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  My breathing is heavy as I run my tongue down her neck. Her hips meet mine and circle as I pick up my speed again. Wordlessly, I roll over and pull her back on top of me so she rides me. She pulls at her bottom lip with her teeth and she bounces on me. Her hands are behind her to allow her the rhythm that she knows I like. Her tits look amazing like this, so I grab onto them and squeeze. I pull at her nipples and then lean up to catch one in my mouth. She’s still moving up and down on me as I move to the other nipple. As I bite and then suck, I can feel her pussy tightening and her hands claw at my thighs as she comes again. My hand snakes around her back as I hold her to me. I thrust up my hips for my dick to get the best friction as she comes on me and within seconds, I’m coming for the second time in ten minute's which is impressive and I’m amazed at my stamina with her. This woman is my un-doing and in the best possible way.

  "Fuck." She breathes out.

  "Yeah, fuck." I repeat into her hair catching my breath.

  "That was..."

  "Amazing." I finish for her.

  ***

  I stood behind the ribbon with a gigantic pair of scissors, ready to officially open the doors to the new location. I had Allison beside me along with the new director of the southern region posing for photos for the company, for the local and SF newspapers and television news outlets. With this opening, we created 200 new jobs in the area, 50 of which are internships for the local colleges. I feel like this was a huge opportunity for Mad Designs, something my predecessor, my father refused to even entertain.

  Once we shook hands and briefly spoke to the news outlets, Allison and I brought the news outlets inside and gave a personal tour. A photo of Allison from the latest line was prominent in a series from the shoot where I first saw her. She wasn't aware of the photos and turned to me, her face flush as she pointed to the photos that line the wall. The camera flash bulbs go off noticing that the model on the wall is in this very room, and suddenly she’s being swarmed.

  She takes it gracefully, posing and smiling while answering questions like a pro. I watch fondly, watching my girl field questions and answer them like a spokes model. She knows almost as much about MD as I do, so she has no difficulties whatsoever.

  I think back over the last year. We moved fast, we had some snags, our small break up and Penny's bullshit, but we are strong today purely because of those moments. I never thought that I would want to settle down, hell I wasn’t even planning on Allison and I being something so solid, it just happened that way. The day that Tyson Maddox settled down would be the day that hell froze over, that’s what everyone I knew kept saying, hell even I said it plenty of times. I was a player, someone who everyone saw every chick as a potential target for my bed. Now, all I see is Allison, no one else.

  I had no definite plans for how I wanted to propose to her. It wasn’t something, I had put much thought into, I should have, but I don’t want to force it and I just wanted to see my ring on her finger.

  We had dinner reservations tonight to celebrate the opening of the building, and that’s when I was planning to propose.

  After a few questions for me in regards to my connection with Allison, we finished our afternoon lounging by the pool. I passed out at some point to be woken by Allison sprinkling water on me like Chinese water torture.

  I grabbed her by the waist, bracing her fall on top of me and attempting to keep it PG since we weren’t alone and in public. My hand still managed to grip her ass as she squealed against me.

  "You fell asleep." She points out.

  " Yup. What time is it?" I ask, noticing the sun was lower in the sky.

  “It’s almost five. What time is dinner?" She asks.

  "Reservations are for six thirty. Let’s head up. Shower, fuck, and get dressed." I smirk.

  She playfully swats at my chest as I stand and we head up to our room.

  We ended up not fucking; as Allison made the argument that it will take her too long to be ready. Figuring that I have the rest of my life to be between her legs, I shrugged it off and plopped on the bed to watch some television. She even locked the bathroom door so I couldn’t make my way into the shower with her.

  Smart girl.

  We were fifteen minutes early to dinner; our table was ready so we were seated quickly. I had called the restaurant while Allison was in the shower confirming my plans were still in motion. After we placed our orders, I excused myself from the table and said that I was going to use the restroom, however before walking to the restroom, I stopped by the hostess area and handed them the box. I did go into the restroom and washed my hands and then returned to the table to join Allison.

  I pestered her on whether or not she signed her new contract with Mad Designs for every summer from here to eternity and she just blushed at the fact there was no end date on the contract, insisting a term be included. If she accepted this other proposal, there’s no need, but she didn’t know that quite yet. She broached the subject of going away together and her excitement over where we’d go. I listened as she rattled off numerous places and the reasoning behind each spot.

  My palms were sweating as if I ate a handful of Habanero peppers. The waiter came out with our appetizer of Oysters, he placed a plate in front of her and one in front of me, on my plate had a note on it, which read: “Choose the biggest Oyster on top for her.” The waiter then smiled and placed the oyster knife in front of each of us and left the table. Since the bowl was in front of me, I placed the oyster the note indicated on her plate and watched her.

  She shucked the oyster like a pro and after wiping her hands, looked down at her now open oyster with a beautiful French-set Halo Diamond ring in 18 karat white gold staring up at her. Her eyes widened and suddenly all sound aside from her and my own breathing were present. She looked back and forth between the ring and me, that I immediately felt relaxed.

  She opens and closes her mouth several time, and then with shaking fingers, picks up the oyster and pulls the ring out.

  She then looks at me and I smile while taking a small sip of my white wine.

  “Well?” She pokes.

  “Well?” I smile.

  “Are you planning on asking me something here?” She asks.

  “Why would I ask the question, if I already know the answer?” I play with her.

  “Tyson Maddox.” She huffs out.

  I stand, and then kneel down before her as she turns her whole body to me. I grab her hand and kiss the top of it.

  “Allison, my Allie. You’re my best friend and my partner, the person that I think about when I wake up, before I go to bed and all those moments in between. You’ve shaken up my life and did the unthinkable. I know we haven’t been together for that long, but I don’t know the timeline for this type of thing really matters. What I do know is you have me, all of me and I don’t want to wait another day until I have all of you. I’m down on my knees for you and only you. Will you do me the honor of making me the clichéd happiest man on Earth and agreeing to be my wife?”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  ALLISON

  I said YES!

  .::The End::.

  EXTRAS

  PENNY

  I saw in the on the gossip website this morning that my ex was engaged. There were cell phone photos that other patrons at a restaurant in San Diego took and sent in for their fifteen minutes of fame. That could have been me marrying him, if I only was either a little smarter about my younger dalliances or all together didn’t fuck things up in the first place. If I knew then what a mess and redirection my life would have become, I would have possibly re-thought a lot of my younger days.

  I replay that night whenever I feel down, how I had to re-work my life after Tyson took it all away from me. How after daddy found out about our break up, he casted me out of his will and treated me like a castaway. Daddy was hoping that marrying into the Maddox name would help his company name get back into people’s minds since his company was going under. So I do blame Tyson for how my life turned up, as j
uvenile as that sounds, regardless of my indiscretions, it was him who ended us when he could have had me and whatever he wanted on the side, if he needed.

  Daddy liquidated everything and all I got out of the whole deal when he finally kicked the bucket was a beat up house in the middle of nowhere that’s walls were barely standing. So I was fucked and without the pleasure.

  After I was thrown out of the apartment we shared then, I turned to my best friend who allowed me to stay in her one bedroom apartment across town. The guys that I had been dating behind his back refused to see me anymore on behalf of the bro code, when I know for a fact that Tyson acted as if they didn’t exist as well.

  So I walked around campus for the remaining few months of my senior year with a scarlet letter fixed to my clothing it would seem, as people would cast me looks whenever I was around. Somehow word got out about the circumstances of the breakup and I was a sudden outcast, almost like high school all over again. Labeled a slut and a whore, all because I got my rocks off and was caught.

  Over the years I kept an eye on Tyson and his life. I knew that he didn’t do relationships anymore, as evidenced by the numerous females that he was photographed with, along with no notable news of a girlfriend. When a job opening came up for an Associate Portfolio Manager at Capital Management in the same building that housed Mad Designs, I knew this was my second change at a happy ending. So I applied and I got the job in the hopes of reuniting. I wasn’t so delusional to think that it wouldn’t take some convincing, but if he would hear me out, then I could possibly have a chance. At least that was my thinking at the time.

  I first saw Tyson as he exited the parking garage one evening, so I tried to time my departure from work around when I could accidently bump into him. I didn’t plan to actually be in the same elevator with him while he was cozied up to some beautiful woman as if he knew her intimately; he looked at her adoringly, like he used to look at me and I could feel the sting, and the fact that I would have to be more persistent.

  My actions the day that he came to my office to let me finally talk were completely unlike me and I’ve regretted it every day. When he threatened of a restraining order, I knew that would be bad for my career and so I dropped it, I finally came to terms that Tyson Maddox and I would never reconcile, let alone be friendly.

  Now, he was engaged, to the very same beautiful woman in the elevator, who happened to be a model. Go Figure. I should be happy for him, I should have moved on from the past years ago. But how can you move on from a past, when it ruined your future?

  EXTRAS

  BETH

  My school girl crush on Jacob Maddox was reaching new limits today as we sat beside another at Tyson and Allison’s engagement party. I could smell his woodsy cologne and with the small brushes on his hand on my arm while we talked, my heart felt like it was skipping a beat. After toasts and small speeches were made, Jacob and I happened to approach the bar at the same time.

  He was dressed casual, and looking positively edible in a blue and white plaid-ish shirt with a matching thin blue tie. His jeans hugged him in all the right spaces, especially his ass. And that ass, lately I’ve wanted to just slap it something fierce. His hair was tussled perfectly, as if someone was pulling on his hair. I imagined at that moment that he let me pull on his hair as he attacked my neck. I shake my head to get the image out as he turns to look in my direction.

  “Shots?” He asked, looking at the two tequila shots in front of me.

  “Yup!” I shrug.

  Jacob grabbed one of the shots and winked. “May as well get shitty in good company.”

  I smile and we take the shots together. The burn feeling great sliding down my throat and warmth spreading through my body as I slam my shot glass down on the bar.

  Jacob ordered a few more rounds of shots and soon we’re giggling and holding onto each other for leverage. I can’t remember when I had this much fun. We eventually sat back down in our seats and re-joined the party. Jacob’s hand eventually landed on my thigh as he leaned into me to whisper something in my ear and when that happened, all the blood rushed to that spot of my body, where he was touching. I stared at his hand, which remained there for the remainder of the evening. Sometimes his fingertips would draw on my leg, sometimes it would squeeze, and the whole time it was all my body was focused on.

  “Want to share an Uber? You still live by my place, right?” He asks as everyone stands at the end of the night to say our final congrats and farewells.

  I nod, still unable to form coherent words.

  We wait outside on the sidewalk, waiting for our ride. It’s slightly cold out, and Jacob has his arm around me to shield me from the brisk summer San Francisco crisp. I lean into him and with my head on his hard chest; I can feel his rapid heartbeat. I smile, in hopes that the closeness of us is causing his heart rate to spike. He’s a touchy feely type of guy, and even though we’re just friends and have known each other for year, it always makes me feel special when he wraps his arm around my shoulder like this. I just hope that it’s more than as a sisterly way, even though he’s never said anything about me as ‘family’ like Tyson does.

  Finally, our car arrives and I give my address first because it’s closer than his place. As we approach my apartment, I reach for the door and Jacobs gets out with me. I thank the driver, and lean into Jacob to give him a hug goodbye.

  “Wait, I’m coming up with you.” He says roughly while waving to the driver.

  “What?” Words fail me and my heart rate picks up again.

  “Yeah, let’s not let the night die young, what do you say?”

  “Um.”

  “If you let me up, I’ll make it worth your while.” He says, as he runs his nose down my neck. Like a girl with a crush, I tilt my head and suck in some air to give him full access.

  His arms circle me and he pushes himself flush against me as he breathes me in.

  “I’ve wanted you ever since Ty brought you home that one Thanksgiving. But you were always off limits. Now there are no off limits and I get to have you.” He whispers as he nips at my collarbone.

  My breathing is erratic, and I’m sure I’m having a heart attack. I still have no real words forming so I nod in agreement and as we step into the hallway leading to my apartment, he has me against the wall, my arms above my head. His hips pressed against mine and I could feel his length, his incredible hard length press into me.

  Holy crap, I’ve died and gone to heaven…

  An Excerpt from The Office Zone, the final book of the Zone Series:

  LUKAS

  My day started in the Emergency Room, no make that my evening started in the emergency room. I’ve been here a total of 6 hours and my date still has her finger attached, and the bleeding thankfully has stopped. She’s sitting on a hospital bed and I’m sitting in the chair beside her. I hate hospitals; ever since I was little I have detested them. They smell weird and there’s a stigma of depression all throughout the place.

  I try to avoid them at all costs, but I keep finding myself in them. Thankfully, not for myself, but for others either getting in car accidents or having a baby – which means that I’m here a lot more than I would like.

  I look over at my date, Becky. We’ve known each other for a few weeks, we’re not a couple and we hardly know another. I think that she thinks us hanging out is more than what it is, and I just don’t know how to tell her differently. She’s attractive, she’s sweet, but she’s too plain. She has big blue eyes, sandy blonde hair and light freckles speckled across her nose. She seems to have the year round San Diego tan since she’s an avid surfer, but she just doesn’t spark anything primal in me. I usually go for the women with a jaded past, or at least that’s what my exes would say about me. She’s relaxed and the golden color of her skin has returned, which means we could probably leave soon, or at least I hope.

  Rewind to earlier this evening, we were parking in the dirt lot for the Del Mar Fair and somehow when she got out of the passenger side of the
car, she slammed her index and middle finger in the car door. Needless to say, we didn’t end up going to the fair, which was fine by me as I can’t stand the crowds there and now here we are at 1am waiting for the clearance for her to go home.

  “Becky, how are you feeling? Do you have any more dizziness?” The nurse asks with her tablet in her hand.

  “I think I’m good to go. How long before I can get back in the water?” She asks referring to surfing.

  “I would recommend that you wait until the stitches are out and your fingers are fully healed. You do not want to risk infection. The stitches will be removed in 12-14 days, I wouldn’t delay removing the sutures for that. Then you should be practically healed a few weeks later. Luckily, the bones weren’t separated and it was only flesh. You may have hyper sensitivity in your fingertips, and within time that will dissipate.” The nurse explains as she looks back and forth to Becky and then to me.

  “Thanks.” Becky mumbles.

  “I’ll be right back with the discharge papers. Keep those fingers clean, there will be instructions within the paperwork in regards to your aftercare.” The nurse moves quickly out of view and leaves Becky and I alone.

  “So, this was a fun date.” She laughs.

  I’m exhausted; my humor had left my body several hours ago.

  “It’s always a good opener for a joke.” I fake a smile.

  “Thanks for staying with me. I would have probably been bored without you here.” She smiles.

  “No problem.” I shrug indifferently. I’ve been bored, we’ve hardly talked the past few hours and I’ve been nodding off and on.