Frozen

by L. A. Casey

  He groaned and reached up and palmed my breasts in his hands, tweaking my nipples. I hissed and looked down at him and growled as he smirked up at me.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”

  I loved the compliments he gave – each one made me feel more confident than the last.

  I bore down on him and contracted my inner muscles around him once more, and watched as his face lit up with pleasure. I loved that I was making him feel good, and I loved that he was making me feel this good.

  “Neala Girl.” He groaned. “I’m not going to last long.”

  I purred with pleasure that I was the cause of his being about to lose control.

  I picked up my pace and rode him faster. He curled his hands around my arms and squeezed me each time I squeezed him with my internal muscles.

  “Fuck!” he shouted.

  Fuelled on by his shouts I slammed down on him harder and faster, until his body thrust up into me at lightning speed, seeking its release. When he came Darcy’s entire body tensed, while his hips bucked up against me in quick spurts.

  My entire body was flushed with pleasure as I looked down at Darcy’s spent body. I wanted to repeat what we had just done again and again, but I wasn’t greedy. I hadn’t been expecting to orgasm at all during my first sexual experience, but I had, and that was enough for me. I wouldn’t have cared if I never came at all, because it was with Darcy. That made it even more perfect to me.

  Darcy was right: it was an epic act of pleasure.

  “Neala . . . Holy Christ,” he rasped after a few moments.

  He opened his eyes and gazed up at me like I was a goddess, and it made me feel incredibly beautiful.

  “That was amazing; you are amazing. Just . . . wow,” Darcy said as he licked his lips.

  I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. “It was perfect,” I swallowed, then rolled off him, hissing a little when he slid out of me.

  I lay next to Darcy’s panting body for a few minutes just revelling in what had just happened. I couldn’t believe I had had sex. I couldn’t believe I had had sex with Darcy.

  “Oh, my God,” I whispered.

  Darcy was busy removing the condom from himself. He leaned over and tossed it into the little bin next to his bed; then he turned on his side to face me. He placed his hand on my stomach and bent his elbow to rest his chin in his palm.

  “You look stunning,” he said, and smiled down at me.

  I smiled wide. “I feel amazing.”

  Darcy glanced down then back up to me. “Any pain?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  “That’s good.” He smiled. “There is some blood on the sheets under you, and a little on you and me, but it’s completely normal, so don’t worry. Okay?”

  I nodded and looked down.

  I was expecting a lot of blood, but there wasn’t much, so I didn’t worry about it. I should have felt mortified and wanted to do nothing except run to the bathroom and clean myself up, but I was content and happy.

  I just didn’t care.

  I turned to Darcy, pushed him onto his back, and straddled him.

  His hands went to my hips, and he grinned. “Again?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “You were right.” I smiled. “Once with you isn’t enough.”

  I leaned down, covered Darcy’s mouth with mine, and got lost in him once more.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  I woke up to banging.

  Not that kind of banging. I mean banging as in something or someone knocking hard on my house – my front door, to be exact. That was impossible, though, because my doorway was blocked with snow.

  When everything was silent, I put the noise down to my mind hearing things. But I quashed that idea when I heard my name being called by a familiar voice.

  What the hell?

  I opened my eyes and made a move to sit up, but the weight on my chest and torso made that difficult.

  Weight?

  I looked down and blinked my eyes.

  Neala.

  She was sprawled out over me . . . naked.

  Extremely naked.

  The events of last night came crashing into my mind, and caused me to widen my eyes. Neala and I had had some wine, made friends, and called a truce on our antics . . . Then we’d had sex.

  Amazing sex.

  “Fuck,” I whispered.

  I was so screwed.

  I couldn’t believe I’d had sex with her. Twice.

  I’d wanted to – God, I’d really wanted to – but now that I was thinking with the head on my shoulders it didn’t seem like such a good idea. It actually seemed like the worst thing that could have ever happened to either of us, because when Neala woke up shit was going to hit the fan.

  It had to have been the drinks that caused things to escalate between us so quickly.

  There was no way in hell that she would willingly want to shag me right after becoming friends. We had hated each other for fifteen years, and we were both fools if we thought one night in the sack could make us forget about that.

  I pressed my head back into my pillow and closed my eyes.

  What the hell was I thinking?

  I hadn’t meant for sex to happen between us. If anything, Neala was the one who’d pressed the idea, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want her. I hadn’t realised until last night that a lot of my hate for her was simply my wanting what I couldn’t have.

  Well, I’d had her, and it just didn’t seem enough. I wanted her again, and again, and again.

  I thought of all the times that I’d accidentally caught myself thinking of her in a sexual way, or dreaming of her in a sexual way, then of the times when I could have killed the men who looked in her direction a little too long.

  Maybe it really was just a case of wanting the forbidden fruit – she was my friend’s sister and my archenemy, after all . . . But if that was the case, then why did I enjoy having her in my arms so much?

  I looked down to her sleeping form and sighed.

  I liked her, and not just in a sexual way either.

  I liked her.

  Bollocks.

  This was only going to end with my head, and heart, hurting.

  Neala had probably been drunk after the few gulps of wine she’d had, even though she’d seemed fine, and just wanted sex, whereas I think I’d just wanted sex with her.

  That was the difference – I didn’t want just anyone . . . I wanted her.

  “Fuck . . . I want her,” I mumbled to myself, and lifted my free hand to my face and rubbed my eyes.

  Jesus.

  When the hell did all my hate suddenly turn into lust and like for Neala?

  I was mad at myself.

  I felt like my head, my entire body, had pulled a three-sixty and fucked me over.

  What was I going to do?

  Neala wouldn’t feel the same way. I knew she would explode into a fit of rage when she realised what had gone down between us. She would blame me for tricking her into giving me her virginity, and then she would convince herself this was me playing a sick game with her. It would hurt her. It would really hurt her that she had had sex with me if she thought those were my intentions.

  Even if I explained myself and came clean with an explanation that what had happened between us was real, or real for me, she wouldn’t hear it. She would make up her own mind and pit it against me. She always did.

  I was fucked.

  “Darcy?”

  I narrowed my eyes and looked down to Neala, but she was still sleeping, so she couldn’t have said my name.

  Who the fuck was that?

  I very carefully removed myself from Neala’s hold. I grabbed the pillow from behind my head and put it in her arms so she would still have something to hold on to. She mumbled my name in her sleep, and it caused me to freeze.

  Was she dreaming of me?

  I shook the thought from my head when I heard the banging noise from outside again, and more than one voice this time
. I carefully slipped out of my bed when I was sure Neala wasn’t disturbed. I grabbed a pair of boxers from the bottom drawer of my dresser and put them on. I tiptoed my way over to my bedroom door, gently opened it, then stepped out into my hallway, closing it behind me.

  “Darcy? Mate, you in there?”

  “Of course he’s in there, you bloody eejit; they’re trapped.”

  I found myself smiling when Sean’s and Justin’s arguing voices could be heard plain as day. I walked over to my front door and banged on it twice.

  “I’m here,” I called out.

  I heard both my brother and Sean cheer, which made me laugh.

  “Told you she wouldn’t kill him; pay up,” Justin’s voice happily stated.

  They’d bet on my life?

  “It could have gone either way, you prick. Here,” Sean grunted in response.

  They were both pricks.

  “You’re both something else, you know that?” I shouted.

  “Yeah, we know,” they both replied in unison, then laughed.

  I smiled and shook my head.

  I placed my hand on the handle of my door and pressed down. With a little tug the door pulled open and a fair amount of snow spilled into my hallway. I stepped in it and yelped as I jumped backward.

  “Fuck, that’s cold,” I hissed.

  I looked up at the same time Justin and Sean looked at me. Sean took one glance at me and narrowed his eyes. He looked back to Justin who grinned at me in amusement.

  “What’s with you two?” I asked.

  Justin scratched the back of his head and fully smiled at me while Sean glared.

  “Seriously, what?” I pressed.

  Justin nodded to my chest; so I looked down to see what the big deal was. When I spotted what had both of the lads acting weird, I tensed and instantly held my hands up as I looked back up to Sean.

  “Sean . . . Mate . . .”

  Sean shook his head. “She’s twenty-five; I can’t say anything, but fuck, man . . . She’s my little sister.”

  I looked back down to my chest and at the large red scratches across it that Neala had caused during the second round of sex last night, and decided to get them both seeing my back out of the way, because it hurt ten times more than my chest did. I held my breath and turned around.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Sean growled.

  I turned back around and grimaced. “If it’s any consolation, they sting like fuck.”

  Sean grunted. “Good. I’m glad it hurts, you bastard.”

  I looked down and couldn’t help but grin.

  When I looked back up to Sean he was looking past me. “Where is she?”

  I jammed my thumb over my shoulder. “Bedroom.”

  Both my brother and Sean shook their heads.

  “I can’t believe this. You both really shagged?” Justin asked.

  Sean looked like he was about to cry or be sick.

  Possibly both.

  I groaned, “What happened to saying Merry Christmas?”

  “Merry Christmas,” they both said, and then Justin repeated, “Did you shag?”

  I blushed slightly, then laughed in response, along with a one-shouldered shrug.

  “This is the worst Christmas ever,” Sean grumbled.

  I momentarily felt bad for him – he knew I’d had sex with his little sister. That must be a horrible thing to hear. I was impressed with his composure, though; Neala was everything to Sean, so I wondered how much restraint he was using to stop himself from beating me senseless.

  I laughed at Sean and gestured them into the house. “Awkwardness aside, thanks for digging us out. I tried doing it two days ago and the fucking makeshift tunnel I made collapsed on me.”

  Justin widened his eyes as he glanced to Sean, then back to me. “Fuck. Were you hurt?”

  I grunted. “Only me pride, because Neala had to pull me out.”

  Sean and Justin looked at one another, and after a moment they both burst into laughter.

  Dickheads.

  “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. I was close to blacking out because I couldn’t breathe.”

  That put a sock in the hyenas’ laughter.

  “Fuck,” Justin muttered.

  Sean nodded. “Glad you’re okay, man, but I’m sort of happy that you almost died. It makes me feel better about you and Neala . . . you know.”

  Yeah, I knew.

  I looked up at the sky and smiled. “I never thought I’d be this happy to see the sky. I don’t think we would have lasted much longer in there. The power cut out three days ago.”

  Justin looked at me, his face frozen. “Was there anything for you both to eat?”

  I shook my head. “My cooker is electric, so we had to eat beans and stuff, because everything I bought needed to be cooked. I’m out a couple of hundred quid this week already; all me food in the fridge is spoiled, so I have to buy everything fresh.”

  Justin raked his hand through his hair, while Sean looked down at the shovel that was in his hand and twirled it around.

  Odd.

  “Was everyone affected like us?” I asked Justin, who looked perplexed. “You said you were snowed in too when I rang the other day.”

  He gnawed on his lower lip. “Yeah, man, but it wasn’t as bad as you and Neala had it. Everyone helped out everyone else in the village, but it was . . . difficult to get up here with the roads being so bad.”

  I nodded in understanding.

  “Yeah, I bet it was bad . . . but it’s clear now?”

  Sean and Justin nodded. They momentarily reminded me of robots.

  “Yeah,” Sean said. “The council gritted the roads so they’re easier to drive on now.”

  That was some good news.

  I was about to tell my brother and Sean that, but I hesitated when I caught them exchanging glances. I looked down at myself to make sure I wasn’t sporting an awkward boner, but when I saw I was wood-free I looked back to the lads.

  “What’s wrong with you both?”

  Sean gnawed on his inner cheek. “Nothing, lad. I’m just wondering how you aren’t cold. I’m freezing me arse off here and I’m fully clothed. You’re in underpants and you aren’t even shivering.”

  The cold was bothering me, but I was just stalling from moving away from the door, because as soon as they stepped inside my house it wasn’t just me and Neala anymore.

  “His morning mattress dancing probably still has him warm,” Justin teased.

  I was about to correct him, but I let his comment lie when Sean came at him with his shovel raised.

  “I’m messing!” Justin screeched, and fell backward into a huge pile of snow.

  I burst out laughing and so did Sean.

  “No joking about sex when it involves me little sister, ever.”

  Justin groaned as he got to his feet and brushed the snow from his clothes. “Noted.”

  I held up my hands and nodded to Sean so he knew I’d got the memo. I mean, if he came at Justin and threatened him with a shovel for playfully teasing about sex with Neala, I’d hate to think what he’d do to me if I pissed him off for actually having sex with her.

  It wouldn’t end well for me – that was for sure.

  I looked behind me, and when I saw my bedroom door was still closed I gestured for the lads to come into my house.

  “Come in; she’s still out,” I said.

  I walked down the hallway to my sitting room and opened the door.

  I smiled when light filled the room instead of darkness.

  “I shovelled most of the snow and cleared it away from the glass – I was hoping to scare you if you were in here,” Justin said from behind me.

  I entered my sitting room and laughed. “Cheers for that, you prick.”

  The lads froze behind me as they looked through the door.

  “You actually finished decorating?” Justin asked, more than surprised from the look on his face.

  I smiled. “Not me – Neala.”

  “Sounds like her.”
Sean commented.

  I nodded.

  He grimaced then. “So . . . what’s happening now with you both?”

  My stomach dropped at the question, because I honestly had no idea.

  “I guess we’ll go back to our old ways and do what we normally do – hate each other.”

  I didn’t want it to be that way, but the Neala I knew wouldn’t let go of things so easily. We had had fifteen years of problems, and I just couldn’t see Neala forgetting about that after one night together.

  Justin furrowed his eyebrows at me while Sean full-on glared.

  I swallowed and blew out a breath. “I know it sounds harsh, trust me, I don’t want to say it, but when she wakes up and realises what’s happened she will go crazy.”

  Sean stepped forward. “Realises what’s happened?”

  Oh shite.

  I’d worded that terribly.

  “She knows what’s happened, last night . . . We were caught up in the moment. What I mean is that she’s gonna regret what we did. I know how she is, and the blame will, as usual, fall at my feet. It’s going to ruin what was said before the sex happened. It’s too good to be true.”

  Justin frowned. “What was said?”

  I scratched my neck. “We made friends, and called an indefinite truce on our bullshit. We were pretty happy last night, and then we necked down a lot of wine and, bam. Sex.”

  It was weird now that I thought of it. I had drunk a fair amount of wine, and so had Neala, but we had both been sober. At most I’d probably felt a tiny bit tipsy, but I hadn’t even noticed it, so I can say for certain the drinking hadn’t made us lose control; we had done that all on our own.

  Sean pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, man.”

  I forced a smile. “Me too.”

  Justin continued to frown at me. “Do you regret what happened between the pair of you?”

  I was torn.

  “I don’t regret making friends with Neala, but I do regret having sex with her. I mean, not the initial act but the impending aftermath . . . It was just a mistake. I can’t believe I thought it would actually be good for us and that it could be a step in a new direction. I was wrong. The best thing for us is just being platonic friends and—”

  “And what?”

  I froze, Justin froze, and even Sean froze.

  The lads took a step away from one another and revealed a beautifully flushed Neala wrapped in my bed sheets. She was a thing of elegance, and just as I was about to smile at her I looked into her eyes, her hurt eyes, and my heart cracked.