Page 41 of The Devil's Ice

And just thinking about things between them, thinking about the past eighteen months: Ice and Vixen knew what each other looked like naked, knew every single inch of each others’s bodies and from every angle imaginable. Ice knewexactlyhow to fuck her from behind while stroking her clit to make her come hard enough to pass out; Vixen knewexactlyhow to tighten her pussy muscles on his cock to make him lose his mind and his control. They knewexactlyhow the other person sounded and looked when they came, how they melted into each other afterwards, into a tangled and heaving heap of shuddering, panting pleasure.

How they couldn’t wait to start teasing and torturing each all over again.

But with Vixen hurt as badly as she was, that wasalloff the table. No stroking her to eye-rolling, toe-curling pleasure with his lips and definitelynosex, no matter how gentle, and not inanyposition. No way she could work his cock with her mouth, or work his length with his hands until he came on her breasts. No way to have Vixen strain or stretch or seize her neck, so even gently stroking her honeyed pussy to orgasm was too much. Hell, even passionatekissingwas out, because of the pressure on her neck.

Adding to all ofthatwas Vixen’s certainty that even if she were able to resume their sexual activities, Ice wouldn’t want to, since hehadto find her less attractive now. Her cheek was still bandaged, but under it, she knew that there were three scars that were never going to go away.Hewas as breath-stealingly gorgeous as ever, buther? No. Not by a long shot.

So, if they didn’t have any ofthat– what were they left with?

Theconversation.

“Do you mean that, Vix?” Ice said, his voice husky. “About wanting it to be only me who stays here with you?”

“Yes.” She smiled at him, her hands so tiny in his. “I really do.”

“Even after what I said to you? I got the feeling when I talked to you in the staff room that you weren’t sure about my apology.”

“You know,” Vixen said thoughtfully. “I wasn’t that day. I believed that the apology was sincere…but I was worried that you had actually meant what you’d said, even if you only meant it in the heat of the moment.”

“I didn’t. I’ve never thought of you as cheap. Not for one second.”

“I know that now.” She quickly brushed her fingertips over that maddening, lush mouth. “I really do.”

“So we’re OK, then?”

“Yeah. Yeah, we are.” Vixen ran a hand over her ponytail with distaste. “Except for the fact that I feel like I’ve been sleeping in a garbage can.”

“What?”

“I feel disgusting,” she said. “Greasy and gross.”

“Well, the docdidsay that you can shower as long as you keep the brace on, and you stay sitting down so you don’t slip.”

“My bathtub isn’t that big,” she said ruefully. “No way I can get a chair in the tub, and the lip is so narrow, I’d be sure to fall backwards off it smack onto the floor.”

“Well,” Ice said. “What if I got in the shower with you?”

“Huh?” Vixen blinked at him, her mouth hanging open. “You just – you’d –”

“Get in with you, yes. I’d keep you on your feet, wash your hair so you don’t have to raise your arms and strain your neck, dry you off, get clothes over your head so you don’t have to jostle anything.” He grinned down at her. “It’s not like I’ve never seen you naked before, Vix, so no major need for modesty, huh?”

“Uhhhhh. Ummmm.” She cleared her throat, decided to use whole words instead of unintelligible gibberish. “OK. I’d really like that.”

“Sadly, you can’t like ittoomuch,” he teased her. “It will be the cleanest we’ve ever been together with no clothes on.”

“Right?” Vixen said, accepting his help getting to her feet, out of the sofa eating her alive. “It’s weird to think of being naked with you, and not being utterly filthy.”

“Well, first time for everything.”

They walked down to her tiny bathroom, and when they were standing there, she did actually start to feel weirdly bashful. He saw it on her face, and he paused.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. I mean… nothing. It’s just, this is…”

“Fucking bizarre,” Ice finished for her. “Can I throw out a theory why that is?”

“Go ahead.”

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