Frozen Necessity (11 page)

Colt lowered his head and captured her nipple in his mouth. It was Geli’s turn to groan. She arched her back wanting more, so much more. Her free hand wove into his dark locks to keep his head at her breast.

When he released her nipple, she tightened her hold on his erection in protest of her neglected breast, but it was only so he could move to the other one.

She heard a snap and her bra was gone.

“Did you just bite my bra off?”

He raised his head and gave her a lazy smile that was so sexy, it took her breath away.

“It was in my way.” He didn’t sound repentant at all.

Angelica worked the button of his jeans with more dexterity than she through she had and unzipped him a second later. She reached into the low-slung jeans and captured his large erection in her palm. She curled her fingers around it and stroked him.

Colt hissed and bucked his hips into her hand. “If you keep that up, I’m going to take you soon.”

She loved the effect she could have on him, so she leaned up resting her weight on an elbow to nibble a line along his collarbone.

Her hand found the head of his erection and she ran her thumb over the slit, feeling a drop of moisture form there. She moaned at the knowledge that he was enjoying it.

“God, Gelibean.”

He stood up and she nearly cried out, reaching for him, but he pulled off his jeans, then stood there a second.

Angelica took him in, in all his masculine glory and felt more heat race down her body to pool at the juncture of her thighs.

She wanted that large proud part of him buried deep inside of her, and she wanted it
now
.

Impatient, she undid her jeans and wiggled out of them as he watched. He ran a hand over his mouth as if the sight of her getting naked was getting to him way more than he’d let her see.

His erection gave him away when it twitched and Angelica smiled. She might never have been with a man, but she’d seen enough while viewing earth with the other women to know what that meant.

She crooked a finger at him.

Colt shook his head. “It’s too intense…”

Damn it! He’s going to walk away again. Panic filled Angelica.

“No, it isn’t. Come here.”

Colt took a step backward and Angelica, desperate to keep him with her so they could finish this, did something she’d seen once when they’d stumbled on a view that had porn on the TV.

She slid her hands over her breasts and down her stomach.

His eyes were riveted on her, following every movement she made.

Angelica opened her thighs and slipped her hands between her legs.

It did the trick. Colt moved so fast he was a blur. He was on top of her and kissing her desperately, his erection pushing at her opening.

Another type of panic set in as Angelica as she realized it was her first time and he didn’t believe her. He might hurt her.

She regretted teasing him into this.

She broke the kiss. “Colt…”

“I’m sorry, Geli. I can’t treat you like I want to, if I don’t get inside you now, I’m gonna go up in flames.”

He reached down and positioned himself, then looked into her eyes and slammed his hips forward, burying himself in Angelica to the hilt.

Angelica bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming.  She felt her eyes widen and watering as pain smashed through her. It felt like he’d just ripped her open.

Before she could even tell him that he’d hurt her, Colt was back to kissing her and she started to forget the hurting with his lips moving over hers. He pulled out of her and Angelica braced for pain, but when he slid back into her, there was…pleasure.

So that is what everyone means when they say sex is really good.

Angelica relaxed and let her hands start roaming Colt’s body. As he pushed in and pulled out of her, she could feel something building. Her hands in his hair, her tongue dancing with his, she needed more.

Her hips started to rock of their own accord and she met each thrust with one of her own. The pressure built like a volcano of pleasure.

Angelica screamed into Colts mouth and broke the kiss to throw her head back as she climaxed for the first time. Her whole body shook with the unadulterated ecstasy.

She felt Colt’s whole body tense above her just as he bellowed, thrusting as deep as he could get into her body.

She could feel Colt’s hardness pulsing inside her as he came. He stayed there for endless moments, his eyes locked on hers, his breath coming in hard pants. His skin was slick with the sheen of sweat.

He lowered himself down and rolled next to her, pulling her into his arms and shoving down the quilt so they could get under it.

He kissed the top of her head and sighed.

Angelica suspected it was due to contentment. That or this was one well-sated male.

He kissed her shoulder in an absent manner, and murmured in a husky voice, "We are going to do this all night, Geli."

Angelica was on board with that idea. As soon as she caught her breath, she was going to make sure it happened again, but first, she had to know.

“So, now you believe me right?” Angelica knew there was no way he could have missed the fact that she was a virgin when they’d had sex, and it was reasonable to know if she was a virgin, she couldn’t be the woman who had raped him.

“What are you talking about, Geli?” He sounded sexy and content.

“You know I’m not the one who raped you.”

Colt stiffened at her back, making Angelica tense, too.

“You had to remind me of that, right? It's not good enough that I let it go and made love to you anyway. You just had to bring up my time at your hands.”

“What?” Angelica sat up, pulling the quilt up to cover her breasts. “How can you say that, I’m am… I mean was a virgin before you—you…took me now.”

He snorted. He actually snorted. Fury started to burn in her veins. What a complete jerk he was. He didn’t believe he’d just had a virgin. Was the man ten kinds of stupid. Seriously? Angelica was beyond livid.

“Geli, I’ve had a virgin or two in my time, and you were no virgin. So don’t try and bullshit me, okay? I didn't feel any hymen, and no virgin would act so brazen. I’ve tried to let what happened go and you need to do the same so we can move on.”

“There. Will. Be. No. Moving. On.” She bit out each word. “Not until you realize that I’m not the one who raped you, and if you are too dumb to know you just fucked a virgin. then there is no hope of that, is there?” She got off the bed pulling the quilt around her and stomped around the room picking up her clothes.

“Yeah, virgins go around saying
Fucked
all the time.” He leaned back against the wall behind the bed and folded his arms behind his head. “Let it go, Geli, and come back to bed.”

“Never. You are going to believe that I did that to you for the rest of our lives, and I can’t live like that, so forget this whole damn thing, Colt, because it’s not going to work,” she spat out and stormed out the room, still wrapped in his quilt. He could damn well sleep without it, since she didn’t have her bearskin, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to be sharing his bed so he could share the quilt. She stomped into her room and slammed the door.

“It’s going to work, Angelica.”

She could hear him through the closed door, as tears streamed down her face.

“Because I said it would work,” he finished and Angelica kicked the door for good measure.

Chapter Eleven

Cursing, Angelica grabbed her sore foot. She should have gone and kicked the jerk. At least, then, the sore foot would be worth the pain. The quilt tripped her up and she landed on her butt on the floor with her sore foot still in her hand. Hot tears streamed down her face. How could he do this too her?

It’s a good thing that he’s forgiven you, even if you are innocent.

Angelica snorted and cried harder. She hadn’t done anything, so forgiving her for something she hadn’t done didn’t count to her. He needed to see she was innocent in the first place, and now her only chance was gone.

She hadn’t realized that giving him her virginity would be a way to prove her innocence, but now that she had, the stupid moron hadn’t even noticed.

How could she prove she was innocent? Did she want to anymore?

Damn, how could that male hurt her this much every time she turned around.

Because you care what he thinks. You care a lot about what he thinks.

Her inner voice was right. Angelica pulled her knees up and banged her forehead against her knees. She was falling for Colt. As stubborn and demanding as he could be, he couldn’t seem to hate her, and that meant something to her. She’d seen him with those children and wondered what he’d look like with
their
children.

She was falling hard, and that wouldn’t do. She had to get away before it was too late, before she spent her life tied to a proud alpha male who thought she’d raped him. That, she couldn’t live with, and she knew that in the end, he’d grow to hate her, too. It wasn’t something they could get past.

She had to get away, and she knew how she was going to do it. She was going to take Kate up on her offer, because she didn’t think her friends would help her out of this situation.

Ath was too much of a romantic to deny Colt a chance to make it work, and Geli couldn’t let that happen. She was scared he might get it right, and she didn’t want to live with his anger over her head.

Angelica got up and wiped the tears from her face. She would wait until Colt was asleep, then sneak out of the cabin and go find Kate. She’d heard Jericho telling Archer which was his cabin.

“Are we going back to the mine?” Michael’s voice was a whisper in the darkened room. She could feel his presence and how, when he spoke, he sucked the heat out of her body. The least she could do was take the ghost back to where he came from. She was sure he didn’t want to spend his after-life tied to her, and she now knew why he was haunting her. The signet ring.

She’d return the ring to where she’d found it, leave the ghost behind and make her way, with Kate’s help, to another town and then to the city, getting lost in the people of this realm so Colt could never find her. She knew enough about the place to get by, so she was sure she could make it. Until she could leave, she’d have to be quiet. Geli curled up on her bedding, drawing Colt’s quilt around her. She buried her head in the material and smelled him all over it. Fresh tears fell down her face and she dashed them away with the back of her hand.

No, she would not cry about that male. She didn’t need his presence to be complete. She was a phoenix, and they’d lived without men for centuries.

You keep telling yourself that, Geli. Her inner voice taunted her.

She must have fallen asleep, because the fire had burned down low and something icy was touching her, making her shiver in the warmth of the quilt.

“Wake up, Angelica.” It was Michael’s familiar whisper in her ear.

“Why?”

She was sleep-mussed and confused.

“We have to leave before the dawn, or we won’t be able to.”

Pain and heartache caused her stomach to form a hard lump as she remembered her decision to leave Colt.

She nodded, sat up, and rubbed her eyes so they would focus better.

“You’d better get dressed,” Michael told her and Angelica felt heat in her cheeks. She’d gone to sleep naked in the quilt, not even thinking to put her clothes back on again.

“Turn around.” She couldn’t see him, but she hoped he’d listen as she scrambled to put on the clothes she’d tossed on the floor when she’d had her tantrum the night before.

She picked up the quilt, intending to take it with for warmth, but Michael spoke. “No, it’s too cumbersome. Leave it here. You can take Colt’s coat instead.”

She nodded and dumped the quilt on the floor. He was right. It was too big to carry around with her. She made sure she had the signet ring and moved quietly out her door. The cabin was quiet—no sound from Colt’s room. She tiptoed to the door and took his coat down off the peg, slipping her arms into it. It was nearly as awkward as the quilt would have been. She drowned in the large garment. At least it would keep her warm.

You mean—At least it smells like Colt.

Angelica shut down her mental inner voice and opened the door. She froze when it creaked. Why had she never noticed that creak before?

The cabin remained quiet, not a sound out of place, so she pulled the door open and walked out into the night.

Now she had to find Jericho’s cabin and get Kate to take her out of here.

She found the place, and it was made easier by the disassembled dirt bike on the front porch. She thought only someone like Jericho would leave a half-worked-on machine on the porch over winter.

Angelica had one big problem, though. How was she going to get Kate’s attention?

A curtain by the front window twitched and the door opened. Kate stood in the doorway with a steaming cup of coffee in her hand and Angelica’s stomach growled as she realized she hadn’t had much to eat in the last while.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Kate said in her throaty voice. “Come on in, Angelica.”

“What about Jericho?” Angelica asked. She didn’t want to have to explain why she was here this time of night.

“He isn’t here. He’s gone off on a
hunting
trip.”

Okay…Angelica wasn’t sure she wanted to know what that was all about. She had a feeling she wouldn’t like it.

She walked up the steps, and Kate pushed the porch door open for her. She stepped into the warm cabin, and the first thing that hit her was the masculinity of the place. It was a man-cave in every respect. She pitied the poor female who would have to tame Jericho. He even had a jukebox in one corner of the living room.

“Coffee?” Kate offered

“Yes, please. Sweet, if you don’t mind.”

A moment later, Kate handed Angelica a steaming mug of coffee. It smelled like heaven, and Angelica wrapped her hands around the mug, then blew across it to cool it a bit so she could sip it.