Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Brody
A s we rounded the final bend, the Igloo-Hotel Davos came into view—a structure that looked like it had been plucked straight out of a fairy tale… if that fairy tale involved some hard-drinking elves.
“Holy shit,” Avery breathed, her eyes going wide. “Is that… are we staying in a giant igloo?”
I couldn't help the cocky grin that spread across my face. Score one for Brody. “Surprise. Welcome to our very own ice palace.”
I pulled into the lot and killed the engine, drinking in the sight of her. That look of wonder on her face did things to me, made me want to pull her into my lap and show her exactly what she did to me.
“How… when…” she stammered, for once at a loss for words. My quick-witted little spitfire, speechless. I liked it.
“I've got my ways,” I said, voice low and rough. “Made a call while you were in the shower. Last-minute cancellation.” I leaned in close, breathing in her scent. “And baby, the thought of getting you alone in a room made of ice? It's driving me fucking crazy.”
A blush crept up her cheeks, and it took every ounce of willpower not to claim those soft lips right then and there. Instead, I got out and opened her door, fighting the urge to throw her over my shoulder and carry her inside.
“Your ice castle awaits, Your Highness,” I said with a flourish.
Avery rolled her eyes, but she was grinning as she stepped out. “You're such a dork.”
“Yeah, but I'm your dork,” I replied, grabbing our bags from the trunk. “Now let's get inside before my balls freeze off. I've got plans for those later.”
As we followed the bundled-up concierge through a series of icy corridors, I couldn't help but feel like we'd stepped into some kind of winter wonderland fever dream, the walls glittering like diamond-encrusted popsicles.
“If I start seeing talking snowmen, just pinch me,” Avery whispered, squeezing my hand.
I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear. “I'd be happy to pinch you anywhere you like, Spark.”
Avery's elbow caught me in the ribs, but the flush creeping up her neck told me she liked it. Fuck, she was beautiful when she got all flustered.
Finally, we reached a door carved entirely from ice, with a fancy-ass snowflake pattern etched into its surface. The concierge handed me a key that looked like it was also made of actual ice.
“Your private igloo suite, Mr. Hawkins,” he announced with a flourish. “Enjoy your stay, and when things get… heated, just remember the walls are not load-bearing.”
I nearly choked, and Avery's face went red enough to melt the whole damn hotel. Christ, was everyone in this place thinking about us getting it on? Not that I could blame them.
“Right, got it,” I grunted, fumbling with the key like some teenager. “We'll try not to bring the place down.”
The second that nosy bastard disappeared, Avery cracked up. “Oh my God, did he seriously just?—”
“Give us the green light to fuck? Yep,” I grinned, finally getting the door open. “Let's see what kind of love den they've set up for us, shall we?”
I ushered Avery inside, my hand on the small of her back, and we both stopped dead in our tracks.
The circular room was fucking insane, like we'd stepped into some rich asshole's winter fantasy.
The ceiling curved up like a dome, dotted with lights that looked like stars and the walls had designs that made the light dance. In the middle of it all was a huge bed, covered in white furs with a thin sheet on top, and all I could do was picture Avery spread out naked on it.
A champagne bucket sat on a nearby ice table, beads of condensation already forming on the bottle.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, taking it all in. “This is…”
“Incredible,” Avery finished, her eyes wide as she spun around. “Brody, I can't believe you did this.”
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “What can I say? I aim to impress.”
She turned to me, those gorgeous eyes of hers going soft in a way that made me want to take her right then and there. “You certainly do.”
Avery pressed against me, her body hot as hellfire even through our clothes. Fuck, she was like a walking furnace, and I was ready to burn. Those eyes of hers, dark and wicked, locked onto mine as she bit her lip. Christ, that little move always made me lose my damn mind.
“I think it's time to see what kind of heat this place can handle,” she said, her voice dripping with promise and a hint of challenge. “I'm talking Dante's Inferno levels of hot. Think this ice palace can take it?”
I grinned, my hands finding her hips like they had a fucking GPS. “Bring it on, Spark. I'll have you melting faster than you can say ‘global warming.’”
“All talk, Hawkins. Show me what you've got,” she taunted, her fingers tracing fire on my chest.
I crushed my mouth to hers, kissing her hard enough to make the glaciers weep. My tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her sweetness. She moaned, the sound going straight to my cock, her hands fisting in my hair.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I growled against her lips. “Like sin and sugar and everything I've ever wanted.”
“Too much talking,” she gasped, attacking my shirt like it had personally offended her.
We stumbled to the bed, shedding clothes. The icy air hit our skin, but I barely noticed. I was too busy staring at the goddess in front of me.
My eyes roamed over Avery's body, drinking in every curve and dip like a man dying of thirst. Her tits were perfect, standing at attention in the frigid air. Her nipples had hardened into tight little buds, practically begging for my mouth.
The cold brought a rosy flush to her skin, making her look like a work of art come to life.
“Holy fuck, you're gorgeous,” I breathed. “What the hell did I do to deserve you?”
Avery's laugh was magic. “If you're done ogling the goods, why don't you get over here and put that mouth to better use? These girls aren't going to warm themselves up, you know.”
I grinned, my hands already reaching for her. “Yes, ma'am. I do believe I have just the thing to chase away this chill.”
The furs cradled us like some kind of X-rated nest. We went at each other like starving animals, hands and mouths everywhere, claiming every inch of skin we could reach.
She gasped as I ran my hand down her body, tracing that perfect curve of her hip before sliding between her legs.
“Fuck, baby, you're soaked,” I growled, finding her clit. “I could drown in this pussy and die a happy man.”
She moaned, grinding against my hand like she was trying to start a fire.
“It's your fault, you walking aphrodisiac,” she breathed, her voice husky with desire. “You have no idea how much I've been thinking about this all day.”
I chuckled, biting at her neck as I worked her over. “Oh yeah? Saw you eyeing me like a piece of meat earlier. Thought you were gonna jump me right there in front of everyone.”
“Less talking, more fucking,” she demanded, her nails raking down my back, marking me as hers.
I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her grip me like a vice. Christ, she was tight. She cried out, fisting the furs as she thrashed beneath me.
“That's it, baby,” I panted, watching her come undone. “Take what you need. You're so fucking beautiful like this.”
“Don't stop,” she gasped, eyes wild. “Don't you dare fucking stop or I'll… I'll…”
“You'll what, Spark?” I teased, curling my fingers inside her. “Use your big girl words.”
“I'll freeze your balls off,” she threatened, the effect somewhat less threatening by how she was riding my hand.
“Now that's just cold,” I grinned, loving how she could still roll her eyes even when I was three knuckles deep inside her.
As I continued to work her into a frenzy, I reached over to the ice table and grabbed a small, frozen sculpture of a snowflake from a bowl of winter-themed ice objects. I held it up, grinning like the devil himself.
“Wanna play a little hot and cold?” I asked, waggling my eyebrows.
Her eyes went wide, a little ‘holy shit’ and a lot of 'fuck yes' flashing across her face as she nodded vigorously.
I smirked, running the ice over her nipples. She gasped, her body shuddering like I'd shocked her.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she hissed, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
I dragged that snowflake down her stomach and between those gorgeous thighs. She moaned like a woman possessed as I circled her clit with the ice.
“Holy… shit,” she cried out, gripping the furs like they were a lifeline. “That's… I can't even… fuck, don't stop!”
I kept at it, alternating between my fingers and the ice, playing her body like a goddamn instrument. She was writhing and moaning, a fucking masterpiece of pleasure laid out just for me.
“Brody, I'm gonna come,” she gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. “Fuck, I'm so close.”
“Not yet, baby,” I growled, pulling the ice away.
The snowflake was nearly gone, melted by the inferno between us. Without missing a beat, I replaced it with my mouth, and sweet Jesus, the sensation was unreal.
My mouth felt like fire against her chilled skin. I could taste the lingering coolness mixed with her sweetness, a combination that made me harder than I'd ever been in my life.
I lapped at her like a man starved, determined to make her scream my name. Because Avery was mine, all mine, and I was going to make damn sure she never forgot it.
I devoured her pussy like a starving man, my tongue working her clit as I felt her body tense up. The switch from ice to heat had her nerves on fucking fire.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, grinding against my face like she was trying to suffocate me. I gripped her thighs, holding on for dear life as I drove her wild.
I could feel her getting close, her body vibrating like a tuning fork.
When she came, I didn't let up, lapping up every drop of her like it was the last drink on earth. Her thighs clamped around my head, back arching as she rode out her orgasm. Fuck, making her come like this was better than any high I'd ever known.
I could feel her pulse racing against my lips, her body quivering with aftershocks. The taste of her, the feel of her, those fucking sexy noises she made—it was all burned into my brain. I'd remember this until the day I died.
When she finally came down, she collapsed like a puppet with cut strings, gasping for air. I looked up at her, feeling like the king of the fucking world. Seeing her like this—satisfied, glowing, and sexy as hell—made my chest tight. Full.
My dick was so hard, screaming for attention. But seeing Avery like this—fully fucked and beautiful—was worth blue balls for eternity.
“Holy shit,” she gasped, eyes wide. “That was… that was… fuck, you broke my brain, Hawkins.”
I smirked, leaning in to kiss her. “Just doing my civic duty, Spark. Someone's got to keep that big brain of yours offline once in a while.”
She laughed, a sound that went straight to my dick. “Give me a minute to remember how my limbs work, you smug bastard.”
I flopped down beside her, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin and heaving chest. Fuck, those tits. I didn’t even know I was a tit man until I met this goddess of a woman.
“Take your time,” I growled, my voice rough with need. “I've got all night to worship this body of yours.”
Her eyes darkened at that, a slow smile spreading across her face. She turned to face me, her hand sliding down my chest, fingernails scraping lightly over my abs.
“Oh really?” she purred, her touch teasing. “And here I thought it was my turn to do some worshipping.”
Before I could respond, she was above me, hovering over my hips, and I had to bite back a groan.
“Your turn, Hawkins,” she purred. “Ready for me to blow your mind?”
“Bring it on, Spark,” I growled, body already on fire. “Show me what that perfect body can do.”
One thing was for damn sure: this ice hotel was about to melt. And I couldn't fucking wait.
She reached over, eyes glinting like a predator, and grabbed another ice sculpture. This one was a fucking icicle, long and slender like some kind of crystal sex toy. With a smirk that could melt steel, she ran her tongue over it, eyes locked on mine.
Jesus Christ, it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and my brain was already short-circuiting.
“See something you like, big boy?” she asked, her voice dripping with sin.
“Fuck me,” I growled, cock harder than that damn icicle.
She laughed, low and dirty. “Oh, I intend to.”
With a deliberate slowness that was pure torture, she slid that icicle into her mouth and started sucking like it was her job. Her cheeks hollowed, and I swear my soul left my body. All the while, her eyes remained locked on mine, daring me to look away.
Avery stayed straddled over me, her hot pussy hovering just above my dick like the world's cruelest tease. I could feel the heat radiating from her, a stark contrast to the ice she was playing with. My hands instinctively went to her hips, but she batted them away with a wicked grin.
“Hands off, Hawkins,” she warned. “This is my show.”
She leaned down, tits brushing my chest, sending lightning through my veins. Then, without warning, she traveled south and wrapped those cold lips around my cock, and holy fuck, I nearly shot off the bed.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” I gasped, hips bucking. “A little warning next time!”
Avery pulled off with a pop, grinning like the devil herself. “Where's the fun in that?”
I let out a sound like a wounded animal as she went to town, alternating between sucking me off and cooling her mouth with the ice. The contrast between hot and cold was electric, making my whole body fucking sing.
“Fuck, Avery,” I panted, gripping the sheets so hard I thought they'd tear. “You're going to be the death of me.”
She hummed around my dick, the vibrations nearly making me lose it. “Helluva way to go, isn't it?” she quipped, coming up for air.
As she kept working me over, taking me deeper with each bob of her head, I couldn't tear my eyes away. The sight of her, eyes closed in concentration, those perfect lips stretched around me, was almost enough to make me blow my load right then and there.
Fuck, this woman was going to ruin me for anyone else. And you know what? I was completely okay with that.
“Fuck, you're gorgeous,” I growled, the words ripped from my chest.
She looked up, those killer eyes meeting mine, and for a split second, I saw something that made my heart stutter. But before I could wrap my brain around it, she went into overdrive, and my mind went blank.
I could feel my orgasm building, my hands gripping the furs like a lifeline. My whole body was wound tight, ready to snap.
“Avery,” I grunted, voice raw. “I'm gonna?—”
Then, like the fucking champion she is, Avery took me all the way down her throat, that cold mouth swallowing me whole. The sudden deep, all-encompassing sensation blew my fucking mind.
It felt like I was being torn apart and put back together, pleasure slamming into me like a freight train. Avery worked me through it like a pro, milking every last drop until I was nothing but a shaking, panting mess.
When it was over, she sat up with a grin that was pure sin and satisfaction.
“So,” she purred, her voice raspy in a way that made my spent cock twitch all over again. “How's that for a cold front?”
I barked out a laugh, still gasping for air. “If that's a cold front, I'm moving to the fucking Arctic.”
She giggled, collapsing onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. The feel of her soft, warm body against mine was better than any post-orgasm high.
As we lay there, catching our breath, I found myself staring at her in awe. This woman… fuck, she was something else. Smart as hell, sexy as sin, and full of heart underneath all that sass.
The walls I'd built around myself were crumbling. All those doubts, the fear of not being good enough, the constant need to prove myself—they all seemed to melt away when I was with her.
Avery lifted her head, those gorgeous eyes meeting mine. She didn't see the adrenaline junkie or the guy with insecurities camouflaged in cockiness. She just saw me.
“What's going on in that head of yours, Hawkins?” she murmured, tracing a finger along my jaw.
I caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Just thinking about how fucking lucky I am,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.
She smiled, soft and sweet, and in that moment, I knew I was done for. Avery wasn't just a cold front or a passing storm. She was the calm after the storm, the peace I'd been chasing my whole damn life without even knowing it.
As I pulled her closer, burying my face in her hair, one thought echoed through my mind: This woman could break me. And fuck if I didn't want to let her.