by Alexa Riley
“Are you running from me, kiska?”
She screams and nearly slips, but I’m there to catch her and pull her against me.
“Get out of here! What are you doing?”
I look down at her where she holds the towel between us and smile. “Chasing you. Isn’t that what you want?”
“No,” she snaps quickly, but it’s too quick, and we both know it’s a lie.
“You didn’t give me time to explain.” There’s hurt in her eyes as she jerks away from my hold and moves past me. I get an eyeful of her big round ass and she spins around to cover it.
“I want you to leave.” That stubborn chin of her rises and it almost brings me to my knees. Does she know the power she has over me?
“Nyet.” I step forward, and she steps back.
“I’ll call the cops,” she threatens, and I shake my head.
“No, you will not.” I take another step forward, and she backs into the sink behind her.
“Frost.” Her voice is shaky as I bring a hand up and trace the curve of her face I love so much.
“Why do you fight me?”
* * *
“Who was that woman?” she demands, and the fire in her eyes makes me burn for her. I don’t miss that she’s changing the subject.
“A woman my mother is demanding that I marry.” She blinks a few times at me, and perhaps she’s surprised by my honesty. “I know her from when I was younger. Her family is connected, and my parents leech off of their friendship.”
“Oh.” Cookie looks around like she’s trying to decide where to put her anger.
“Kiska.” I take her chin in my hand and force her to look at me. “She is nothing to me, only a weapon to my mother.”
“Why is your mom doing that? And why would that woman agree to it? It seems sad and desperate to chase after someone that doesn't want you.”
“I am not entirely sure that Chel knows this is manipulation.” I shrug as I trace the edge of her jaw with my thumbs. “My mother will do anything to get what she wants, including arranging a false marriage. I don’t know the lengths she’ll go to in order to have me bend, but I know that when she wants something bad enough, she will use force.”
“I’m sorry, I—”
“Nyet.” I cut her off. “I am sorry that I didn’t explain sooner what she is capable of. But know that I would never do anything to hurt you.”
“Frost.” She lets out a long sigh. “I still don’t think this is a good idea.”
“That’s easy,” I whisper, leaning in and licking a drop of water off her neck. “Don’t think, just feel.”
I move my mouth lower and over her collarbone. I kiss her there and drink in the water that clings to her soft skin. She closes her eyes, and her head falls back. I take the towel between us and toss it away.
Her breasts are bare, and I put my face between them as I lick the curve of them and the shell of her nipples. She moans as I tease her and graze my teeth over the tight peak. Her body responds as they pucker, and my mouth waters to taste them.
“So perfect,” I tell her in Russian as I lose all ability to translate. I can’t think when her naked body is before me, and I fall to my knees in front of her.
My hands grip the width of her hips, and I suck on her nipples one after the other. Her fingers dig into my hair as I keep doing it until she rolls her hips forward, demanding attention there too.
I kiss my way down her stomach and bite the little curve of her belly. She hisses when I graze my teeth lower and then put my hand on the back of her thigh. I pull it up and rest it on my shoulder as I open her for my mouth.
* * *
“Kiska, you smell like petals.” I trace my knuckle over her lower lips, looking up at her. She watches me with wide eyes as I place a kiss there. “You are soft like roses here.”
“Frost.” She grips my hair, silently begging me to give her what she needs.
In this moment there is nothing I would deny her. Not my mouth, my cock, my soul.
“Da, I will give you what you want, kiska.”
Chapter 7
Cookie
Want isn't the word I’d use. What I need is for him to make me cum. I have one hand digging into his hair and the other braced on the sink behind me. I can’t pull my eyes away from Frost as his warm breath tickles my sex. My nipples are so hard it’s almost painful, which I never knew was a thing. How can something hurt and feel good at the same time?
If he’ll give me anything I want, then why isn't he? My body is screaming for it, and he knows it. I need to cum like the last time we were in a bathroom together. I’ve tried to give myself that relief since then, but my fingers were never going to be as good as his. I try and push his head against me, but he doesn’t move.
“Ask for it.” He blows on my sex, making me whimper. He nips my thigh when I try to get closer.
“Please, Frost.” I start to beg because there’s no fighting this man. When he gets his hands on me, I lose all control.
“Please what?” His words are lazy, and there’s no urgency to them at all. He blows on my sex again, and I want to smack him. It’s not exactly possible with his head between my legs, but I’m desperate.
“Make me cum!” I shout.
I know it’s not going to take much to send me over the edge. I’d already been thinking about him when I was in the shower, playing out one of the many fantasies I’ve had about him. I couldn't get myself off today when I normally can without a problem. This time there was nothing, my body went on strike, but now that he’s here, the floodgates are open.
“Anything for you, kiska,” he says before he buries his face against my sex.
I knew I was close, because the first time his tongue slides across my clit, I cum. My fingers tighten in his hair, and my face flushes with heat. I don’t know if it’s from the orgasm or the embarrassment of cumming so quickly.
He says something in Russian before he’s on me again. His tongue swipes quickly over my clit before sucking it into his mouth.
“Stop,” I beg him because my clit is too sensitive. My whole body jerks at the sensation; it’s one I’ve never felt before. He gives me a few more licks, his eyes locking with mine.
“Do you really want me to stop?”
Stop? Why on earth would he ever stop?
“No!” I blurt out.
* * *
My body is still as needy as it was before the orgasm, and that’s all the encouragement he needs to hear before his mouth is back on me. When he pushes his tongue inside my body, my hips thrust forward. He keeps thrusting it in and out of me as if he’s fucking me, and I cry out. He pulls his mouth away and replaces his tongue with a finger as he goes back to licking my clit.
“Frost,” I breathe. I’ve never felt anything so wonderful before.
He adds another finger, and I keep rocking my hips with each thrust. I enjoy the small burn I feel as he makes both fingers fit inside. I close my eyes and picture him on top of me. It’s not his fingers making me feel so full; instead it’s his cock.
“Eyes on me, kiska, or I stop.” I open my eyes at his warning. “I want you to know who is doing this to your body. Who put that look on your face. I want to know you’re thinking of me and only me.”
Who the hell else would I be thinking of? The man takes up all my thoughts. It doesn't matter if he’s eating me out or not. It’s been that way since I first laid my eyes on him at Thanksgiving.
My sister asked me to take a drink to Frost. He’d only just gotten there, and I’d been in the kitchen cooking. When I walked into the living room, his eyes locked with mine. I could see the irritation that was on his face slip away and a smirk form on his lips. I’d initially thought he wanted into my pants and that he was being charming to get lucky. I’m still not sure what the hell he wants, but if it’s getting into my pants, he’s getting it.
When I watch us in the mirror, I see my face is flushed, but there’s something else there in my eyes. For the first time in my life, I feel sexy. Not
cute or adorable like people often say, but sexy and powerful.
Frost devours me, and I look down so I can watch him make me cum. Another orgasm pushes down on me, and I hear him groan like he’s getting as much pleasure as I am. The sound of his groan sends me over the edge, and I cry out his name.
The pleasure hums through my body, and I can’t do anything but lie back and let it happen. My whole body goes lax as Frost lifts me into his arms. He carries me into my bedroom and lays me down.
I open my eyes to look up at him, but he didn't turn on the light. Thankfully, the moonlight coming through my window is enough to light up my room and I can see him clearly.
He stares at me for a long moment. I came twice, and seeing him over me like this, I still want more. I even want to do something to him. It’s unfair that I’m naked and he’s got all his clothes on. I want to know what he looks like under all the suits he wears, and I want his naked body against mine.
He starts to say something, but the sound of the garage door opening gets our attention. My mom and dad are home.
* * *
Russian words spill from his lips, and then those lips are on mine a moment later. The kiss is hard, and I can feel that he’s telling me this is far from over.
I watch as he goes over to my window and opens it. “Sleep, kiska. You don’t have many more nights here.”
Then he’s gone out my window. I jump up from my bed and rush over to look out, but I don’t see him anywhere. I close the window and lock it as an empty feeling settles in my chest.
Mom calls my name, and I rush into bed, pulling the covers over me. A few moments later I hear my door open, but I keep my eyes closed. It closes quickly, and I let out a sigh of relief. We could have been caught…why does the thrill of that turn me on?
It’s Frost. Everything always goes back to him. He’s starting to own parts of me, and I don’t think I’ll ever get them back.
Chapter 8
Frost
“More coffee?” Cookie’s mother Rose asks, and I nod.
“Da, please.” Her father Winter is on the other side of the table eating some of the treats I brought them this morning.
“I think the cinnamon ones are my favorite,” he decides but then takes another bite of the maple.
“Next time we will have to drive to the other side of town.” I lean in close as if we are sharing a secret. “I hear they have a blueberry cheesecake.”
“Don’t tease me, son,” he laughs, but when he calls me son, something in my chest tightens.
I’m close with Cookie’s family because of Miller and Pumpkin. I’m especially close with her father Winter because of our shared love of donut holes. He’s got a sweet tooth almost as big as mine, but the fun has been in exploring places that specialize in them.
If Cookie were not in the picture, I would still want to spend time with her family. The fact that they are her parents is an added bonus. My only worry is that they may realize that I’m not good enough for her, and I wouldn’t blame them. I worry I’m not good enough for her either.
I hear her coming down the stairs, and my heart warms. Just being in her home surrounded by those that love her makes me feel better. But seeing her is like taking a breath of fresh air after being in a coal mine all day.
Her messy hair is piled on top of her head, and she’s in an old ratty bathrobe. I smile as I sit at the table and wait for her to see me.
“Morning,” she yawns as she walks over to the coffee pot. “I’ve got the worst gas.”
I smother a burst of laughter when she spins around and faces me with a look of horror on her face.
“Good morning,” I say, and her face brightens as she scowls at her parents.
“Nobody could warn me?” She throws her hands up, and I walk over to give her a hug.
She buries her face in my chest as her parents fall into fits of laughter.
“I would like the floor to open up and swallow me,” she mumbles against my chest.
“Nyet.” I shake my head when she finally looks up at me. “Then you would not be here for me to tease.”
“You will never let me live this down, will you?”
I smile, not answering as I lean down and kiss her forehead. For a moment she stiffens as she looks to her parents, but at that moment they pretend to be preoccupied with tasting the donut holes.
* * *
“Why are you here?” She leans back as if realizing I’m in her house.
“I wanted to spend the day with you. Your mother says you are free,” I say matter-of-factly.
“Oh, am I?” She peers around me, but once again Rose is ignoring her, humming softly to herself while wiping down the counter.
“I’m a little busy.” She shrugs and tries to pull away.
“Get dressed or I’m taking you like this.” I lean in close and put my lips to her ear. “Which I wouldn’t mind.”
She pulls her robe closed and pretends to huff, but I can see her fighting a smile. I let her go, and she walks up the stairs and into her bedroom.
“I’ve always said it’s going to take a strong man to love that one,” Winter says as he leans back in his seat and reads the newspaper.
“Da.” I nod, taking my seat across from him again. “She was raised by a strong man.”
When he looks up, he smiles at me, and I have to look down at my hands. I was never close to my own father, but I would be proud to be considered Winter’s son.
Cookie walks ahead of me on the sidewalk, and I reach out and take her hand. “Wait, look at this one.” I point to the window display, and this one has little houses with people ice skating around them. “It looks so real.”
“Okay, this one is my favorite,” she says, moving in close.
“You have said that about the last dozen.”
She beams up at me as she tugs me to the next one. “I can’t help it if they’re all so beautiful. Oh! This one is a hot cocoa fountain!”
She bounces on the balls of her feet, and I’ve never seen her so happy. We’ve spent the day walking around the streets of downtown and looking in the store windows. All of the businesses here convert their storefronts during the holidays, creating festive and imaginative displays.
I heard Cookie mention a few weeks ago that she hadn’t gone to see them since she was little. I don’t have many special memories from my childhood, and I thought I could borrow some of hers. I’ve spent the day imagining what it would be like to see her as a little girl with this kind of excitement. I’m not sure my heart could handle it.
Glancing up and down the street, I take her hand and lead her to a side alley between the buildings. When I take her by the hips and push her against the building, she looks up at me with mischievous eyes.
“What are you doing?” she whispers as I lean in close.
* * *
“Trying to control myself.” When I kiss her, she opens for me, and I taste the sweet gingerbread she had when we were ice skating.
I grab her ass with both hands, and she moans into my mouth.
“My ass is still sore from falling.”
“I told you I would kiss it better.” I rub my nose against hers, and she laughs. “Stay with me tonight, kiska. Let me kiss you again.” I cup her pussy over her jeans, and she pushes into my hand. “You are needy for me?”
“What do you expect? I’ve been staring at a hot Russian all day who keeps buying anything I look at for more than three seconds and can’t keep his hands off me.”
“You deserve to be spoiled.” I kiss her again, and her arms come up around my neck.
All day she’s melted the icy wall she had between us. I don’t know what made the turn for her, but now that she is supple in my arms, I don’t want to lose this. I’m afraid that a night away will make her change her mind, and I can’t start over. I’m desperate for her to melt into my arms and stay in my bed forever.
“Yes, but you can’t just buy me jewels. What on earth am I going to do with a tiara?”
> My smile is wicked as I look down her body. “It would please me to see you dripping in diamonds.” I cock my head to the side. “And nothing else.”
We stay in the alcove for a long time just kissing and touching. I want more, but we are in a public place, and waiting will make it all the sweeter.
“Let me feed you,” I say, giving her one more quick kiss before I take her hand and pull her back out onto the street.
“Suddenly I’m starving.” She winks at me, and I love the playful side she’s been showing me today.
There’s a little taco restaurant at the end of the block, and we go inside. You have to order at the counter and then take your food to the table, so I step back and look at the menu. “What would you like, kiska?”
She hums as she reads over her options and then turns to me and smiles. “Surprise me. I need to run to the restroom.”
“So you trust me?” I hedge, pulling her close.
“Da,” she answers, and my blood heats.
“You should run, little kitten, before I eat you right here in the middle of the restaurant.”
* * *
I watch her go and then wait in line to order. I decide to order a lot of tacos so that there is sure to be something she likes. The man behind the register looks at me funny when I ask for so many, but I pay and smile because nothing could spoil my good mood.
I grab our drinks and take a seat by the window to wait for our food. I keep glancing back at the restroom, hoping she won’t be much longer, but when they deliver the tacos, I know it’s been too long. I tell the guy at the register to keep an eye on our food as I go to the back in search of Cookie.
There are two restrooms, and both are marked as unisex. I knock on the first door and it swings open. There’s no one inside. When I get to the next one, it’s locked, and I knock softly.
