IcySeduction (5 page)

She rubbed her foot and ankle, first one then the other.
Everything that had happened up north seemed like a dream—a very confusing
dream. How could she have done those things with Jake? She blushed just
thinking about it. She knew she could never stand to see him again no matter
how horny the memory made her. He would know her moment of weakness, her moment
of sluttiness. What if he told one of her friends or coworkers? God, she’d die.

If she could just get rid of this damn restless feeling. She’d
dreamed about him last night, but the dream had swished away once consciousness
hit her. Good. She didn’t want to remember. When she thought about the bathroom
at the airport, she swore she’d been possessed by a demon. That could not have
possibly been her. Since that had been a public place, she felt even more
embarrassed than when she’d been with Jake in his room. She actually felt
queasy whenever she remembered it. How could she for one second imagine
doing…whatever…with another woman? She’d scared herself good with her
recklessness. She’d had her adventure. Good. She wouldn’t wonder anymore. Now
she needed to step away from the edge and return to normal life.

A shadow fell over her feet, then her skirt. She looked up
and saw the silhouette of a man who she immediately recognized as her coworker
Kyle. They’d dated on and off for the past year—dinners and make-out sessions—but
he’d never tried to push her for more and she knew he dated other women as
well. He’d told her once he wasn’t ready for a relationship, so he wasn’t ready
to jump into bed with anyone. A nice attitude, a rare attitude, and one that
might lead others to question his sexuality, but he had that confidence that
said he knew how he wanted to run his life and rumors wouldn’t change that.

“No rush to get home?” He had a bulky, muscular build that
seemed so at odds with his business attire. He’d taken her kayaking one weekend
and it had been amazing to watch those well-defined muscles work so hard.

“Not sure if I want to sit at home with the TV and a book or
catch a movie or something.” She shaded her eyes with her hand as she squinted
up at him. His blond hair touched his collar. During the summer months, it
turned almost white from so much time in the sun. “I’m just restless, I guess.”

“Would you like me to help you with that?” There was no
sexual innuendo in his serious tone.

“Do you feel like doing something tonight?”

“Do you ice skate?”

She smiled. “Sort of. My butt’s very good at sliding on the
ice.” He pulled her up to standing and she could finally see his features
clearly. Suddenly a shot of desire flashed through her. It was weird, though. She’d
never felt this strong pull on any of their previous dates.

“How about you go home and change and unwind and I’ll pick
you up at eight.”

“Just what I need.” She leaned forward and hugged him and
she suddenly wanted to climb all over him. As she drove home she felt all
sensitized again, like in the airport, but she wasn’t fantasizing about Kyle.
Her fantasies all centered on Jake. This would be the perfect chance to dispel
her desire for Jake. She was going to go to bed with Kyle… He just didn’t know
it yet.

Jeans and a low-cut, thin sweater with a heavier buttoned
sweater over that allowed her to be warm at the rink but shed a layer anywhere
else. She finished her makeup standing in front of the hall mirror so she could
keep an eye out the window. Not one to waste time acting reserved and
mysterious, she went out as soon as Kyle drove up in his Audi. She was who she
was. He got out and opened her door for her. God, she loved the smell of
leather seats.

“So do you want fine dining or hotdogs at the rink?”

“Hotdogs sound good to me.”

She was grateful to have Kyle’s arm when she first got out
on the ice since she seemed to have forgotten some skating fundamentals, like
how to stop. His substantial arm held her steady. And like learning how to ride
a bike, she gradually skated on her own. She’d never be a great skater, but she
could at least go fast enough to feel a breeze on her face and glide her feet
in time to the music. Kyle was charming as usual but Christine was uncommonly
turned-on. She realized it wasn’t because of Kyle specifically. When he’d left
the rink and she tripped over a ridge in the ice and nearly fell face first, male
arms caught her. A rich laugh sent her nerves zinging, and though she’d never
seen this man in her life, she wanted to drag him to the bleachers to make out.
Holy shit, she hadn’t turned into a slut overnight, had she? More than ever,
she knew she wanted to bed Kyle, not only because of a great date but because
she felt like a pressure cooker needing someone to trigger the release valve. Another
night with a vibrator wasn’t going to quell this.

“Come up for a nightcap?” she asked once he driven up to the
front of her building. Her voice was husky and she leaned toward him, giving him
a view of her cleavage.

“You sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure, and I’m not expecting any strings, so don’t
worry about your relationship status.”

He gave her a crooked smile. “All right then.”

Once in her apartment, she said, “My bar is limited and my
wine selection cheap. What would you like?”

“Whisky?”

She held up a bottle. “Got that here. Do you want it with
Coke or something?”

“No, straight up will do. What do you think of shots?”

“Hell, yeah.” Since Christine disliked whiskey, she filled a
shot glass with tequila and went to sit next to Kyle on the couch.

She really liked the wrinkles around his eyes when he
smiled. “Bottoms up.” One swallow and his glass was empty. Christine followed
suit.
Mmm, warmth and mellowness.

“One more round?”

She nodded and filled their glasses again. They drank and
sat their glasses on the top of her squat, heavy coffee table. He cupped her
chin with his warm hand and kissed her.

* * * * *

Jake’s eyes snapped open. He was in bed before eleven
because he had to drive an early shift tomorrow, but he’d been having a very
hard time sleeping. He kept dreaming about Christine, hot dreams blending his
recent memories with fantasy. Good dreams to have, but his bedroom was starting
to feel uncomfortably warm even with the blanket kicked off.

But something outside the dream had startled him. He tried to
blink the sleep out of his eyes. Was it a sound? The normal noise of the city
filtered through the walls, car alarms, honking horns and arguments. Because he
was Dean’s father, he had no problem picking up the sound of Dean’s deep sleep.
What about a smell? Smoke? He smelled Chinese food from the restaurant across
the street and exhaust from the ever-awake cars below. He thought one of the
apartments on his floor had a smoker because he smelled burning cigarette and
sulfur from the once-lit match, but no out-of-the-ordinary smoke or burning
smell.

His eyes had been closed, so it obviously wasn’t something
he’d seen. He relaxed his head on the pillow. What the hell was it? Probably
part of his dream, which he couldn’t remember now. He tried to relax back into
sleep and that was when he felt her, not like a skin-to-skin touch, but rather
an awareness.

He sat straight up. “Fuck!” Christine was kissing another
man. Several states away, but he knew it was true because he could hear their
lips mashing together and smell whiskey and some strange guy’s cologne. “God!”

He closed his eyes and focused on that awareness, Christine’s
consciousness or something like that. “You’re mine, only mine.” His voice was
fierce, but he was talking to his empty bedroom. He had no idea if Christine
could sense him at this point.

He launched himself out of bed and stomped to the kitchen
for a beer, distracted while he twisted open the bottle and examined the
interior of the fridge for something to snack on. He settled for some chips in
the cabinet. Food, beer, TV on, he stretched out on the couch and tried to
concentrate on the late shows, switching between two channels. He took a long
swig of beer and another feeling crashed through him. His balls tightened and
his dick stiffened because Christine was aroused and being touched in places
that were only for Jake.

More beer. Dammit, was there some way to stop her? Call her
in the middle of the night? Was she even home? And say what, “I’m your mate for
life, so get your ass away from that jerk”? That would go over well and make
him sound like a nut case.

He closed his eyes and rode the wave of her desire, his dick
hard and pressing against the front of his briefs. Maybe he should jerk off and
ignore the rest, but he couldn’t ignore his woman being kissed and touched by
someone else. He was jealous as hell. Couldn’t she feel the same pull as he
did? No, she was human. Had she forgotten what they’d shared in such a short
amount of time? With a low growl, he squeezed the beer bottle until it shattered.
Great, he was about to drip blood onto the couch adding to the spill of beer.
But then he felt the worst kick in the gut. He doubled over and tried to
squeeze out the knowledge.

He was on top of her. This interloper was about to fuck his
woman.

* * * * *

While making out on the couch, Christine had had this weird
sensation of eyes opening, watching her. It wasn’t a vision—she had no idea
whose eyes, but it brought her out of her haze of arousal for a moment. For
just a moment, she became fully aware of Kyle’s kisses, just a bit too wet, his
tongue not quite doing it for her. She felt as if she was going through the
motions, but she was determined to sleep with Kyle. She needed to prove to
herself that she still enjoyed vanilla sex and that the who didn’t have to be
Jake. When Kyle had suggested they try out her bed, she’d led him to her
bedroom. He watched her strip and followed suit, pulling a condom from his
pocket.

“Always prepared,” he whispered with a smirk, lowering
himself next to her on the bed. His kisses and touches felt great physically
but her mind kept getting distracted by that feeling of being observed. Kyle
perched over her, his dick solid, not overly long but nice and thick. She ran
her palms up and down his chest and stomach as he settled his legs between
hers. Christine reminded herself that she was enjoying everything Kyle was
doing to her, sucking her breasts, swirling his fingers in her dampness, which
was proof that she was fully into it…

Except she wasn’t.

Kyle’s cock was close to her entrance. Any second that thick
shaft would fill her up. And she wanted something to fill her up. She’d been so
horny ever since she’d left Jake. She bucked her hips, wanting playtime to be
over, just wanting so badly to fuck.

Then she threw up…a lot.

“Holy shit!” Kyle jumped away from her. “What happened?”

Christine couldn’t talk because she felt more bile crawling
up her throat. She dashed to the bathroom and barely hit the toilet before the
next wave. After a couple of minutes, she was left with only dry heaves. She
leaned her cheek against the cool porcelain, but there was an all-over
crappiness in her mouth and nostrils and throat. She’d had the flu a year ago
but luckily no one had been around to witness her many dashes to the bathroom.

“Christine, are you all right?” Kyle didn’t approach the
bathroom, but she gave him props for not running screaming from her apartment.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked.

“Man, maybe it was that hotdog at the rink. Not exactly
quality cuisine. Gross, but not at all your fault.” She heard both humor and
concern in his voice. She tossed a clean towel from where she sat into the
bedroom in case he needed it. She knew she was too lightheaded to stand and she
knew this had nothing to do with the hotdog, because at the same time her
stomach started to churn and heave, Kyle’s eyes turned into Jake’s and he
looked pissed. Maybe her body was just telling her she didn’t feel right doing
this with Kyle, but Jake’s eyes had been crystal clear and piercing and she had
the certainty that he knew what she was about to do. But how could he?

Feeling safe to stand, she flushed the toilet, washed her
face and brushed her teeth, but she needed a shower desperately. She peeked out
of the bathroom to find Kyle fully dressed sitting on her bed. “I’m so sorry.”

“No big deal.”

“Can we do a rain check…or maybe not?” She frowned. She knew
she couldn’t attempt this with Kyle again. “I had such a good time tonight,
though. Thank you.”

He stood and crossed the room in two strides so he could
peck her cheek—very brave of him in Christine’s opinion. “Call me if you need
anything, like a drive to the emergency room.”

“Otherwise you’ll see me at work.”

He smiled a bit sadly. “Yes. See you Monday.”

Christine was incredibly grateful that Kyle was such a decent
man, waiting to see if she was okay and not blowing out swear words at her
puking on him. Not many men could deal with that. She knew from experience,
from the many times she’d suffered from a hangover and the guy she was with
wanted nothing to do with her, but she’d never thrown up during sex before.
That was new. Geez! And because Kyle was a decent man, she knew he wouldn’t go
into work and blab about her.

She took a brief, scalding shower, dried off, threw on a
robe and went in search of some Pepto. Logically it should have been in the
bathroom medicine cabinet, but she had an eclectic array of OTC meds in the
breadbox in the kitchen. Her organizational skills applied to her work only. She
forgot every principle once she got home. The bread, of course, was in her
fridge. As she grabbed the pink bottle, her phone rang. She once again saw Jake’s
glaring eyes as if he stood right in front of her. She picked up the phone.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She ignored his attitude, choosing instead to
hyperventilate. How had she known with a certainty that it was Jake on the
phone?