I hear Cookie and Pumpkin come into the house with packages, and I get up from the couch and go to help. Cookie scowls at me as if daring me to help her, and I smile at her as I take a bag, almost forcefully.
“Thank you,” Pumpkin says, moving between us. I’m not sure which one of us she’s trying to protect.
“Dinner will be late,” Miller announces when he walks into the kitchen.
“Why, what happened?” Pumpkin asks as she sets down her bags. “I ordered it to be delivered right now. My parents are on the way.”
Pumpkin likes to host family dinners at their home, and I like to be here because Cookie always comes.
“They have a sick delivery driver. We must pick it up.”
“I’ll go,” Cookie volunteers, grabbing her keys and going for the door.
“Good, you can help Frost,” Miller says, and Cookie stops in her tracks.
“I already said I would go.” I shrug, and she looks even more annoyed than she did when she came in.
“I’m sure you can handle it.” I can see her trying to get out of it, and I shake my head.
“It’s a really big order,” Pumpkin interjects. “Mom and Dad will be here any second.”
“Fine.” She grinds her teeth as she walks past me and out the front door.
I catch up with her, and when she sees the driver at the curb, she turns to me and scowls. “We can take my car.”
“Nyet.” I open the car door, and she hesitates for a second before deciding the fight isn’t worth it.
Once inside the car, I turn to her and smile. “Did you enjoy shopping?”
She shrugs and looks out the window. I can see something is on her mind, but Cookie isn’t one to be pushed into answers.
“Did you buy me a present?”
That gets a reaction, and she turns to me with a smile tugging at her lips. “No.” She raises her nose a little like a brat, and I get hard.
“I have a present for you.” Her eyes glance at my crotch and then back up at me. “Your mind is filthy. Although my present is…” I hesitate as I lick my lips. “Generous.”
“I don’t want anything from you.” She turns again to look out of the window.
“Perhaps you would like a repeat of the bathroom instead?” I take her hand in mine, and she flinches like she’s going to pull it away, but I hold her close. “Are you still bleeding?”
“No,” she snaps and tries to tug her hand away.
I make a tsking sound as I pull her close to me. “I am disappointed I didn’t get to enjoy you more like that.”
“You’re the filthy one.” She raises her chin again in that smug way, and I wrap my arms around her.
“Only for you, kiska.” When I lean in close, she turns her head away but reveals her neck to me. “Why do you fight this?”
I brush my nose along her throat before I trace my lips along the same path. She shivers in my arms and clings to my shirt.
“Because I don’t want it.”
“You lie to me and to yourself.” I put one hand behind her knee, and with just a slight tug she moves onto my lap and straddles me. “Is your body so eager to be rid of me?” I shake my head. “I think not.”
“If this is what you want, we can keep this simple.” She shrugs, and I try to hide my smile.
“An arrangement?” I raise an eyebrow at her, and she nods. Again I stifle my smile because there is no world that exists where she is not mine.
“You want to have sex?”
“Da,” I answer thickly, grabbing her ass and grinding her against my cock. She moans softly for a moment before she swallows and gathers her thoughts.
“Then what if we just do that? You know, get it out of our system.”
I place my hand at the nape of her neck and then tighten my grip in her hair as I pull her close. “Do I look like a man that is eager to get you out of my system?” I use my other hand to feel the weight of her heavy breast before I pinch her nipple. “Are you so excited by the thought of throwing me away?”
Anger takes hold, and I turn and pin her on the seat below me. Her eyes widen as I shove myself between her legs, hard and heavy.
“I will not pretend that you are mine while in my bed but you are a stranger when we are with family.”
I look down at her body under me and shake my head. “You are not disposable, kiska.”
Tears form in her eyes, and I lean down to kiss them away. Then my mouth moves lower until our lips touch and I can no longer hold myself back. She moans when I hold her possessively and thrust against her. Our clothes are an irritation between us, but right now all I need her to feel is my need.
Her hands come up to cup my face, and she opens her mouth for me. I feel her tongue touch mine, and it only spikes my excitement. We kiss for a long time, her body melting against me and our hands desperately clinging.
“I think the car has stopped,” she says softly between kisses, and I nod.
“Da,” I answer before kissing her once again.
She laughs, pressing her hands to my chest, and I lean back to look at her. “Let’s go get the food before it gets cold.”
I sigh and kiss her again quickly because I don’t want to stop. But then I sit up and open the door and then help her out of the car. I still have her hand in mine, and she smiles as we enter the restaurant. When we go in, I tell them the name, and everyone scrambles to help us carry it out.
“Damn, Pumpkin wasn’t lying when she said it was a lot of food.”
“I’m hungry,” I say to her, squeezing her ass hard.
She laughs as we exit, but then the sound is drowned out by the shrill voice of the woman in front of me.
“Frost, oh my gosh, of course I would run into you here. We were just heading into Pierre’s,” Chel says as she steps forward. I see my mother behind her, and I’m so busy scowling at her that I don’t realize Chel has run up and put her arms around me.
I can’t move fast enough and feel her lips on my cheek as I stumble back and try to get out of the way. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cookie watching the exchange with narrowed eyes.
“Darling, it’s good you’re here. Chel and I are going over themes for the engagement party and the groom really should be present,” my mother says, her voice as cold as ice.
The hair on the back of my neck stands up because suddenly this all feels planned. How did she know I would be here at this exact moment?
Cookie rushes past me and into the back of the car. I push away from Chel and my mother, desperate to get to Cookie.
“If you get in this car, I will leave and take a taxi home,” Cookie warns.
I stare at the hurt in her eyes and the wall she’s building even as I try to plead with her.
“This is not what you think. You must talk to your sister. She knows the truth.”
“Oh, I plan on it,” she spits as her hurt morphs into anger. “But I won’t chance another moment where you can put your hands on me.”
She gets into the car and slams the door, and as much as I want to rush in after her, I think of Pumpkin and her words. She told me to be patient and to not push Cookie. That the more I push her to be with me, the harder she will fight against it. Although it pains me, I don’t stop the car as it pulls away from the curb, and I stand there on the sidewalk watching it go.
“What have you done?” The question doesn’t come from me but from my mother.
I turn around and see her watching the entire exchange with a smug smile. She lifts a shoulder as she walks closer, and I begin to shake with rage.
“If you don’t start playing by my rules, someone is going to get hurt.”
With that, she takes Chel by the arm and begins to talk excitedly about party plans as they enter the restaurant.