Page 12 of Stuck With Mr. Frosty (Delectable Protectors #5)
AIDEN
I groan as Mia’s tongue tangles with mine. I grab her thigh and haul it over my hip before rolling her onto her back. I grind into her, my pants growing tighter over my cock as I roll into her.
Mia moans, her body arching. She tugs on my hair, one leg hooking around my body and pulling me into her. Electricity sparks between us as I tear my mouth from hers and kiss my way down her neck.
My tongue flicks over her hammering pulse. Her hands roam down my back and over my shoulders, tracing her way down my arms. When her nails rake into my skin, I rock forward, driving against her core.
She rolls her hips. “More.”
I chuckle and drag her earlobe between my teeth. “Greedy. Who said I was going to be giving you anything tonight?”
Mia takes my jaw in her hand, pushing me back enough to look me in the eyes. “Oh, so you want to play games?”
“Only the kind that end with you naked in my arms.”
A dark pink flush coats her cheeks, but there’s want burning in her eyes and her thighs press tighter on either side of my body. I grind into her, heat radiating between us. I hover above her, reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it above her head.
Her breasts nearly spill out of the bra that’s holding them in place. The stiff peaks of her nipples poke through the thin material.
I moan and kiss my way back down her neck, sucking on her skin, teasing it with light nips until she’s writhing under me. Her breathy little gasps have me aching as my tongue traces between the valley of her breasts and down to her belly button.
“Stop teasing,” she whispers, fingers roaming my back. She grabs a fistful of the shirt and pulls it up and over my head.
I twirl my lip ring for a moment as I sit back and study her. She’s a work of art I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of looking at.
And tonight, she’s mine.
I grab her leggings and underwear, hauling them down her legs, careful not to jostle her ankle too much. Her core is glistening with her arousal.
“I’m going to apologize in advance.” My fingers trail down her body, dipping between her legs and gliding against her slick folds.
“What for?” she gasps as I push one finger into her, my thumb brushing her clit.
“Once I get the chance to have you on my cock, I doubt that I’m going to be able to hold on for very long.”
Mia laughs, the laugh changing to a moan as I slide another finger into her. Her pussy clenches tight around my fingers, her legs shaking. I kiss my way along her torso, from one hip to the other.
“If you’re thinking about marking me up, you better think again.” She arches off the floor as I drag her leg over my shoulder, burying my face between her legs.
I twirl my tongue around her clit, teasing the little bud until she’s rocking against me, her hands in my hair. As I suck on her sensitive bundle of nerves, her moans grow louder. I thrust my fingers faster, moving in time with my tongue.
Her body shakes harder, her back arching off the floor. Mia comes hard, rolling her hips. I keep teasing her, crooking my fingers against the inner walls squeezing around me.
I’m aching, wanting to bury myself in her, but I want her to keep riding out the waves of pleasure too. Her body goes limp for a moment before she’s tugging me back up to kiss her.
Our tongues tangle as she reaches between us, shoving the rest of my clothing off my hips. Her hand wraps around my cock, sliding up and down the length, her thumb brushing over the tip.
She guides me to her, her hand falling away as I inch into her. Her nails dig into my shoulders and rake down my back as her legs lock around my hips. Mia’s gaze locks on mine, and she arches up to kiss me.
“Have I ever told you how much I like that lip ring?” Her head falls back against the pillows as I roll my hips, driving deeper into her.
I throb as I bury myself deeper into her, everything in my body drawing tight.
Mia rocks with me, her legs tightening around my hips, her inner walls milking me as I come.
She rides the high of another orgasm, her nails scratching at me, making the pleasure build.
I give her long and slow strokes, enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around me until I can’t take anymore.
“Shit,” I mutter as I pull out of her.
“I have an IUD. We’re fine.” She shifts on the pillows, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath.
I lay beside her, staring up at the ceiling. And then Honey comes trotting over like she isn’t the size of a horse, dropping down at the end of the blanket in front of a fire and curling up into a ball.
Mia shuffles closer to me, putting her head on my chest without a word. I loop my arm around her, holding her close and kissing her temple.
“Do you ever think about what comes after this life? I mean, I spend a lot of time thinking about it, and I’ve never come to anything that’s a good enough answer.”
“I don’t know.” My fingers drift up and down her arm. “I used to think about it when I was young. My mom died when I was a child, and my father was… a hard man.”
“Oh?” She props herself up on her arm, looking down at me. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“Nah, it’s fine.” I brush a strand of her hair back from her face, those light green eyes searching mine like she’s digging around for my soul. “It’s not that interesting.”
Except, when Mia looks at me like she is right now, I think I might be the most interesting person on the planet to her. She studies me like she actually wants to know me. It’s something I’ve never had before and something I don’t think I’ll ever have again.
And I want to bask in it.
Even though I’ve only known her for a week, I can’t stand the thought of disappointing her. Of not telling her about my life just because she asked, even though it’s far from a happy story.
Mia runs her fingers over my chest. “I used to think about death a lot when Mom first got sick. Probably too much. I was a kid at the time. Didn’t know what I’d do without her.
My dad has never been in the picture. Mom said he didn’t want kids, and finding out that he was going to have one didn’t change that. ”
“Did that bother you?”
She shrugs and lays back down, her head still on my chest. “Maybe it did back then. Doesn’t now. I learned a long time ago that there’s no point in begging people to love you, and that even if you want to, you’re never going to be able to change their minds.”
“So, if you believe there’s no point in chasing after people, why did you keep chasing after me over the last week?”
“Lonely knows lonely.” She glances at me again. “I thought maybe you might like to be lonely with someone.”
I pause, considering that. “My mom died shortly after I was born. My father tried to raise me, but it felt like he blamed me for her death. He was angry all the time, and those few moments when he wasn’t, he was just sad. And then he died when I was ten.”
“How?”
I clear my throat. “He was out in the mountains. He used to like going camping in the winter. That winter we rented a cabin because I kept complaining about sleeping in tents. He went out because he wanted at least one night in a tent.”
“Seems odd to leave your kid alone like that.” Mia traces her fingers over my stomach again. “Why’d he do it?”
“He and Mom used to go camping by the lake. I guess he was missing her, and he thought that it would be the way to be close to her, but a storm rolled in. Snow came down like it hadn’t before.
He didn’t come back in the morning, and I was snowed in.
I found an emergency radio and called to the ranger station like he taught me to do. ”
“I’m sorry.” She looks at me with tears shining in her eyes.
It’s the first time someone has said those words to me that I actually believe them. She looks at me like she’s feeling my pain. Like she would do anything she could to take it from me.
My fingers are still touching Mia. “They couldn’t get to him in time. Their rescue K9 was retired the week before, and they hadn’t been able to find any other dog yet. By the time they found Dad, he was gone.”
Mia slings her arm over my torso, holding me tight, kissing my collarbone. I hold onto her like she’s the only thing holding me together right now because I think she might be. I don’t know what else to do.
And the longer I lay there with her, the more wrong I think I might’ve been.
She’s not the airheaded party girl who just came to the mountains for a good time.
She’s the only person I’ve been able to open up to in a long time. The one person in years who has made me feel like maybe being alone isn’t what’s meant for me.
The thought scares the hell out of me.
I wake up the next morning to Mia tracing her fingers over my collarbone, her lips tracing my pulse. I hold her a little tighter, wanting to bask in front of the fireplace with her for a few minutes longer, but the fire has long since gone out and the cabin is frosty.
“It stopped snowing,” Mia says as she gets up, testing the weight of her ankle while I get to my feet. “What do you think about going back to the resort where there are hot showers and warm cabins waiting?”
Without thinking about it, I pull her into me, my mouth capturing hers, savoring the taste of her on my lips. “Are you going to be okay walking?”
Honey’s tail thumps against my leg as she wriggles her way between us and leans into Mia. With a smile, Mia smooths her hand over Honey’s ears and shrugs. “I’m tired of cold showers, so I think I should be able to make it just fine.”
I laugh and reach for my clothing, pulling it on and heading off to get breakfast ready while she limps out of the room to go pack her things. I’m nervous about whether or not she’s actually going to be able to make it down the mountain, but we won’t know unless we try.
Mia shakes her head as I carry her up the stairs to the cabin we share with our roommates several hours later. “You really didn’t have to carry me the last two miles.”
Smiling, I set her down on her feet and place a kiss on the corner of her mouth. It feels strange to be so warm and intimate with someone else, but there’s something about hiking seven hours through the woods together and having nothing else to do that lets people get to know each other.
I take a deep breath. “You know they’re going to be in there waiting for us. Carter warned me about them over the radio before we set out.”
Mia pulls out her phone and shows me nearly a hundred missed messages from the group chat with Rosie and Ryder. “Believe me, I know.”
Honey barks at the door, looking between the two of us like she wants us to stop talking and open the door so she can go to bed. I take a deep breath, trying to get ready to face whatever’s to come, but I don’t know if I ever fully will be.
As I push open the door, we’re met with wolf whistles from Rosie and Ryder that send Mia scurrying into the cabin, shaking her head and laughing, trying to change the subject.
I follow her, not sure of anything that’s going on, and more than anything wanting to curl up in my own bed and sleep. It’s been a rough couple of nights sleeping on the couch and then the floor, but at least on the floor, I got to have Mia in my arms.
“What do we do now?” I whisper as I stand behind her, trying to tune out the millions of rapid-fire questions coming from Rosie and Ryder.
Mia looks over her shoulder at me, that warm smile easing some of the tight feeling in my stomach. “We go with the flow.”