JACE-2(Lane Brothers, Book 3)(215)
Sasha shivered as she was led through the glittering tunnels, her stiletto boots clicking as she walked.
The woman stopped by a frosted glass door and pushed it open. “Enjoy your stay.”
Sasha stepped inside the room. The art piece was an intricate sculpture surrounding the bed. The bed itself was also made of ice. There was a real fur cover and a mattress. Sasha considered undressing and posing for Thomas but realized she’d get far too cold. He’d have to warm her up first.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the thought of being reunited with Thomas. She knew he’d be desperate to make it up to her, and that would result in as many orgasms as she demanded.
She heard the door click open. Thomas had returned from his sauna. His cheeks were pink, and he had sweat on his forehead.
“You made it,” he said. He strode forward to kiss her, but she turned her cheek.
“I’m not ready for kisses,” she said haughtily. Then she flashed him a mischievous grin. “My cunt on the other hand…”
Thomas needed no more instruction. He dropped to his knees and began pleasuring her in the way only he knew how.
***
Thomas made love to Sasha for hours, following every single one of her instructions and giving her orgasm after orgasm. He, himself, was not allowed such a luxury. She was too mad at him to give him the satisfaction he desired, and it made her feel powerful to deny him that ultimate release.
“You can come when I’ve forgiven you,” she told him.
“How many orgasms will that take?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
He smirked at her. “Fine. Two can play that game. No more until you forgive me. No more touching, kissing, not even speaking. I won’t even look at you until you suck my cock.”
“You’re a fucking asshole.”
“You’re a fucking goddess.”
She grabbed him by the shoulders and mounted him. He slid into her easily. It was the first time they’d fucked without a condom, and Sasha could feel the difference right away. It was softer, warmer, and felt even better than she could ever have imagined. Thomas felt it, too.
“Thank God you finally bought the pill.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Shut up.”
She pressed her hot mouth against his and began moving her body against him. It felt so good. She groaned into his mouth, as her kiss deepened and pace increased. She felt like a woman possessed, drunk on the power of her sexuality. The sensation of the fur against her skin was incredible, a whole new experience to add to her catalogue of things she’d felt only with Thomas Lloyd.
***
Thomas and Sasha lay in one another’s arms, completely exhausted.
“I’m surprised we didn’t melt the bed,” Thomas said with a laugh.
“How long have we been here?” Sasha murmured. Sex with Thomas disorientated her sense of time at the best of times, but without a setting or rising sun, it was even more disorientating.
Thomas consulted his watch. “Ten hours.”
“Shit,” Sasha said, sitting up. “That means mom’s awake. I didn’t want to call her when I landed because it would have been in the middle of the night.”
She searched frantically for her cell phone and finally found it.
“No signal. I’ll try going outside.” She wrapped herself up in the down coat and gave Thomas a long, lingering kiss. “Don’t fall asleep on me,” she warned. “I have plenty more tricks up my sleeve.”
He smirked, as she sauntered from the room.
As Sasha strolled through the ice tunnel corridors, she felt more powerful than she ever had before. She’d reached a whole new level of enjoyment with Thomas, one in which she was completely free to explore whatever her body felt like. Thomas wasn’t only completely open-minded, he was downright eager. After years of fucking women in the only way he could to hide his body, being open and naked with Sasha had released a whole new side of him. Together, they would explore every inch of one another, making a map of each other’s bodies.
Sasha pushed open the doors to the hotel. High above, the Northern Lights were swirling in the sky. She had signal, so she called Chris’s home.
“Chris, you won’t believe how beautiful it is here,” Sasha gushed when he picked up the phone.
“Sash, I’ve been trying to call you.”
“I’m sorry, I had no signal. Is Mom there?”
“That’s why I was trying to call you. I’m sorry, Sash. Your mom passed away.”
Sasha blinked once. She felt the cell phone slide from her grasp. Then she was on her knees, the cold snow penetrating into her skin.
Chapter Thirty Seven
Thomas held Sasha’s hand tightly, as they walked to the front of the church. Beautiful lilies adorned the whole place, making a fragrant, calming smell. Thomas had paid for the whole funeral to make sure Julia got the best send off.