Chapter 1
Ice
Why the fuck was his alarm going off so damn early? Why was it going off at all?
Rolling to the side, he reached out blindly for his phone, somehow managing to turn off the annoying tinkling sound of the alarm.
But the damage was done. Unlike his babygirl, who he was convinced could sleep through a damn tornado, sirens and all, Ice was a much lighter sleeper. And once he’d been dragged from the sweet abyss of slumber, he never could get back under.
As his brain slowly rejoined him in the land of the living, it brought with it the realization that he’d set his alarm on purpose.
Braden and Lottie were getting married. Which meant he and Silver both needed to be at the hotel in just over two hours.
Grinning now at the sight of his babygirl sprawled out on the bed beside him, her naked form only half covered by the blankets she apparently got into a wrestling match with every night, he ran a hand down the soft skin of her back.
His beautiful Silver. The woman he’d been in love with since he was sixteen, the woman who’d been part of building one of the greatest rock bands the world had ever seen, the woman he’d held himself back from because for so long she’d belonged to the man he’d once loved like a brother.
The woman he’d almost lost because he hadn’t seen his friend for the monster he really was until it was too late.
That last point gave them both some bad nights, though the nightmares were further and further apart these days for both of them.
Silver hardly ever screamed herself awake in the middle of the night anymore, and he no longer felt the need to keep her locked in the house, away from anything or anyone who might try to hurt her.
Maybe it was the wedding making him feel all gooey and sentimental inside, but his heart contracted at the sight of her, those dark curls spilling out onto her silk pillowcase, her back slowly rising and falling with each breath.
For so long, she’d been so close and still so completely out of reach. But now she was here, and she was his.
Sentimentality gave way to need as he nudged the blankets further down her body, exposing the round swell of her perfect ass. A few small bruises stood out in contrast against her pale skin, reminders of how thoroughly he’d worked her over at the club a couple days before. His marks, on his woman.
Cupping her round ass in his palm, he gave the soft flesh a gentle squeeze. “Time to wake up, baby.”
The sound she made in response was some combination of grunt, growl, and protest that was so completely Silver he couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, baby. We have to get to the hotel soon.”
Another grunt of protest as she buried her face in the pillow beneath her.
Silver never woke before ten if she could help it, noon if she had it her way.
It amused him how different they were in that aspect, with her preferring their ‘rockstar’ schedule while he craved the silence and solitude morning often brought.
Which meant his girl was going to be grumpy as hell, no matter how he woke her up. So why shouldn’t he have a little fun with it?
Sliding his hand up to her hip, he gently rolled her onto her back, chuckling quietly at the way her nose scrunched in her sleep as she wriggled into a more comfortable position.
She hated when he told her how adorable she was, insisting that rock goddesses like herself weren’t cute.
But damn if she wasn’t the cutest fucking thing he’d ever seen when she was all sleepy and rumpled like this.
He shifted his weight over her, bracing himself on his elbows as he slowly pushed his cock into her slick, waiting pussy.
It wasn’t as wet as it might have been if he’d taken the time to play with her a bit first, but that was fine with him.
His babygirl loved the pain, almost as much as he enjoyed hurting her.
Still, he was aware enough of how large he was to take his time so he wouldn’t truly harm her, rocking his hips slightly, waiting for those velvety inner walls to relax a bit before moving forward. “Silver. Time to wake up, babygirl.”
Instead of the growling protests of before, now she whimpered in response, arching up to meet his rocking thrusts in her sleep.
“I know, baby.” He kept his voice low, almost cooing as he pushed deeper inside her. “It’s so early. But you’re going to be a good girl for Daddy and wake up now. Wake up, so you can come all over Daddy’s cock, baby.”
Nose scrunching again, she tossed her head back and forth against the pillows. “Don’ wanna.”
Fucking hell, she was cute. A laugh rumbled in his chest as he dipped his head to brush a kiss over her jaw, drawing a dreamy little sigh from his babygirl in the process.
“Do you feel that, baby?” He drove forward again, burying himself deeper, but not quite deep enough in her pussy as it contracted around him. “Daddy’s fucking you, and you’re missing out on all the fun.”
Though her eyes remained closed, she shifted beneath him, tilting her hips to take him even deeper as her legs wrapped around him, her softness enveloping him so completely he thought he might drown in it.
Which would be perfectly fine by him, honestly.
“Daddy.” His title was a sigh on her lips, and he grinned, delighted by her as he so often was.
“That’s right, baby.” Rocking his hips, he fucked her with slow, deep strokes, forcing her to stretch for him, to take him in with every thrust. “Daddy’s inside you right now. Fucking this sweet little pussy. Wake up now, or you won’t get to come.”
The threat seemed to penetrate her consciousness, because her eyes fluttered open, glazed and blurry with sleep. “Ice?”
“Yeah, baby. It’s me. I’m right here.”
As if to drive the point home, he rocked his hips again, this time drawing a shocked gasp from her as she reached up, her fingernails digging into his back as she arched beneath him. “Ice! God!”
“Just Daddy will do for now,” he teased with a low laugh as he moved inside her.
“Ice… Daddy… please.”
Normally, he would drag things out. Force her to ask him, to beg him for her pleasure. But not only would that be incredibly mean first thing in the morning, he wasn’t entirely sure she could find the words just then.
So for once, he took pity on her, sinking his fingers into the softness of the thick thigh wrapped around his waist, angling her so he would hit exactly the right spot every time he drove into her.
Pain bit into his shoulders as she clung to him, but it was pain he welcomed because it let him know she was just as wild for him as he was for her.
Giving himself over to their growing need, he rocked inside her again, harder now, faster, fucking her until she came alive beneath him, her screams of pleasure echoing around their bedroom as her pussy contracted around him, her orgasm milking his cock with every shuddering wave.
“Fuck, baby.” With a moan of his own, he buried himself inside her one final time, his vision going dark at the edges as pleasure flooded his system.
Silver’s inner walls continued to contract around him, until pleasure became pain and he was forced to pull back from her, collapsing onto the bed beside her with a shaky laugh.
“Goddamn, woman. Even half asleep you’re fucking incredible. C’mere.”
Her soft, satisfied hum vibrated against his skin as she curled into him, burying her face in his chest. “Hmm. Morning, Daddy.”
“Morning, baby. Enjoy your wake-up call?”
“Fuck, yes. I’m requesting one of those at every hotel the next time we’re on the road.”
Guilt and grief tangled in his chest. She’d been talking about touring more and more lately, but he still wasn’t sure how the hell they were going to make it happen.
Deviant Whispers, the band they’d built from the ground up as kids, was no more.
And even if they could get someone to replace Ace, he couldn’t see himself performing under that name ever again.
Too much pain, too many memories for both of them.
But as usual, he didn’t point any of that out to her. If his baby wanted to get back on the stage, he’d damn well find a way to make it happen. A new band, maybe, though it would take time to find people they not only trusted but who they could make decent music with.
Setting those worries aside for another day, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We need to get in the shower, baby.”
“Awww. But I just woke up.”
“I know. But you don’t want to be late for Lottie’s wedding, do you?”
Her squeal, bright and happy and so un-Silverlike it had his brows raising to his hairline, echoed around the room. A second later, she was out of their bed, jumping and clapping with excitement.
“Lottie’s getting married! Come on, come on, we have to go.”
Love, so pure and strong it would have brought him to his knees if he’d been standing, swamped him as he watched her rush around the room. “Go ahead and get in the shower. I’ll be right behind you, baby.”
“Holding you to that!” she called over her shoulder as she dashed into the bathroom.
Chuckling at his goddess of the night’s uncharacteristic exuberance, he rolled out of bed and headed for their closet to grab the overnight bag Silver had packed three days ago in preparation for their night in town.
Two of their closest friends getting married, followed by a private party at their club meant they wouldn’t have the energy to drive home after.
It was going to be a hell of a night.