“You missed a spot,” I tell him, puckering my lips.
He chuckles and plants a tender peck on my mouth this time, and I get all swoony and grateful for his thoughtfulness. Out of all the guys, I think Iceman really gets it—how important this house is to me. How it’s not just a house, but an extension of my parents. “Thank you, Rafferty,” I say quietly.
He smiles. “Rafferty, huh? I thought you only called me that when you’re mad at me.”
“Mad at you or really, really happy at you. It’s an opposite spectrum name usage.”
He smiles and rubs my back in soothing circles. “So Jerif’s off doing secret things?” I ask.
“Yep. I also had him take all of your toiletries earlier.”
“Do you think of everything?”
“Yes,” he answers without hesitation.
I grin and poke his back, where his trail of short spine spikes reside. He immediately flinches, and I have to bite my lip from laughing. “Sensitive, huh?”
He clears his throat, but I don’t miss the heat that’s banked in his icy eyes. “Ah, a bit, yes.”
I look around the room, and even though it’s still technically full of furniture, it feels emptier. All of my personal knickknacks are gone from the surfaces, my clothes are cleared out, and everything I use all the time has already been moved to the mansion.
“I know this is hard for you,” Iceman says, and I look up at him again.
“It is...but it’s good too. It feels like a new beginning. And you’ve made it so I don’t have to say goodbye to this place. So I’m getting the best of both worlds.” I let my lips curl up in a mischievous grin. “Besides, I figure this can be my pissed pad.”
That pulls him up short. “Your pissed pad?”
I nod. “Yeah, when you guys piss me off, I can come here to stew.”
He chuckles, shaking his head at me. “Jerif will love that.”
“I know, it’s gonna be great.”
“Did you want to go through the house one more time and check to make sure we got everything you want right now?”
I bite my lip and give the room a cursory glance. “Actually, I need help with something,” I confess. “Can you reach those nails in the wall and pull them out? I can’t get them.”
“Of course.”
Iceman gives me his back and gets right to work, so I quickly do the same. I unzip my pants and push them off, taking my underwear with them. My crop top is the next thing to slip down my hips, and I quickly kick the pile of clothes away. Iceman is talking about something, but I don’t focus on what as I try to pick a pose that says please fuck me now, I’ve been waiting for too damn long.
Iceman says something about needing some spackle, and I mm-hmm as I put one hand behind my head, and the other on my hip. No, that’s weird. I try both hands on my hips, but I just look like I’m pissed off or doing a really bad Superman impression. I rest my palms on the front of my thighs, elbows partially bent, and kind of stick out my chest.
Gah! I look like I have to fart.
Iceman turns around mid speech, and I freeze mid pose, because it’s too late to try anything else.
“Putty knife,” Iceman blurts before his eyes widen and then move slowly down my body. He pauses for a minute, like he’s suffering from brain freeze, before his blue eyes snap back up to mine.
“Thank fuck,” he declares, setting the nails on the top of the dresser. He rips his shirt off and shucks his pants in record time before he closes the distance between us in two strides.
I shriek in excitement as he picks me up. I’m so damn glad that worked. I immediately wrap my legs around his waist and weave my arms around his neck. I don’t really get time to think about how good his cool skin feels against my pussy before he’s threading the fingers of one hand through my purple locks and bending my neck to kiss me, like I’m a cool cup of water and he’s been crawling through the desert desperate for a drink.
I arch into him and drink my fill too. His lips are cool and soothing, his tongue teasing and masterful. Our pace is frenzied at first, but even with the need slamming through us, I also want to revel in him. Take my time and savor this.
This is Rafferty, my Iceman, and everything about who and what he is has made my entire existence better.
I slow our kiss, sipping at his mouth now, relishing his taste and feel. I pour all my love and appreciation into my movements and the way I claim him. He meets me stroke for stroke with his tongue and lips, nipping and sucking and showing me that this, us, is just the beginning.
I feel emotion bloom in my chest as I taste his love, his devotion, his claim on my soul.
I run a palm down the spikes on his back, and a shiver runs through Iceman so fast that I can’t help but laugh. I do it again, and he responds exactly the same way.
“Ohh, this is fun,” I tease as his eyes blaze with desire. He gives me a devious smile, and then the next thing I know, he brings a cool hand to the underside of my wing, and I feel the caress as though his hand is on my vagina and not playing with the wings on my back.
I gasp and let out a small moan, unable to help myself as he rubs the other wing too, a knowing smile on his face. Instead of accepting the game, set, match in his eyes, I look to up the ante. If he’s going to make me come all over his chilled,
