Destiny on Ice (Boys of Winter #1)(55)

Assuming that’s my cue to speak, I mutter a low and throaty, “Uh-huh.”

Brent fingers me till I spasm around him. “Come for me, Aubrey,” he whispers as I ride out an orgasm that feels like it has no end.

Spent, I collapse onto the bed.

It takes all my energy, but as Brent undresses I wave my hand to a dresser he designated as mine when I moved into his room. “Look in the bottom drawer,” I say slyly.

Naked and glorious, Brent pads over to the dresser and opens the drawer where DPMB sits in all his glory on top of my lingerie.

“Holy shit, Aubrey!”

He picks up the sex toy and turns to me, wielding it like a weapon of mass * destruction. “You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?”

Assuming the no-talking rule is off for now, I prop up on my elbows and say, “I’ve never used it. I was actually planning to send it to my sister, seeing as she’s a pro when it comes to those things—”

“Wow,” he interjects, clearly astonished. “Forget Benny. We should set her up with Nolan. He’s a sex toy aficionado. She sounds like his dream girl.”

“I don’t even want to know what that means,” I reply. “But I can tell you now, I don’t want Nolan anywhere near my sister.”

Brent just laughs.

I continue, dismissing any thoughts of my nemesis, Nolan. “Anyway, I was thinking since I never got rid of the crazy thing that maybe you and I could give it a whirl.”

“Give it a whirl?” He sounds stunned. Raising a brow, he asks, “You really want me to use this thing on you?”

He may act all shocked, but I sense it’s for my sake, an opening for me to back out graciously. But I can see he’s already hard just thinking about it. And God knows I’m dripping. Hell with backing out graciously. The only place I’m backing to is maybe onto this thing. Er, maybe.

“It looks more intimidating than I remember,” I confess. ”But yeah, I think I want you to use it on me. Just be gentle, okay.”

He gives me a look, like that’s a given. “Aubrey, of course. It has to be fun for both of us, or there’s no point.” He sighs. “You sure you don’t want me to just put it away?”

I shake my head. “No. Let’s try it.”

Brent starts toward me with DPMB, and I sit up and pull my knees up to my chest.

“Changing your mind?” he asks.

“Nope. Just mentally preparing.”

He reaches me and nudges my legs apart. I scoot to the edge of the bed, and he asks, “You ready?”

“Uh-huh.”

He doesn’t use DPMB on me immediately. First, he gets me readier than ever with his tongue. Then he fingers me. We also talk about how far and how much I want. DPMB comes with lube, which is essential for the double part.

When we get to that, Brent keeps his promise and uses the toy on me gently and carefully. It’s weird and it’s different, but the kink factor of Brent using the thing on me makes the whole experience hot.

When I’m so worked up I think I might die, he tosses it off to the side and straight-up f*cks me.

I come so many times I lose count.

When Brent finishes, he collapses onto me. “God, that was amazing,” he says.

Just wait till we play with your namesake, Brent 51, I think.

I sense the opportunity might come—no pun intended—the very next night.

Brent, back in sweet and romantic mode, drives me out to the desert in his newest car, a late model Jaguar, so we can see the many nighttime stars that blanket the desert sky.

Once we’re parked in the middle of nowhere, Brent and I get out. He rests his ass against the front of the car, so I wedge between his arms and lean my back against him.

“Oh my God,” I gush, looking up at the sky. “It’s so freaking pretty. I can’t believe how many stars are actually up there.”

“And to think they’re there all the time. We just can’t see them in the city with all the bright lights.”

“Well, they sure stand out here in the desert,” I murmur. “It kind of makes you feel grounded, reminds you of what’s important.”

“It does,” he agrees. “Life’s not all about bright lights and big cities.”

He kisses the top of my head, and I know bright lights and big cities is a metaphor for the glitz and glamour of celebrity life.

“I’m glad you brought me out here,” I murmur.

“I wanted to share it with you. This is my spot to come and think about things, important things.”

“So, this place is special to you?”

“It is.”

“Do you come out here a lot?” I inquire. I’m thirsty to learn all I can about Brent.

I feel him shrug. “From time to time.”

It’s totally quiet in the desert, silence reigns, so we stop talking and just enjoy the peacefulness for a few minutes.

Finally, I break the silence when I bring up something we’ve not yet addressed, not directly. “Brent, what are we going to do if we’re found out?”

“We won’t be discovered,” he assures me.

I turn in his arms to face him. “Still, we have to be extra careful when you go on the road next week.” I sigh. “I love being at your house. It’s a great hideaway. But how are we going to manage to keep our relationship a secret in a hotel when the team’s staying mere feet awa—”