Page 12 of Surge of Ice

“Is he going to keep his hands to himself?”

I slide my hands over her waist, grinning.

Aydan stands to his full height.

“Shower. Go,” Sam says.

He hesitates, then goes.

When the bathroom door closes, I move my hands over her pussy, rubbing her through her pants. “I think we have time with him gone…”

She gives a breathy little moan. “I’m not doing that to him.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, hard and frustrated.

I try to step away from her, then step back, then away from her, rubbing my hands over my head. It takes everything in me to leave the kitchen area and go back to the living room, where I open the second bottle of vodka and take a long swig of it.

Every movement Sam makes as she finishes the soup and puts it out on the table seems to be an act of seduction. Every time she bends over, I picture myself sliding right into her. When she tastes the soup, her lips are all I can see, and I vividly imagine those lips wrapped around me. When she touches things, I can just imagine her hands on me.

I’m horny and aching when Aydan steps out of the shower… completely naked. He gives me a wink, then struts over to get something to wear. Of course Sam is staring at him, because that’s who this is all about. Sam.

It’s hard not to be pissed though. I’m a well-endowed man. But, of course, Aydan is too. I wanted his fucking dick to be like a shriveled up sausage. Or some lonely cut of meat leftover from making a thin hot dog. It’s not though. It might be a photo finish to see which of us is bigger.

I glare. And glare.

He puts on a pair of boxers similar to mine and then goes to the kitchen to give Sam a kiss while the hail changes pace overhead, getting even harder, even though I hadn’t thought that was possible. Of course he presses himself against her as he does so, and she leans in to him, as if starved for his attention.

I seriously might have to murder this guy and leave his body somewhere no one will ever find it.

“Dinner?” Sam suggests sweetly, looking in my direction.

Adjusting my boner, I get up and head to the table. What follows next is the most torturous meal I’ve ever had the displeasure to be a part of. If I felt like Sam was seducing mebefore, it’s nothing compared to watching her eat. Soup runs down her chin. She licks it up. Her spoon goes in her mouth, and she moans loudly.

It can’t just be me though. Aydan and I are letting our soups cool as we stare at the little minx who has stolen our hearts. A couple of times, Aydan and I exchange glances. To my surprise though, they’re more about a shared misery than our competition.

“Are you guys going to eat?” Sam asks, frowning as she looks at our bowls.

At the same time, we pick up our spoons and start eating, but it’s hard not to eat like an idiot when I’m busy staring down Sam. The tank top she’s wearing is white and hugs her breasts so tightly that it’s obvious she’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples are perfectly outlined, probably because she’s cold, but the sight is more than a little tempting.

She finishes and jiggles a little. “There are board games! You guys want to play some when you’re done eating?”

I adjust my hard dick again and swallow around the lump in my throat. “Yeah, playing with you sounds fun.”

Our gazes connect, and I know she knows exactly what I’m thinking. She’s just as intoxicated as we are, which means she’s not exactly subtle when it comes to showing her emotions. And right now, her emotions are all over her face. She’s horny too.

Which iskillingme.

I can meet her needs. I can fuck her all night. Maybe Aydan can hide out in the bathroom, or out in the snow, I don’t care where.

My glance slides to Aydan, and he’s glaring at me. Of course. But I ignore him, trying to eat my food quickly. I’m not big on playing games, but I do want to be closer to Sam on the couch. Breathing in her scent. Feeling her soft skin against my own.

“Done,” I say, finishing the final scoop.

“Good boy,” she says, reaching for my bowl.

My hand shoots out and cups her breast as she leans against the table. I fondle it for a second, and she makes a breathy sound, grabbing my bowl and sitting up. I release her, noticing her nipples are even harder.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” Aydan tells me, but instead of glaring at me, he’s staring at her nipples.

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