Super Trouble (8 page)

She
pulled back, angling her neck to meet his eyes. “Too much?” As cool as he felt
against her skin, she must feel like fire against his, but he shook his head
and gently encouraged her back to her task.

She
smiled, all wicked promise, and turned her attention back to the delicious
length of his cock. She’d always enjoyed this. The way his body would jerk
helplessly and he would lose all control—his usual stoic restraint melting into
a heated stream of curses, praise, and promises to do whatever the hell she
wanted as long as she didn’t stop.

She
worked her hands and mouth in concert, drawing deep then easing off, setting a
rhythm then changing it right when she felt tension coiling in him. Pulling
back, she flicked her tongue over that sensitive spot right on the underside of
where his shaft met his bulbous head. His hips jerked and he cursed, gripping
her shoulders, hauling her back, his wet cock popping out of her mouth as he
flipped her onto her back and yanked off her panties so fast her entire lower
body lifted off the bed.

A
condom appeared in his hand as if by magic—
thank you, telekinesis.
He
wasted no time rolling it on, though she could see the strain as he tried not
to go off even from that slight touch. He hooked her knees over his elbows,
pressed her legs back toward her shoulders and notched himself at her entrance,
ice-blue eyes holding hers mercilessly. He could have plunged into her then. She
was so damn ready for him it would have been easy going, but his hands moved
between them, searching through her slippery folds until he found that pocket
of nerves and pinched it lightly between his fingers before rolling it in a
slow grinding circle that made her brain incinerate. She arched and screamed
and he drove into her, all the way to the hilt, wrenching another scream from
her. He was so big, stretching her just to the right side of pain, so every
nerve ending was pulled right to the limits.

Then
he began to move.

The
pace was fast and brutal, long, driving strokes, his balls slapping her as he
hilted inside her, grinding the base of his cock against her clit at the end of
each thrust before drawing back and pounding home again. She clutched her own
knees and held on for dear life as pleasure ripped higher and hotter. She was
helpless in this position, completely at his mercy, and
oh god it was so
damn good
.

Then
he slipped his arms beneath her, still deep inside her, and somehow he was
lifting her, carrying her over to pin her against the wall, his hands guiding
her legs around his waist. She locked her ankles at the small of his back and
gripped his shoulders as he rocked into her with slow, shallow pulses. She
heard a high-pitched, panting wail and realized distantly it was coming from
her own throat.

“So
close,” she gasped. “Oh God,
Frost
.”

He
kissed her, his tongue plunging into her mouth as he reached between them and
an icy touch teased her clit, the chill hyper-stimulating the bundle of nerves
and sending her screaming into orgasm, her inner muscles clenching down around
his cock until he released into her, swallowing her screams as she came again,
riding hard on the heels of the first orgasm.

When
the last wracking shudders eased from her body and he released her lips, Kim
let her head fall back against the wall—mildly amazed they were still upright—and
confronted the single thought circling like a shark in her mind.

That
had been way too good.

She
was in big trouble.

Chapter
Ten: Once You Go Super

Frost
collapsed on the bed with Kim sprawled against his chest, more than a little
dazed. He wasn’t entirely sure how they’d gotten here. Of course he knew,
physically speaking, how he’d wound up in bed with his ex. It was all the
non-physical crap that was stirring his brain to a boil, rather than letting
him lay back and enjoy the afterglow.

And
what an afterglow
.

Jesus
Christ, that had been epic. But it shouldn’t have happened. He shouldn’t have
let
it happen, let alone been the engineer opening the throttle on the train
rocketing toward a gap in the tracks over a giant ravine.

Yeah,
he decided he liked that analogy. It was suitably fatalistic to suit his
current mood.

What
the hell had he been thinking?

Hell,
he knew what he’d been thinking. And what he’d been thinking with.

Stupid.
He hadn’t been ruled by his cock in years. Five years, to be exact. This was
what Kim did to him. Turned off his better judgment. This was exactly why this
was a terrible idea. He was weak with her. And a super couldn’t afford weakness.

But
then she stretched, her skin sliding against his, and his higher brain
functions short circuited again.

“That
thing you did,” she breathed against his chest, still sounding a little winded,
“when you picked me up and put me against the wall like I weighed nothing…”

“I
borrowed your telekinesis for a second,” he admitted. It had been a fucking
genius move, if he did say so himself.

“Useful,”
she murmured, then shivered delicately. “Jesus, the possibilities.”

He
grinned. He should
not
be grinning, he knew. But damn if he didn’t feel
good
.
His body was stirring again, recovering quickly and gearing up for round two—and
he didn’t have the heart to tell his cock it wasn’t going to get to play with
Kim again. Hell, if he was going to the devil, he might as well go all the way.

At
least that’s what he told himself when she began nibbling across his chest.

He
chilled just the tips of his fingers and tweaked her nipple, earning a sensual
gasp. He rolled her beneath him and smiled down into eyes already going hazy
with lust. “I seem to recall I can make you come just from touching your
breasts,” he murmured, leaning to blow a kiss of frost across the tightening
buds that tipped her gorgeous breasts. He really had neglected the poor
darlings the first time. They deserved his undivided attention. He bent,
knowing his tongue would feel like fire after the cold of his fingers.

“
Jesus
,”
she whispered, her eyes rolling back.

He
grinned.
The possibilities
.

****

“So
who else tried to fuck you into submission?”

Frost
glanced up from the cupboards he was ransacking for some late night refueling,
frowning at her where she stood at his island in one of his old T-shirts. “What?”

“You
said other superheroines had tried to fuck you into compliance. So who was it?”
She knew this was a bad line of questioning to pursue. Displaying her jealousy
for all the world to see when she had no right to be possessive of him was a
good way to ruin the tentative truce they had going, but she hadn’t been able
to stop thinking about those unnamed superheroines since the two of them had
migrated from the bedroom to the kitchen.

He
turned back to the cupboards, though there were lines of tension around his
mouth that hadn’t been there a minute earlier. “You notice I haven’t asked you
anything about Justice.”

“That
isn’t the same. You know who he is. You know it’s over. And you know it never
meant anything.”

“Do
I?”

“You’re
the one who banned me from talking about him.”

“You
said he was romantic,” Frost growled, tossing boxes of cereal and power bars
onto the counter. He wore only a loose pair of pajama pants, but she endeavored
not to get distracted by the man candy buffet, focusing on the actual food.

There
wasn’t much to choose from. That was one thing that hadn’t changed. Neither of
them had ever been able to cook worth a damn. If not for take-out they both
would have starved long ago.

“He
gave me a Taser. He trusted me enough to arm me. I thought it was sweet.” She
snagged a strawberry power bar off the counter and peeled off the wrapper. “Did
you sleep with DynaGirl?”

“Darla?”
he asked with a satisfying degree of shock and disgust. “She’s like my little
sister.”

She
was also the superheroic hottie who had been nicknamed the Jessica Rabbit of
Crimefighters and exuded unfiltered sex appeal as she saved the world. Kim had
always wondered if that was what Frost really wanted—someone superstrong, super
good, and supernaturally sexy. But they had grown up together, so maybe he
didn’t see her the way the rest of the slavering male population did. “So who?”

“There
wasn’t anyone else, okay?” he growled, ripping into an energy bar of his own. “No
one serious. I meant what I said about not endangering anyone with my
lifestyle.”

Somehow
that didn’t make her feel any better. Knowing the other women he’d been with in
the last five years were just scratching an itch, knowing that he hadn’t let
himself care about any of them just made it that much more likely that he
wouldn’t let himself care for her. Suddenly the energy bar tasted like sawdust.

“It
really didn’t mean anything with Justice?”

And
just like that the world had flavor again. He was jealous. She could work with
jealous. “Justice is a good guy and he was always there for me when I needed
him.” Unlike some people she could mention. “But it wasn’t true love or
anything. We sort of fell into a relationship by default. At first we were just
friends and everyone assumed we were dating, then it was almost easier to just
start dating than explain to everyone twenty times a day that we weren’t. We got
along well enough, but there was always something missing. Something that
wasn’t quite right.” She finished her energy bar and rounded the island to his
side. “Toward the end, we really only saw each other when we were doing public
appearances together. Dating for the benefit of our audience.”

“Did
you ever figure out what wasn’t right?” Frost asked.

Besides
the fact that he wasn’t you?
“He’s a good guy. A great guy. A real knight in shining armor.”

Frost’s
expression darkened ominously. Kim smiled internally.

“But
it turns out I like my guys with a little more edge, a little more darkness
turning all that pure white honor into sexy grey ruthlessness.”

He
turned to her, caging her between him and the island. Her heartbeat instantly
accelerated in a conditioned response. Damn, this man turned her crank. Every
delicious, morally grey inch of him.

“Which
one are you, Trouble? White? Grey? Black?”

She
knew he wanted her to profess her innocence, promise that she was a good girl,
but the truth was more complicated. “I don’t know what I am. I’m still figuring
that part out.”

He
loomed over her. “You’re not supposed to tell the super enforcer that you’re
thinking of turning villain.”

“It’s
not like that’s my goal, but it isn’t as simple as what I want. It never has
been. I’m a reporter. I was never supposed to be part of the story, that was
never who I wanted to be, but I didn’t have a choice about that. So I learned
to deal to with it. Now everything is changing again and I’m just trying to
figure out where I fit. I’m not a reporter anymore, but I don’t know how to be
anything else. I’m always the girl digging for the story—”

His
cell phone rang and she broke off, twisting to grab his jeans because she was
closer to where they’d been flung over the ottoman in their earlier rush.

“Kim…”

“You
should get this,” she cut him off, suddenly regretting everything she’d said
since they walked into the kitchen. “A super never ignores his phone. It could
be an emergency.”

She
plucked the phone out of his pocket and started to hand it to him. She didn’t
mean to look. She wasn’t trying to pry, but the word JUSTICE splashed over the
screen in giant letters was hard to ignore.

Irritation
flashed. Of course it was Justice. The man who had sicced Frost on her to begin
with. He was the only reason she was here. Not because Frost had cared enough
to look in on her, but because he
owed Justice
. God forbid Frost
actually care about her.

She
was flinging the phone at his face before she even formed the conscious
decision to do so. “You better get that,” she snapped, spinning on her heel and
striding back toward the bedroom. She needed to find her underwear.

Chapter
Eleven: A Rock Hard Alibi

Frost
cursed and watched Kim stalk back into the bedroom before answering the call.

“Your
timing sucks,” he said as a greeting.

“I
don’t care how late it is,” Justice snapped, sounding as angry as Frost had
ever heard him. “You were supposed to be watching her.”

“I
am watching her.” Watching her walk out of his bedroom in nothing but her
underwear and begin collecting her clothes where they were scattered around his
living room.