Page 65 of Ice Me Out

“She met a lot of resistance back then. Labels told her that she was a wonderful singer and guitarist, but she might be a better fit for genres that were more ‘urban’.”

“That’s bullshit.”

She nodded softly.

“It was, but they got to her, and eventually she hung up her cowboy hat, shoved her boots in the back of the closet, and exchanged them for a satin gown and became a backup singer for a jazz group. I’d say she was an idiot for listening to them, but I wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t.”

“Did she meet your dad in a jazz club or something?”

“She did,” she confirmed before falling silent.

A gust of wind whipped by—cool enough to sting the tips of ears, but not quite cold enough that you’d see your breath. The gust stirred leaves across the sidewalk into the damp streets. Cars whizzed by, and a few people moved along the sidewalks, bundled in coats, walking fast with their heads down.

“Can you sing, too, or do you dabble?” I asked, shooting her a playful glare.

She laughed and buried herself into my side.

“It sounds like you’re starting to catch on. Thanks again for the guitar, Sweet Hart.”

“No problem. My only stipulation is that you have to play it for me sometime.”

“I think I can do that,” she said, smiling up at me under a streetlight. The lamplight caught her just right—casting a warm, amber halo over her like she was an angel. It softened the lines of her face, turning her eyes into liquid umber, making me feel like her smile was the only thing in the world that mattered.

***

We stepped into the elevator and Vera tugged me in by the front of my jacket until her back hit the wall. I tapped the button for her floor, and thankfully, we were the only occupants. She yanked down my mask, and her tongue swept into my mouth with practiced ease. The sake was still there, but the taste of passion and need overpowered it.

“Myers? Is that you?”

I froze until I realized my back was to the uninvited guest, and Vera was completely hidden behind me. I threw a quick glance over my shoulder and barely refrained from rolling my eyes when I identified Marcel and Myszenki, two kiss-ass rookies who joined the team after training camp.

“Eyes forward,” I barked impatiently. Swiftly, they turned around and found the climbing red digits announcing each floor enthralling. My eyes rolled when Vera thought it was a good idea to grab my dick through my jeans.

She’d pay for that later.

“Don’t be a jerk,” she whispered, grazing her lips across my neck, while keeping a firm grip on me. The elevator jolted to a stop, and the rookies mumbled a “goodnight” before exiting. The doors closed, and I didn’t hesitate to pick Vera up. She squealed and wrapped her legs around my body, locking them at my lower back.

My hands cupped her ass, aggressively squeezing as her tongue teased mine. We reached her floor, and I hurried down the hall to her suite. She clumsily swiped her card against the reader, sending us stumbling into the room.

I turned around and pressed her back into the door. I kissed down her neck, cleavage, and stomach, dropping to my knees. I reached under her dress and yanked her damp thong down to her ankles before tossing it away. I hooked her left leg over my shoulder and dived in, mouthing her pussy. I groaned into her pussy, savoring her taste like it was my first time.

Vera hissed through her teeth and slid her fingers into my hair until she clutched the silk strands through her fingers. I latched onto her clit, sucking it between my lips and soothing it with lavish licks.

She moaned, and a loud thud echoed from above, from her head hitting the door. Her hips moved, undulating against my face. My dick strained painfully against the inside of my jeans, and Vera had the type of pussy that’d make you come just from eating it.

I need to wrap this up.

I hooked her other leg on my shoulder and dragged her up the door with my mouth still attached to her.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, tightening her legs around my head.

“I got you,” I mumbled between her thighs as I maneuvered to her bedroom. I dropped her onto the bed, and God knows we tried our best to strip down so we could be body to body, but only managed to get my boxer briefs and jeans to the floor and one of Vera’s boots off before I dragged her to the edge of the bed and penetrated her.

I settled her legs on my shoulder as I pushed through her resistance. I slapped her right hip a few times.

“Always so stubborn,” I murmured, resting until her body gave me permission to proceed. I spent that time caressing her thighs and teasing her ankle with my lips. I tested the waters and was relieved when I could bury most of my dick in her.

I folded my arms over her legs and drilled into her.