Page 34 of Frosted Hearts

"Have I ever told you how much I enjoy your character pajamas?" Steel’s voice rumbles against my throat, as his arms tighten around me. After two rounds of sex, we ended up falling asleep, me with my back to his chest. It felt like the safest place in the world to me, and I dozed right off into neverland.

"You do not," I chuckle, pulling out of his arms as I turn around to face him. As he tries to reach for me again and lock me in his arms, I place my hands on his shoulders and shove, pushing him directly out of the bed. When his body connects with the floor, I hear a loud thud and then a groan. I can't help but start laughing, even though I feel sort of bad he ended up on the floor. That hadn't been in my initial plans.

"Fuck, Princess," he groans. It actually sounds like he's in pain which has me crawling out of the covers and leaping off the bed to kneel over him.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry," I state as I begin to check him over for injuries. The laughter I had before was completely gone, as panic fills me in its place. I didn't mean to hurt him. "I'm so, so sorry, Steel."

In a quick move, Steel rolls us over so he's above me, pining me to the ground. I never even stood a chance of stopping him, that's how fast he was. He has one hand cradled under my head so it doesn't hit the floor, as he slowly grinds his hips against me. The movement is turning me on, making me try to rub my legs together which is impossible to do with him settled between them. "Steel," I groan, as he leans down, his mouth grazing my neck. He places a soft kiss against it before his tongue snakes out and he licks a path from my collarbone up to my ear before nibbling on my earlobe. "You don't play fair," I groan, squirming in his hold. "I thought you were seriously hurt."

"Pushing me off the bed isn't going to hurt a hair on my head, Princess," he chuckles, as he follows his path back down my neckwhere he stops to bite and suck. I'm definitely going to have a mark left on my neck from him now. "But you wounded my pride with how little effort you put into the move. Now, I'm going to need to remind you who's boss."

"Steel," I moan, pushing my hips up to grind against his pelvic bone.

"What? Princess? Use your words," he demands, breaking his attack at my neck to move down my body. He doesn't even try to slide my lace tank top out of the way, instead moving until his mouth is hovering directly above my breast. I don't get a chance to say anything before his lips cover my nipple and he bites me hard making me groan. It stings but then he begins to suck, soothing the sting he created. Fuck, I didn't realize how sensitive my nipples were until he did that. Last night he didn't play with them much. "Words, Princess," he demands once again.

"Please," I beg, trying to form words. My brain was too muddled with everything he was causing me to feel. I didn't know which way was up or down. All I knew was that I needed him. I needed him to keep touching me, to keep making me feel everything I didn't know I needed to feel. One thing I did know was I felt empty and I didn't like it. "I'm so empty, Steel," I cry out, as one of his hands rubs against my clit on the outside of my sleep pants. It's not enough, I need more. I need all of him. Now.

"What feels empty, Baby? Your cunt?" he asks as he pushes a finger right where my pussy lips are. If I didn't have two layers of clothes in the way he would have been able to push right inside my heat. "I can feel how soaked you are through your clothes. Or is the problem your mouth?" he asks next as he moves back up my body enough to kiss me and thrust his tongue inside my mouth as he makes out with me. Breaking the kiss, he gets an evil look on his face like he just came up with a great idea which makes me tense up. I have no idea what he's thinking. "Orrr," hedrawls as he shifts both our bodies enough for the hand he had on my cunt to move to my backside. "Do you feel empty right here, in this beautiful untouched hole?"

"No, no definitely not there," I beg, trying to squirm away from him and move his hand. I would never. That is terrifying to me. Butt stuff? No thank you.

“You sure, Princess?” Steel purrs as he starts to untie my sleep pants with his teeth. I swear, I will die if he tries anything. “As you wish”. He slides my pants off with his fingernails scraping down my legs as he does it. I need him inside me NOW! This is just plain torture. One hand grabs my thigh, while the other moves down my backside. I tense up again. “Relax, Baby” he murmurs as he licks my soaking pussy.

It doesn’t take very long for me to feel the edge of my release approach. As I’m falling over the edge, Steel thrusts his finger into my ass. “Holy fuck” I scream out, as my fingernails embed themselves into Steels back. He flips me over and inserts his dick into my waiting pussy. Grabbing my hair he pulls me back as one hand pinches my nipple. After letting me finish for a second time, Steel pulls out and slips into the shower while I lay there trying to catch my breath.

I’m almost positive this man is trying to kill me with his dick. Is that possible? Fuck if I know, but it feels like the truth. My body is limp as I lay here listening to the shower the kick on. I know I should get up and move but that feels near impossible as Steel’s cum leaks from between my legs.

Pure determination is the only way I mange to pull myself out of bed and teeter my way into the attached bathroom. Through the steam filled shower doors, I watch as Steel lathers soap all over his body and begins to wash himself. The sight already has me aching between my legs once again, wishing I was in there with him.

“Fuck it,” I mutter to myself, stepping forward and pulling the shower door open. Steel’s gaze locks with mine as he watches me step inside. He doesn’t stop me which is all the permission that I need. “Care if I join?”

I’m not going to lie, I’m nervous that he’s going to kick me out of the shower, but I really hope that he doesn’t. We don’t even need to have sex again, I just want to help wash his body.

“You are more than welcome to help me, Princess,” he smirks, handing the washcloth over to me. “Have at it.”

No sooner do I grab the washcloth, I feel myself pinned up against the shower wall by my neck. How the fuck did Steel mange to grab me that quickly! With my legs wrapped around his waist and his hand around my throat, I let out a small moan. “Ohhh, yes” is all I manage to get out before his mouth is on top of mine. I don’t think I can take another round of sex so I gently pull away and slip down to my knees.

Now it’s my turn to take control, hopefully he lets me. I push my nails into his hip flexors at the same time I lick down his happy trail down to his throbbing dick. Scraping my nails down to grab his shaft, I lick the precut spilling out. Running my tongue around the tip, I slowly work his penis down my throat, all the way down my throat. He certainly won’t be expecting that. I keep up the steady rhythm of in and out until I hear him moan my name and taste his cum fall down the back of my throat.

Grabbing the cloth I dropped, I take my time cleaning him up. Running it along all the planes of his body, slowly, taking my time to get familiar with every inch and every tattoo of his. I especially love the one across his chest. He has a cross right between his pecks under the words “Mi Vida Loca” meaning my crazy life. It’s so true, this life we all live is crazy. And right now I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Getting to fuck Illeana this morning was one of the best ways to wake up. It should have been how we woke up the day before, but I had wanted to let her sleep in while I handled Grace. It was the least I could do for her. This morning, though, well, that was a completely different ballgame. I wasn't going to let Illeana out of the room before I got my morning fill of her. She just made it awfully convenient for me to fuck her when she shoved me off the bed. I, of course, had to take that opening and make her feel bad before I showed her who the boss was. I know she liked it when I left her in bed sated and went to take a shower while she tried to catch her breath. The best part was when she came to join me in the shower. I didn't think she was ready for that just yet but when she dropped to her knees in front of me and began to swallow my dick like a good girl, who knew she had no gag reflex. Fuck!. This woman has me all sorts of twisted up and I'm never going to let her go. Damn the consequences. She was made for me.

My phone chimes with the ringtone I have set for the guys, which is the only reason my thoughts are pulled from Illeana, because right now she is sprawled out on the couch watchingPride and Prejudice with Grace, and every part of me wants to pick her up, carry her over my shoulder, and take her back to the bedroom, despite the fact that I know that I can't do that. We need to not let Grace catch on that something is happening between us. She can't know until I tell Senator Granger, who is most likely going to kick my ass.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I open my message thread with Knox. "Oh fuck!" I snarl, jumping out of my seat as I hurry to look outside before turning back to the girls. I glance down at the screen one more time before getting my ass in gear.

Knox: You and the girls need to get out of the house now. Shadow called. That SUV is back in town and this time they have backup. You have thirty minutes at most if you're lucky. They are coming for you. Good luck, Brother. The CB is on their way to help and so are we.

"Girls, grab your bags now! We need to go!" I shout, looking out the front window one more time before I bolt down the hall to the office. I could care less about my bag; I can borrow clothes from one of the Brotherhood guys if I need to. Hell, the girls can, too, but I know they would rather have their to-go bag with them. At the same time, I make it to the office; I can hear Grace running up the stairs. Illeana was shortly behind me as I went down the hallway, so I know she is in the bedroom now, grabbing her bag. With a quick look to the safe room, I grab the bag of electronics sitting beside the desk before I move to a picture frame hanging on the wall and remove it. Hidden behind the picture is a wall safe full of different weapons. It doesn't take long for me to enter the code, swinging the door open to access what I need. Grabbing a pistol, I shove it into the waist of my jeans at my back. I also grab a knife and quickly strap itto my ankle as well, before grabbing one last pistol. Better to be safe than sorry. I have no idea how many people are coming our way, but I'd rather have as much as I can to stand a chance of defending us if they catch up to us.

"Steel?" Illeana calls out from the doorway. She gasps when I turn to look at her, and she sees the pistol in my hands. At least she doesn't run away or scold me to put it away. She understands it's needed to protect all of us.

"Here," I call out, holding the bag of electronics out to her. I don't want to leave them behind and risk the people coming for us getting ahold of them. Not before Sky has time to figure out if they were used to track us or not. Illeana takes the offered bag, freeing up a hand so I can shut the safe and rehang the picture on the wall. "We need to be quick. Knox said roughly thirty minutes. We've used five of those so far."

"Okay," she whispers. I can tell she's scared, but she is doing her best to hold herself together. "I'll grab Grace and we will head out to the car."

"No," I demand. The last thing I want them to do is go to the car without me escorting them. "I need to check the perimeter before we head outside. We have no idea if the people coming here had a team ahead of them or not." While I'm talking, I pull my cell phone out of my pocket and pull up the cameras for the cabin. I'm still going to check outside, but this will give me a quick view of the different angles before I step foot out there. "Cameras look clear. You and Grace are to wait by the stairs while I check outside, when I give the all-clear you can head to the vehicles."

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