Ice Steam (Loving All Wrong #3) by S. Ann Cole

Author:S. Ann Cole [Cole, S. Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ann Cole
Published: 2015-02-24T00:00:00+00:00

I was sated. I was floating. I was hot—no, I was warm.

I was safe. I was smiling. I was asleep—no, I was awake.

The mellifluous sound of adept fingers strumming guitar strings wafted around our white room.

I was lying naked on my stomach, and along my bare posterior, Xavier had laid out his old, battered guitar from the wall. He, too, was nude, propped up on his side, arched over me like a hook, as he strummed the guitar on my back. The peaceful silence between us sweeter than the tranquilizing melody he played.

Considering our last hour and a half, this moment of quietude could be considered the calm after the storm. We’d been so mad at each other that our make-up sex ended up being long, abusive, and punitive.

Like he’d promised, he made me pay for those face slaps.

I had bite marks on my inner thighs—which I hoped as hell would be gone by tomorrow for my next shoot—and Xavier had red welts on his face and fingernail scrapes down his back.

We were good again, and I was content. I didn’t have Davian, but Xavier would fill the gap for now.

“That tat on your wrist mean something?” came that deep, luxurious voice. “Been meaning to ask.”

The hairs on the back of my neck rose, and just like that, the placidity was shattered. Instinctively, I flipped my wrist downward to hide the ink there.

On my inner left wrist was an infinity sign that had two small, red hearts inside each loop. Sometimes I wore wide bracelets to hide it, and sometimes I forgot it was there. It definitely meant something, but that’s a something I couldn’t share with the hot, naked rocker beside me.

“Did I say you could talk?”

The strumming continued, even as I felt a shift, then his lips on my shoulder. “Don’t forget the size of my cock, Chino.”

“So, you’re saying because your dick’s monstrous it automatically makes you the boss?”

“C’mon, babe,” he said, licking his tongue across my shoulder blade, “you know the answer to that.”

Eyes closed, cheek pressed to a fresh white pillow, I smiled. “You’re unbearably hot when you’re quiet, but excruciatingly annoying when you open your mouth.”

He abruptly stopped strumming and removed the guitar from my back, setting it aside. And my eyes flew open when I felt his full weight on me. This big, weighty ass man stretched out his entire body along mine.

“Bastard!” I shrieked through a giggle.

He channeled my hair to one side so he could nibble on my earlobe. “How you like me now?”

“I just schooled your dick like a boss, Xavi. Your weight is child’s play,” I boasted, relaxing and letting his body mold itself against mine.

“Let’s see how long that lasts,” he mumbled. “Now, about the tat?”

“My son,” I lied.

He was silent for a minute, then, “You had the tat artist design that specifically for you, or did you pick it from his books?”

“The artist designed it. Why?”

“Swore I saw said tat somewhere before. Can’t quite remember where.”

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