Page 32 of Surge of Ice

I nod, feeling shy for reasons I don’t understand.

“Keep going,” Granger says, a bit of a snap to his voice as he points out Zane’s room, three doors down from my own. He shows him how the door detects his card and opens.

I’m surprised how much Granger seems to realize he needs to tell Zane. Things I never even thought to explain to him. He goes through the bedroom, specifying the closet, which already has clothes in it, the bed, and then takes him into the bathroom and explains all the basic things I take for granted.

Zane follows along with each new thing with interest, asking questions, and trying things out as Granger explains it. The men work well together. Like they’ve done this a thousand times before. And I realize they would probably make good friends, if Granger wasn’t so protective of me.

“Well,” Granger says. “If you have any more questions, you know where my room is. For now, I think we’ll leave you to shower and dress. We’ll come back and get you later.”

“Thank you.” Zane smiles at the other man, and I follow Granger to the door. “Samantha?”

I look back at Zane, waiting.

“You are welcome in my bedroom whenever you would like.”

I avoid Granger’s piercing gaze. “Thank you.”

As I head out the door, it’s strange. The ice dragon’s gaze is as hot as fire, and just as tempting to play with. Not that I will. Not when I have two fiercely overprotective fire dragons to deal with.

At least not yet.

TWELVE

Samantha

Granger tossesa gummy bear at me, and I try to catch it in my mouth. It hits me in the forehead and goes flying off, and then we’re both laughing like idiots. Gummy bears litter the floor and bed all around us, along with the gummy worms we’d started with, which were too easy.

Surprisingly, I’m feeling pretty good after a full night of rest, save for a quickie with each of my fire dragons, separately, sigh, and a morning of laying around. The news conference will be happening soon though. Something I’m desperately trying not to think about, because the thought makes me nervous.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I wore gummy panties?” I ask him.

Granger’s eyes go wide. “No.”

“It was hilarious! The guy was eating them when suddenly he asks if they have strawberries in them, and I’m like–”

He groans. “I donotneed to hear this story.”

I’m already laughing. “When he says he’s allergic to strawberries! I’m like, is this guy going to die while eating me out, but he just continues eating the panties and–”

“Seriously,” he says, putting his hands up in a stopping motion. “TMI.”

“It’s not like I’m describing his tongue action, which, by the way, was sloppy at best.”

He groans again.

I snag a gummy worm from off his shoulder and start eating while I flop down with my head in his lap. “Fine. Fair is fair. Tell me one of your stories about a woman giving you head.”

His jaw drops open.

“Did she use her teeth? Too much tongue? Only focus on the balls?”

“I amnothaving this conversation with you.” He leans over me and snags a gummy bear from off the blanket and starts eating.

I grin. “You know, you’ve got to be the only guy I’ve ever met who doesn’t like talking about sexual stuff. I’m your friend too. Aydan shouldn’t be the only one who gets to hear all the juicy bits.”

The door buzzes.

“Saved by the bell,” I tell him, wiggling my brows, then shout, “Door! Open.” That was a new trick. They’d just programmed my voice to the door this morning.

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