hugged me harder.

  ‘I have you for other 15 minutes, Katherine.’

  We stayed like that for those minutes, I noticed his breathing was one fine sound. He waited for me while I got dressed and took me to the office. He left with a perfect morning kiss and I realized this was a good way to start a day.

  Chapter 17

  I hadn’t been in the agency long when my cell phone rang like crazy.

  ‘Katherine Elizabeth Bianchi! I am gonna kill you!’

  ‘So you remembered you have a friend Chelle?’

  ‘Stop with that and start explaining to me why every gossip blog in the country has your face being sucked by Dylan on it?’

  Holy shit!

  ‘What are you talking about?’

  ‘Don’t play innocent with me! You are dating him!’ Michelle’s voice was menacing, she was truly angry at me even when I could imagine the big smile on her face.

  ‘No, I am not, it was just the hockey kiss cam and we got really pressured by the crowd, that’s it.’

  ‘Well, that’s not what Perez Hilton is saying, I am reading the best headings to you: “Pretty brunette kissing the most eligible bachelor”, “Someone has tamed Berkeley”, “Out of the market?”, “Brazilian model, Berkeley’s new love interest” and, “What does Tamara, long-time-on-and-off-girlfriend think about it”.’

  Oh God, I didn’t anticipate this, I hate unplanned things. ‘So, I am a Brazilian model?’

  ‘Out of all the things I’ve read that’s what you are focusing on?’

  ‘What do you want me to say Chelle? You know it’s bullshit. And I really don’t get why this is gossip worthy!’

  ‘He appeared in Forbes this ye
ar, he’s one of the richest, hottest, bachelors in the country and you are a hot girl, it has “gossip” written all over.’ For my best friend this was too obvious.

  ‘Oh God! Let’s make business out of this, call them, sell the story and let’s share the money for the scoop.’

  ‘But you have just said there’s no story right?’ She got me and now she was being ironic about it.

  ‘There’s not, but that won’t stop you baby, I know you! I have to go sweetheart, but please come back, I’m missing you. And write an email with everything that’s happening, ok?’

  ‘I love you, and Katie, please take care, ok?’

  What the fuck? I’ve never been interesting in my life and now my face was on blogs? That was crazy, my phone rang again and I begged that it would be something work related.

  ‘Katherine?’ That sweet, hot, voice.

  ‘Hey.’

  ‘Have you seen them?’ Dylan was concerned, he suspected this would bother me.

  ‘No, Chelle called me about it.’

  ‘I am so sorry doll, it’s all over the place and I know how you must feel about it.’

  ‘I don’t think I give a damn’, they don’t know what they’re talking about.’ Surprisingly I was not afraid of this, I knew better than paying attention to blogs. At least that was my first thought.

  ‘Could you come during your lunch break? My lawyers need your signature so they can defend you in case this grows.’

  ‘This can grow?’ Lawyers? This was just viral garbage, I couldn’t understand the danger.

  ‘Don’t know, they just want to be prepared.’

  ‘Ok, I’ll be there.’

  His tone changed, he knew I was calmed about the whole media circus. ‘I want to kiss you now.’

  ‘Where did that come from?’

  ‘I just want to.’

  ‘Ok, I have to work, but I’ll see you during lunch.’

  ‘I’ll be in meetings the entire day but let me know as soon as you arrive.’

  I was not going to kid anyone, I was not working. I read every single blog. I laughed at most of them but there was one which made my anger come over: “What does Tamara, long-time-on-and-off-girlfriend think about it.”