Page 13 of Surge of Ice

Not that I blame him.

He finishes his soup and stands, grabbing his bowl and Sam’s and mine. I head for the couch, wanting to stake my spot on the couch next to Sam. But to my disappointment, she follows him into the kitchen and hugs him from behind as he washes the dishes.

“Thanks for helping,” she practically purrs.

“Uh hum,” he murmurs, eyes closed as she presses herself against him.

My eyes narrow, and I feel a flash of jealousy, but then I watch her. I watch the way she rubs herself against him, and I know she’s turning herself on. Her scent washes over me, even stronger, and I know she’s wet and ready. I don’t care so much that Aydan is there, just that she is, and that’s a strange feeling.

They finish washing the dishes, and Sam plants a slow kiss on his lips, thanking him again for doing the dishes. I make a note to myself to do the dishes from now on.If only I’d known the reward before.They go to the stack of games in one corner, and she bends down, sorting through them. He positions himself behind her and starts rubbing his erection on her, and I feel my balls tighten. I want to be in that position. I want to be behind her. I want to draw her clothes off and slip into her from behind.

A shudder rolls through me.How much longer can this go on?

They select a random game, and it goes down on the coffee table next to the bottle of vodka. But before we can start playing,she stands and bounces a little. Both our gazes snap to her breasts.

“I’m going to shower, then we can play.”

“It’ll be cold,” I tell her.

Her gaze darts between us. “I could use a cold shower.”

She goes to the drawers and pulls out some clothes, then goes to the shower, leaving us to think about her words. Our woman needs a cold shower. She’s turned on. And we’re here, just sitting, waiting, with our dicks ready to go.

“I hate you,” I tell Aydan, as thunder crackles directly above us.

“The feeling is mutual,” he grumbles, then adjusts his erect dick.

After a minute, he groans, “Seriously, go for a flight.”

“You go for a flight,” I toss back like a child.

His blue eyes focus on me. “You know, she’s had us both on the same night before.”

The words roll through my mind. She has. Sometimes within hours of each other. The only difference now is that we’re in the same room, so we’d see each other with her. I don’t think I could do that… I mean, I couldn’t.Could I?

No, no, watching him with her would be brutal. But then… he’d have to watchmewith her too. The idea should bother me, but I kind of like the thought of him seeing just how good I am at making Sam come. I bet the asshole would even pick up a few tricks. I’d be doing him a service by teaching him how to be better at sex.

My gaze goes to his. “You’d learn a lot from me.”

He snorts. “Please, you’d be writing down notes so fast your wrist would hurt more than it already does from beating it all the time.”

“Like you don’t beat it to her,” I scoff.

The shower stops. Our gazes are focused on the door. A few minutes tick by and then she emerges wearing her tank top and a pair of boxers. And, fuck me with a dry broom handle, she looks amazing. Her hair is wet and laying loose around her shoulders, and her white shirt is drenched, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Aydan crosses his legs. I try not to smirk, because I imagine his blood has pumped south just as hard as my own. The boxers she’s wearing do nothing to hide her long, incredible legs, and I’m starting to imagine so many dirty things that I may come from just staring at her.

She runs a hand through her hair, then licks her lips. She can probably scent our arousal. And from experience, that probably turns her on.

She crosses the room and comes to sit between us on the couch. She leans down, the front of her shirt dipping as she does, and snags the bottle of vodka next to the game on the table. She drinks a generous amount, then offers it to me.

I take the drink, drinking heavily, hopefully enough to numb some of my arousal, then hand the drink to Aydan. He drinks too, and the buzz I was feeling grows into a roar. We’re getting smashed, and I don’t mind one bit if it gets me through tonight.

The soldier in me knows we’re safe. No one, dragon or human like, could be out in this storm. For once, I can relax.

“So,” Sam says, “the game…”

I barely pay attention to the rules, overwhelmed by the scent of her desire, and by the pure sight of her. My hands itch to touch her. My cock twitches, needing to be inside her, and I start to care less and less about Aydan and more and more about getting into her pants.

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