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

by Delaney, Kiara

  I'd gotten more head in my life than shampoo, but Hailey didn't give head; she made love to me with her mouth. My spank bank was well stocked with the many memories of the moments she'd slid her glistening lips up and down my cock, bringing my almost daily jerk sessions in the shower from countdown to lift off in less than a minute. On a good day, I'd last two, if that. Just thinking about jerking off to the images of her that flooded my mind, as she knelt before me, actually sucking me off, had me quickly losing ground. I'd gladly stay here all day, but the fact was, that wasn't gonna happen. Beating off every day had clearly proven to do little for me in the stamina department.

  Finally unable to take any more, I rasped out, "Hailey, I don't want you to stop...but I need you to, baby, before I lose it right here." She gave me a pouty, dissatisfied look as I pulled my hips back, releasing myself from her warm mouth. A shiver suddenly coursed through me, and I wasn't sure if it was from the cool air swarming around us rushing over my cock, which had been moistened from her luscious lips, or my eager anticipation of what the rest of the night held for us.

  ******

  Hailey

  Panting heavily from my oral explorations, Kellan suddenly lifted me under my arms to stand in front of him, pinning me with a hunger filled gaze, before he began to eye me up and down.

  With his hands fisted at his sides, he commanded, "Strip." Pausing for a moment, he reconnected his eyes with mine before adding, "Slowly."

  Seeing him fight for control while he growled out the instructions to me was maddeningly erotic. A nervous shiver traveled through my body as I began to deliberately peel my clothing off, one item at a time.

  Standing in only my bra and panties, I reached behind myself to unclasp my skimpy lace bra. I obviously didn't expect to be standing half undressed in front of Kellan tonight, so I hadn't worn the simple, delicate undergarments as a fashion statement, but rather to help wick away the heat of the humid summer day. Little did I know the dainty, thin material would come in handy when I'd grabbed the first thing I could get my hands on this morning. Noticing Kellan's jaw tick as he continued to peruse my half naked body, I slowed my movements, taking the opportunity to tease him a bit, and let my straps fall off of my shoulders, clutching the cups in my hands before my bra could slide from my body.

  Obviously becoming impatient, Kellan closed the gap between us, leaning his head to whisper in my ear, "You wanna hurry this up a little, or you want me to rip these off you?" he asked, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my panties, and giving it a small tug before he released it. As it snapped against my skin, a thrill of pleasure shot straight to my core.

  "You said slowly," I feigned innocence, biting my lower lip and peeking up at him through my lashes. I was desperately trying to suppress the grin that was creeping across my lips.

  "I changed my mind. Playtime's over," he murmured against my neck as he began to kiss me softly, pulling me against his hips as he ground his erection against my stomach.

  Pulling away from him slightly, I quipped, "You're in a rush, tonight. You have somewhere else you need to be?"

  Narrowing his eyes on mine, he stated simply, "Yeah. Inside you." My brows rose at his frank bluntness. Lowering his head once more, he began to lick and nibble on my earlobe as his heated breath washed over me, sending tingles through my body. "I've been wanting to fuck you for ages," he stated without shame. Kellan never was one to mince words.

  At his declaration, my knees nearly buckled as I managed to breathe out hoarsely, "Well, fuck me then." Kellan stilled, leaning back a few inches to regard me, as if he couldn't believe I had just said what I did. My brain had obviously seized, as the words had flown out of my mouth before I'd had a chance to think about them. Did I come off sounding like a slut? I knew Kellan had been with his fair share of loose women, but I didn't want to think about that right now, nor did I want myself compared to them.

  "Say it again," he ordered with a heated glare. Apparently, my statement didn't put him off after all.

  Knowing I was having this affect on him was making me feel bold. Pushing my inhibitions from my mind, I repeated, "I want you to fuck me, Kellan," as his eyes lit up with desire. Wasting no time, he placed his hands against either side of my cheeks, and pulled my lips firmly against his own. I threaded my hands through his silky hair as I opened my lips, leaning into him to deepen the kiss.

  Bzzz bzzz...a faint noise sounded in the background. Lost in the passion of our embrace, I barely registered the echoing nuisance. Bzzz bzzz. Bzzz bzzz, the noise continued. What is that...a fly? With no luck of pushing the persistent sound out of my mind, I reluctantly broke our kiss as I scanned the room, seeking out the pesky annoyance. My eyes landed on Kellan's jeans crumpled up on the floor. Realization dawned on me that the insistent buzzing must have been coming from his phone, which I assumed was stashed in his pocket.

  Kellan seemed oblivious as he continued to feather kisses along my jaw line and neck. Not wanting our spellbinding moment to be broken, I sighed at the intrusion, but the damn phone just wouldn't shut up. Reluctantly I nodded in the direction of the wretched device, saying with irritancy, "You're pants are vibrating."

  "Hmm?" Kellan moaned against my throat.

  "Your pants...they're vibrating," I repeated firmly.

  "Mmm..." Kellan managed, clearly disinterested.

  Bzzz bzzz. For Pete's sake...how long is it going to go on for? The unwelcome distraction was getting on my last nerve. I managed to wrench myself away from Kellan's grip enough to get his attention, huffing out, "I think it's your phone."

  Shrugging, Kellan leaned back into me, trailing off, "Let it go to voicemail."

  Bzzz bzzz. "Um...they seem pretty adamant," I said, squirming against his grip.

  Unwilling to relinquish me, he continued his avoidance, murmuring, "They'll call back," as he worked his mouth along my collarbones, eliciting a small moan from my throat.

  Bzzz bzzz. Ok, this was getting ridiculous. I shot daggers across the room with my eyes, hoping to penetrate Kellan's jeans and obliterate his phone. But I couldn't ignore the incessant disturbance any longer. It was beginning to feel like Chinese water torture. "Clearly, whoever it is isn't getting the hint," I bit out sarcastically.

  Kellan apprehensively ceased his advancements, leaned his forehead against mine, and sighed, saying, "Don't go anywhere. This will only take a minute." He gently ran his fingers along my lips, and gave me a chaste kiss before stepping away from me to go retrieve the abhorrent device.

  I rolled my eyes at the thought. Where am I gonna go? I'm standing here practically naked. There was no way I was about to let Kellan Haines slip through my fingers this time.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Kellan

  Tearing myself away from Hailey, I begrudgingly ambled to retrieve my phone. I felt like chucking it in the toilet just to silence the damn thing. But when I pulled it from the pocket of my jeans, it showed I had four missed calls from the bar, and a message from Georgia in shouty capital letters that read:

  YOU'RE MIA ON UR FIRST DAY? THE BAND HAS BEEN WAITING ON U FOR AN HOUR!!!

  Fuck! As much as I wanted to continue to stroke every inch of Hailey's waiting body, I knew I had signed up willingly to take over the bar. I had set up a meeting with a primo band that I was hoping to contract as our house band. This wasn't the way to make a great first impression, nor was it good business. Georgia was right, as badly as I wanted to say, 'Fuck it', I couldn't just shirk my responsibilities. I'd put every cent of my savings into this business, and everything I had was on the line.

  The last thing I want to do is let Hailey down. We've only begun to scratch the surface of rekindling our relationship, but what's brewing between us right now has me feeling confident that we can get past everything that has kept us apart. As my punch drunk mind sobers a bit, I realize it's gonna take more than falling back into bed with each other...it's gonna take time and communication to rebuild the trust. But I know she'll understand my priority needs to
be the bar right now. I can't let distractions get in my way.

  Tossing my phone on the bed, I hastily begin to climb back into my jeans with frustration. As I gather up the rest of my clothes that have been recklessly strewn across the floor, Hailey asks, "What's going on? Is everything ok?"

  I nod towards the phone on her bed, grumbling out, "I was supposed to have a meeting with a band at the bar. They've been waiting on me for an hour."

  I peek up at her tentatively, and immediately register the disappointment etched on her face. "Oh," she states simply, casting her eyes down to the floor.

  Taking in a lungful of air, I toss my disheveled clothes on her bed and come to rest in front of her. Tipping her chin, I give her a reassuring smile before turning her around and clasping her bra for her. Sweeping her hair to fall over her shoulders, my eyes travel over the tattoo she had gotten in memory of her mother, and I recant the bond I felt with her that day, as we both adorned our skin as a testament to those we loved so deeply.

  I lean down and feather soft kisses along the tattoo and her neck, reach down to grip her by the hips, and pull her back against my chest as I whisper, "Shouldn't take too long." She moans softly, and my cock begins to harden once more. My will to remain steadfast is quickly evaporating. "I can come back when I finish up...I mean, if you want me to."

  "Mmm hmm," she breathes out, letting her head fall back against my chest.

  "You sure?" I ask with genuine concern. "I mean, it's been a long day. I don't want to keep you up half the night." This is a first...trying to talk yourself OUT of getting laid...

  Turning in my arms, Hailey clasps her hands behind my neck, gives me a coy smile, and says, "That's exactly what I want you to do." Don't have to ask me twice.

  Unable to hide my excitement, my lips curl up into a goofy grin before I plant a quick kiss on her soft lips, and release her from my grip. Grabbing my heap of clothes, and shoving my phone into my back pocket, I say, "Sorry, Princess...I'm way late."

  She leans against the doorframe, a sexy smile playing on her lips, and she nods towards the bed as she purrs, "I'll be waiting."

  Staggering, I fumble to climb into my clothes as I brush past her, making my way to the door. "I'll call you when I'm on my way," I stammer as I volley my eyes from hers to the buttons on my shirt.

  "Don't bother," she says. "I'll leave the door unlocked."

  I grin wide again at the thought of the possibilities tonight has in store for me...for us. Taking a long stride towards her, I kiss her chastely once more. For a moment, there is an awkward charge in the air; I feel like a kid planning my first date. Holding her stare, I slowly walk backwards until my back hits the front door. Never letting my eyes fall from hers, I reach behind myself, turn the knob, and step down blindly onto her front porch. I lift my hand to wave, cooing out, "See you soon, ok?"

  She returns the wave, saying softly, "Bye. See you soon."

  Reluctantly I tear my gaze from hers, and close the door, letting it quietly latch behind me. Shaking myself back to reality, I click twice on my key fob, and jog to my car, cram myself into the driver's seat, and toss my jacket onto the passenger seat, as I simultaneously struggle to find the ignition. Revving my car to life, I sit still for a moment and peer out the window, as a giddy grin forms on my lips before I pull onto the street and quickly accelerate. This is happening. This is really happening!

  ******

  Kellan

  After discarding my jacket in my office, I rushed over to Georgia as she gathered up drinks from the bar and placed them on her cocktail tray. Glancing up to find the band members sitting at a table on the far side of the bar, their legs propped up against chairs they'd gathered near their table, I took note of their laid back demeanor. Although they seemed to be engaged in some conversation amongst themselves, they appeared bored, mindlessly swirling the ice in their sweating glasses with their straws.

  Georgia continued to arrange her customer's drinks neatly on her tray, placing them with their corresponding table tickets, effectively ignoring my presence. I sidled closer to her, leaning into her ear and saying, "They look kinda pissed. Are they pissed?"

  Shrugging she replied simply, "I don't think so." A small smiled played on her lips as she continued, "They seem satisfied with the drinks I've kept coming for them...on the house, of course."

  "What? You've been giving them free drinks for the last hour and a half?" I barked.

  "They're still here, aren't they?" she mused. "Plus they're good tippers...and you owe me for earlier," she said.

  "Well consider us even," I retorted. "They're supposed to be making us money, not drinking our profits," I exclaimed.

  Gathering up her tray with one hand, and placing her other hand on her hip, she said irritably, "I've been babysitting you and your precious bar all damn day, Casanova. So we're nowhere near close to even." Before I had a chance to reply, she turned on her heel and headed into the main area of the bar, which I was pleased to see was bustling with patrons, despite my playing hooky for the last few hours. The fact was, I should've been here, mingling with the customers; playing host, not playing house.

  Rubbing my forehead in contemplation, I sighed heavily, and rolled up my shirtsleeves as I made my way through the crowd to greet the band members. I'd heard through word of mouth that Ashes To Ashes has a good following, doesn't dick around like some of the newbies, and plays most of their own shit, a decent mix of alternative rock combined with the flavor of a traditional rock sound. I wasn't looking for a wannabe band that copped out by playing covers all night. I needed something new and refreshing that would keep the customers coming back for more.

  Before I moved back into town, I'd done my research on them, and after a year or so of playing for some local bars, they ended up getting some recognition from their professional looking YouTube videos, and started getting booked by some of the bigger clubs in neighboring cities. But there were downsides to doing bar tours; traveling costs, constant negotiations, the headache of setting up and tearing down for each show, etc. Being a house band had it's advantages; sleeping in the same bed every night, a guaranteed, steady paycheck, and if we were lucky, we'd both get a chance to continue to cultivate a new and loyal fan base.

  Approaching the table, I put on my smoothest smile, clapped Kyle, the front man, on the back as I came up behind him, and said cheerily, "Hey bro, what's good?"

  Catching him off guard, he turned quickly to face me before his infectious smile spread across his face. I'm as straight as an arrow, and have no interest in the same sex, but I'm not above admitting when another guy is obviously highly attractive to the opposite sex. It's great that these guys have the talent to back up the looks, but let's face it...sex sells, and these guys are oozing testosterone. As it stands, the bar sees it's fair amount of female customers, but I think the general consensus is that the bar is geared more toward men. If we can get more women in the bar, even more men will flock here. In fact, with Kyle's enigmatic flare and personality, it may prove to be harder to get the women out of the door once they're in. And trust me, these guys can reel 'em in.

  As Kyle stood to greet me, we clasped hands, and he pulled me in for a manly hug, responding, "We aren't keeping you from something, are we?"

  Smirking, I replied, "Nah, man, I just had to make a run to the liquor store before you boys drink me out of house and home."

  Kyle and his band members broke out into laughter, filling the immediate surroundings. He spoke up, "Yeah, well Blondie's been keepin' 'em coming. Wouldn't want to insult you by turning down your finest whiskey." The rest of the band raised their glasses in unspoken agreement.

  Chuckling, I said, "Yeah, don't get used to it...I'm just trying to get you fellas drunk so I can take advantage of you. Rumor has it you guys are easy."

  Kyle let out a small laugh, saying, "We may be easy, but we're not cheap." Setting his drink down on the table, he turned to his band mates, sobering a bit before continuing, "Kellan, meet my cohorts." I offered my
hand and nodded in their direction as he introduced each member to me. "Tony here's on bass, Jeff is on drums, and Captain's on lead guitar."

  My brows rose as I questioned, "Why do they call you Captain?"

  The men all snickered as Captain leaned back in his chair, a sly smile creasing his face. Kyle went on to explain with a toothy grin, "Because he tells all the women 'Its not the size of the boat, it's the motion in the ocean'."

  "Jesus, man...I got a feeling we're gonna make some serious cash," I said. I was already seeing dollar signs.

  "Fuckin' right we are, man," Captain piped up, grinning from ear to ear.

  I was grateful for the informal banter, but Hailey was waiting for me, and I needed to get down to business. I clapped my hands and rubbed them together as I said, "So, guys, we ready to talk turkey?"