Page 90 of Secrets on Ice

I freeze for half a second, then force a casual smile. “A good night’s sleep will do that, I guess,” I lie.

She narrows her eyes, studying me. “Uh huh, sure.”

Before I can say anything else, Sully walks out of his room, hair still damp from the shower, wearing gray sweats and a black T-shirt. Our eyes meet across the kitchen. He doesn’t say a word, just gets to work on making us coffee.

“You’re up late,” Cassidy asks him.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he mumbles as he starts up the coffee machine.

“Maybe you should be following Em’s nightly routine because she is glowing from a good night’s sleep,” Cass tells her brother.

He stills, and I watch the muscles move and contract in his back. “Yeah? I’d like to know more about this amazing nightly routine that helps Ember sleep well.”

Panic takes over my body, and I laugh awkwardly as he slides my summer coffee across the island toward me, cold brew with coconut milk and lavender honey, exactly how I like it. His fingers brush mine for a second longer than necessary. I take the mug, cheeks burning, and mutter a quiet, “Thanks.”

He nods once, eyes lingering on me a beat too long, then turns back to the fridge like nothing happened. I hide my face behind my coffee mug, heart racing, body still remembering exactly how good his fingers felt inside me last night.

And the worst part?

I already want more.

A couple of nights later, I can’t sleep again. I slip out of bed and pad quietly to the kitchen, but I notice that the TV is on low, some random late-night sports show flickering in the dark. Sully is on the couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the back, wearing nothing but those gray sweats. He looks up when I walk in, neither of us saying a word. I walk straight over to him and climb onto his lap, straddling him, knees on either side of his hips. I’ve never been so bold in my life. His hands automatically go to my waist, steadying me as I settle against him.

“Em?”

“Shh, just go with it,” I say as I lean in and kiss him.

He kisses me back instantly, deep and hungry, hands sliding under my oversized T-shirt to grip my bare ass. I rock against him, feeling how hard he is through his sweats, the thick length pressing right against me. The friction is perfect. I moan into his mouth, grinding harder, chasing that feeling again. His fingers dig into my ass, guiding me, helping me ride the hard ridge of his cock. His mouth moves to my neck, sucking, biting, while one hand slides between us, thumb finding my clit and rubbing slow, perfect circles.

I kiss down his neck, sucking lightly on his pulse point, tasting the salt of his skin. He groans, low and rough, and his other hand slides up under my shirt, cupping my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it’s hard and aching. He pulls my shirt up, exposing me, and leans in, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking over it while his fingers pinch and roll the other.

I arch into him, a soft cry escaping my lips as pleasure shoots straight between my legs. He switches sides, sucking harder, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. His other hand keeps working my clit in slow, teasing circles, keeping me right on the edge.

“Fuck, Em,” he murmurs against my breast, voice wrecked. “You’re so sensitive. So, fucking responsive. I could play with these tits for hours.”

I’m losing my mind, grinding against his hand, kissing his neck, his shoulder, anywhere I can reach. The combination of his mouth on my breasts and his fingers between my legs is too much. I come hard, biting his shoulder to muffle my moan, thighs shaking around him as the orgasm crashes through me. He holds me through it, still sucking gently on my nipple, drawing it out until I’m trembling and whimpering.

When I finally come down, I rest my forehead against his, breathing hard.

He kisses my temple, soft and sweet, and whispers, “Go back to bed, Em.”

“What about …?” Feeling how hard he is against me.

“It’s okay, I’ve got it,” he reassures me.

“Are you sure?” I ask him.

“You ready to drop to your knees and suck my cock like a good girl?” he asks.

Kevin hated me giving him a blow job, he said I was no good at it. Then I still, I was no good compared to Trevor. That thought turns my stomach.

Oh my god. How could I be so stupid?

“Em …?” Sully sits up noticing the change in me. “I … sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

I shake my head. “No … I …” I suck in a deep breath. “Kevin used to hate me giving him a blow job,” I confess.

“He what!” Sully exclaims.