Scoring with the Wrong Twin (Ice Chronicles Hockey #2)

25. Blaze

25

Blaze

The limo takes us to a secluded overlook, the Vegas skyline glittering in the distance. Lowering her window, Savannah takes in the view.

“This is… incredible,” she says softly.

“Thought you’d like it,” I reply.

She turns to me, one eyebrow raised. “What now?”

“Time to finish what we started. More comfortable than in a truck this time.”

She closes her window. “What about the driver?”

I press a button to raise the partition. “Problem solved.”

Trailing my tongue down to her neck, I murmur, "Would you like me to let you, just this once, call the shots?"

She moves her hand to my crotch, and squeezing my hard cock over the pants she replies, "Oh, baby, you'll end up letting me call all the shots always, not just once."

That’s why I adore this woman. She doesn’t take my bullshit but shows me who’s really the boss. And quite frankly, she’s the boss because I’m not a wimp, but I’d do anything for her. And for our babies. Beautiful babies calling me ‘Dad.”

That thought is not helping me stay hard—I feel my cock going limp. So I think of Savannah's boobs in my mouth. The way her body responds to me. And that’s all I need to snap back into the moment.

Her breath catches, and for a moment, all the teasing disappears. I close the space between us, grabbing her hair with passion and kissing her deeply. Everything else fades—just her, her scent, the way she melts into me.

Savannah's hands run up my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles through my shirt. I reach up, cupping her face in my hands, and pull her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues dance together, and I can taste the faint hint of red wine on her lips. She moans softly into my mouth, and the sound sends a shiver down my spine.

I slide my hands down her back, feeling the curve of her spine, and then lower, grabbing her firm ass. She grinds against me, and I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy through her thin lace panties. I groan, breaking the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at her soft skin.

She arches her back, pressing her boobs against my chest. I can feel her hard nipples through the fabric of her blouse, and I reach up to unbutton it, revealing her lacy bra. I push the cups aside, freeing her breasts, and take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and teasing it with my tongue.

Savannah gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. She slides down my body, her lips trailing kisses down my chest, and then lower, until she's kneeling between my legs. She looks up at me, her eyes filled with desire, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

She reaches up, her fingers deftly unbuckling my belt and opening the zipper of my pants. She pulls them down, freeing my cock, which is rock hard and throbbing. She licks her lips, and I can't help but groan at the sight. She wraps her hand around my cock, stroking it slowly, and then leans down, taking it into her mouth.

I throw my head back, my hands gripping the leather seat tightly, knuckles turning white under the strain. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth around my cock is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. She takes me deeper, her lips gliding over my shaft with a delicate precision that has me gasping for breath. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive tip, teasing and exploring, before she takes me in again, this time with a gentle suction that sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

As she sucks me—slow, fast, slow again—I reach down with both hands, grabbing her boobs, squeezing and teasing her nipples. She moans, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure through my body. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge.

She looks up at me, her eyes locked onto mine, and the sight of her eating me while maintaining eye contact is almost too much to bear.

I feel her hands, soft and sure, cupping me, stroking me in rhythm with her mouth. She squeezes and massages my balls, the gentle pressure adding a new layer of sensation that has me seeing stars. The combination of her touch and the velvety heat of her mouth is intoxicating, pushing me closer to coming with each passing second. I look down, meeting her gaze, and the sight of her, eyes still locked on mine as she pleasures me, is almost enough to undo me completely. She hums softly, the vibration adding yet another dimension to the overwhelming pleasure, and I know I won't last much longer. My body tenses, every muscle coiling in anticipation as she brings me to the brink of ecstasy.

I don't want to come yet. I want to be inside her.

I reach down and pull her up, so she can straddle me. I reach under her dress, pulling her panties down and tossing them aside. I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and I can't wait any longer. I massage her pussy and help her on top of me. She's a vision of perfection, her aroused expression driving me wild. I pull the straps of her dress down, revealing her bra, and quickly unhook it, freeing her boobs and grabbing them hard.

I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and teasing it, while my hands explore her body. She grinds against me, her breath coming in short, ragged pants. I can feel her wetness against my cock, and I can't wait any longer. I reach down, grab my cock and position it at her entrance—and then slowly thrust up into her.

She moans loudly, her head thrown back, and I can feel her tight, wet pussy enveloping me. I groan, gripping her hips tightly, and start to thrust up into her, meeting her movements with my own. She rides me, her hips moving in a rhythm that drives me wild. I can feel her clit rubbing against me, and I reach down, rubbing it with my thumb, making her moan even louder.

Her breasts bounce with each movement, driving me crazy. I reach up to grab them, squeeze them, tease her nipples. She throws her head back, her eyes closed, and I can see the pleasure written all over her face. I can feel myself getting closer to climaxing, and I can tell she is too. I reach down, grabbing her ass, her hard ass, and start to thrust up into her, meeting her movements with my own. She moans louder, her body trembling, and I can feel her pussy tightening around me.

"Fuck, Blaze," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I'm so close."

I reach down, rubbing her clit faster, and she screams out, her body convulsing as she comes. I can feel her pussy pulsing around my cock, holding it tight, and it pushes me over the edge. I groan, thrusting up into her one last time, and come hard, filling her with my hot, sticky cum.

"Fuck!"

She collapses onto my chest, her breath coming in ragged pants, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight. She rests her head on my shoulder and stays still.

I don’t want to pull out. I will stay connected to her, as one, for as long as I possibly can.

After a few minutes, when I can finally breathe, without letting her go, and moving as little as possible, I grab my phone and text the driver to keep the limousine gliding through the glowing streets of Las Vegas. I hold her tight and stroke her hair, feeling her heart beating fast on my chest.

The vibrant city lights blur into a kaleidoscope of colors beyond the windows, but all I see is her—the warmth of her body against mine, the soft rhythm of her breathing.

The world outside fades into the background, leaving just the two of us wrapped in this moment, connected as one, as though time itself has paused just for us.

***

The ride back to the airfield is quiet, but not awkward. Savannah rests her head on my shoulder.

“You keep surprising me,” she says.

“Good,” I reply. “I plan to keep it that way.”

Then, the flight back to the ranch is smooth and comfortable, with the kind of silence where words aren’t necessary. Savannah leans against me, her head on my chest as I stroke her hair, both of us feeling the warmth of our bodies, together. She’s tired, but there’s a small smile on her lips.

When we finally land and my chauffeur takes us to to the guest house at the ranch, I step out first, offering her my hand. She takes it, sliding gracefully out of the car. Her heels click softly against the porch steps as we walk to the door of the Airbnb.

She stops in front of it, turning to face me. “You really pulled out all the stops tonight,” she says. “What’s next? The Mariachis in a private island?”

I chuckle, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Let me know when you’re free. I’ll have the private yacht ready.”

Her laughter is soft, but it warms me in a way I’m not used to. “I mean it, Blaze. Tonight was... unforgettable.”

“That was the point,” I reply, my tone quieter now. “You deserve unforgettable. And I will never forget this night. Or any other time I’ve been with you.”

For a moment, we just stand there, the air between us charged. Her eyes search mine, as if trying to figure me out.

“You’re full of surprises, Ice.”

“Good ones, I hope.”

Her smile widens, a little shy, a little bold. “The best ones.”

I lean in, cupping her cheek with one hand. “Savannah, if I kiss you right now, I’m not stopping at the door.”

Her lips curve into a smirk. “Lucky for you, I’m going inside.”

I don’t wait any longer. My lips meet hers, and the world tilts. The kiss is slow, deliberate, and laced with everything I feel but can’t put into words. When we finally pull apart, her eyes are bright, her cheeks flushed.

“Goodnight, Blaze,” she whispers, stepping back and opening the door.

“Goodnight, future Mrs. Ice. I mean fake future Mrs. Ice.”

As I step off the porch, satisfied with how the night ended, a shadow moves near the barn. My dad steps out, his arms crossed, his expression carved from stone. I stop, meeting his gaze.

“Waiting for me like I'm 12? I'm flattered,” I say.

Dad's eyes narrow. “We need to talk.”

This isn’t going to be good.

“A lecture?” I reply, shoving my hands into my pockets. “Can it wait?”

“No, it can’t.” He steps closer, his tone cutting through the night. “You know the rules. No getting involved with guests. It’s a boundary we’ve had since day one.”

“Savannah’s not just a guest,” I counter.

“She’s here for work,” Jack snaps back. “Work that directly affects this ranch and everyone tied to it. If you mess this up, it’s not just your reputation on the line—it’s ours.”

I grind my jaw, refusing to break eye contact. “I’m not messing anything up.”

He scoffs. “Not yet, maybe. But what happens when it falls apart? You think Aubrey’s going to keep Savannah around if you break her heart? Think the festival planning will keep running smoothly? If necessary, I’ll find another agency to handle everything. Savannah will have no reason to stay.”

The words hit harder than I expect, but I stand my ground. “You don’t need to worry about her.”

“I'm not sure you can handle this,” he says bluntly. “And I’m not risking everything we’ve built because you can’t keep business and pleasure separate.”

He turns and walks off, leaving me standing there with the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.