Breaking the Ice (3 page)

Stepping closer, he cupped her
face in both hands and kissed her.  It started gentle, but deepened fast and
soon they were pulling at one another’s clothes. 

When Kenzie stood in front of him
in nothing but her bra and panties, he paused to appreciate the view of her
body.  “Your curves…just right, Kenzie.”

She felt the same, running her
gaze from his head of shaggy black hair, dark blue eyes, broad shoulders, thick
chest spattered with dark hair, narrow waist, and long legs. 

In bare feet, he was about nine
inches taller than her five-seven frame.  Wearing nothing but Joe Boxer briefs,
his erection was obvious.  Reaching out, she ran her fingertip over him from
root to tip, happy when he twitched at her touch. 

Diesel gathered her to him.  She
stared at his face as he unlatched her bra and watched as it fell to the floor. 
Her breasts were full, the dark mauve nipples harder than she’d ever felt
before.  She ached.

“Those pretty nipples are just begging
to be sucked.”  He dropped to his knees, cupped a breast in each hand, and sucked
one then the other.  Kenzie’s head dropped back to the door, her fingers buried
in his thick hair. 

She felt him lower the band of
her panties, pulling them down as he continued to pay homage to her breasts. 
The fabric slipped down her legs and she stepped out, watching as he released a
nipple to take in the sight of her mound with neatly trimmed brown curls. 

He sat back on his heels and raked
his nails through the small triangle, staring up at her from the floor.  Kenzie
couldn’t focus; her breath panted through slightly parted lips. 

Smiling and looking quite pleased
with himself, he leaned forward, spread her outer lips with one hand, and
settled his mouth over her clit.  Without conscious thought, she rocked her
hips against his mouth as he began to suck. 

Within moments, she came, holding
his head to her as she worked her folds against a tongue that was every bit as
wicked as she’d imagined.  His hands stroked up the back of her thighs and
gripped the cheeks of her ass, to hold her still while he licked her through
the first climax and chased her toward another that had her knees shaking. 

One hand trailed forward, over
the line of her hip and pelvis.  She knew he planned to give her another orgasm
but she had other plans.  Instead, she pulled his head back with her fingers
fisted in his hair.  His dark blue eyes were almost black, his expression drawn
tight with need. 

“Now, Diesel.  I want you
right
now
.”  Her voice was lower than usual, almost hoarse.

“Oh, hell yes,” he ground out as
he stood in one smooth motion, skimming his underwear off.  He stood proud in
front of her, his own fist circled the thick shaft as he bent to get a condom
from his jeans.  When it was rolled in place, he pressed his front to hers and
she gasped at the sensation of so much skin-to-skin contact. 

His mouth dropped over hers as he
lifted her easily.  He wrapped one of her legs around his hip and she took care
of the other, locking her ankles at his low back. 

One second she felt the rounded
head at the entrance of her body, the next, he powered forward hard and fast,
burying himself to the hilt.  Kenzie screamed.

The moment Diesel entered the
pussy he’d been chasing for more than a month, he registered two very different
things simultaneously.  First, that she was slick and hot around him.  Second, she
was achingly tight because she’d been a virgin. 

MacKenzie Rhodes had been a
virgin.  His eyes snapped to her face and he groaned roughly, “Kenzie?”

“Shut up, Diesel.”  Her eyes were
closed and her voice was barely a whisper.  Her nostrils flared as she worked
to adjust around him. 

He wasn’t a small man and he was
always careful with his lovers; even when they wanted it rough.  He had zero
experience with virgins but he knew it was important to be careful, to be
gentle. 

Shame washed over him and said
gently, “You should’ve
told
me.  I hurt you.  I’m sorry.  I’m
really
sorry, MacKenzie.”

Her eyes opened and met his.  “If
I’d told you, we wouldn’t be here right now and you damn well know it. 
LeBlancs don’t deflower virgins, as two of my sisters can attest.  No one ever
thinks we Rhodes girls
are
, you know.  They figure we give it up fairly
early to the first person to ask.  I raised them and myself better than that.” 

She got within a couple of inches
of his face and said, “It’s done now, so
shut up
and
move
,
Diesel.” 

Kenzie looked angry and he
couldn’t blame her.  He knew the local perception of her family and he’d played
into the bullshit like everybody else.  It wasn’t comfortable to admit but he
figured he’d be just another in a long line.  That was why her reluctance had
irritated him, confused him.

This changed everything.

Diesel cupped Kenzie’s ass more
securely in his hands and carried her to his bed.  He laid her down carefully then
scooted to the center with her in his arms.  As soon as his legs were fully on
the mattress, he stroked his hand through her hair, one arm going under her torso
to hold her more firmly. 

His kisses were gentle now, his fingers
trailed over her collarbone, up her neck and around to the nape.  Lifting her
up a little, he scooped her long hair out from under her, fanning it above her
head.  It dropped like a dark waterfall off the side. 

Deep, slow kisses as he settled
to the root of his cock inside her and gave her time to adjust to his thickness
and length.  His lips moved from her mouth, along her jaw, to the sensitive
area near her ear, and down to the bend of her shoulder. 

A big palm cupped one of her
breasts, his thumb lazily stroking over her nipple until it pebbled hard for
him again, and she sighed.  Subtly glancing at her face, he saw her eyes were
closed and she had her lower lip between her teeth.

She looked more relaxed than he’d
ever seen her.

Kenzie was right.  The LeBlanc
men liked their women easy and experienced; both sides knowing where things
stood, so there was none of that pesky
attachment
. 

It was too late to take back what
he’d done and though he wanted to regret it, he was surprised to find he
didn’t.  Their time together may have started all wrong but he was damn sure
going to make the rest of the experience –
her first time
– good for
her. 

Most of his weight was supported
by his forearm and he went back to kissing her.  His other palm stroked over her
face, down her body to her knee.  He lifted it gently, laying it along his
hip.  When he pulled back and stroked back inside gently, she gasped. 

No more pain, only pleasure, he
thought. 

He went slow, pulling almost all
the way out, and thrusting deep.  He saw the flush start over her breasts and
spread to her face.  It was beautiful on her golden skin.  The first orgasm
built gradually and he saw her uncertainty as her body began to tighten.

“Relax and let it happen,
Kenzie.” 

He circled his hips into her and
she came, arching her upper body into his, the walls of her pussy clenching
around his cock until he thought his eyes would cross.  The curve of her neck
was beneath his lips as she whispered something in Lakota which was
unbelievably
hot. 

“You’re beautiful when you come. 
I want you to come for me again…I need to see it again.” 

He built her back up, pleased
when her hands started moving over him, kneading the muscles of his neck and
shoulders before sliding around to his back.  When the leg he wasn’t holding
wrapped around his ass, it opened her body more for him.  He slipped deeper, nudging
against her womb. 

She was stronger than he expected
and used her legs to pull him against her.  The rubbing of her hard nipples
against his chest was another layer of sensation he’d never noticed before in
the same way. 

All his senses seemed heightened
with her.  Then she put her lips next to his ear and whispered, “Harder,
Diesel, go harder.” 

“Jesus, Kenzie…”  He slid one
hand down to her ass and held her more firmly for the powerful thrusts he
delivered.  He watched her face for any sign of discomfort and saw nothing but
passionate engagement. 

Soon she was moaning, rocking up
to meet every movement he made.  She was naturally sensual, adapting easily to
sex.  Suddenly she went careening over the edge, her orgasm slamming through
her body.  Short nails dug into his back and he fucked her even harder in
response.    

“Diesel…oh my god…”

The walls of her pussy tightened
around his cock so hard he almost couldn’t move.  He forced his way past the
resistance, dragging out her climax until she was shaking all over and moaning
his name. 

It sounded so good on her lips. 

Diesel felt his balls draw tight,
saw her eyes widen as he got harder, bigger inside her.  His cock throbbed
almost painfully with the need to come. 

He picked up the pace, wanting to
give her one more climax, just one more, before he couldn’t stop his own.  The
feeling of his cock pounding in and out of her body as she bucked beneath him
was making him crazy. 

Then she was coming and he yelled
into the quiet room, “Yes, Kenzie, oh fuck
yes
!”

Semen left the head of his cock
so hard he gritted his teeth against the pleasure/pain.  Wave after wave of
liquid heat filled the condom and he didn’t stop moving until she collapsed
against the bed and he’d spent everything he had.

Dropping his head to her
shoulder, he gasped for breath.  When he finally had the strength to hold
himself up, he raised his head and kissed her deeply.  He pulled back in looked
into her eyes as he smoothed the hair from her damp face.  She was still
beautiful
.
 

“I’m sorry about how things
started, MacKenzie.”

“The middle and end were better,”
she told him with a small smile and a stroke over his chest.  “No worries,
Diesel.  About anything.  I wanted
you
because I knew you’d know what
you were doing.  Nothing more.  I didn’t want the first time to suck as
terribly as everyone always says it does.  It didn’t.  Thank you.” 

“Why
now
, Kenzie?  I leave
day after tomorrow.”

“That’s why, Diesel.  I didn’t
want to get emotionally attached to you.”  She laughed but it wasn’t a happy
sound.  Her expression was self-mocking.  “Can you
imagine
?”

He looked at her for a long
moment and said, “Strangely…I can.”

“No, you’re meant for other
places, bigger things than I’ll ever have but I’ll have this and I appreciate
that.  I couldn’t bear the thought of some clumsy redneck being my first.” 

The thought of someone else
having what Kenzie had just given him tightened his gut in an unfamiliar –
though not unwelcome – way. 

For a long moment, she stared at
him.  Then she leaned up to kiss him lightly.  “Move.  You shouldn’t snuggle
with me, Diesel.”  She pushed at his shoulders and he pulled out of her slick
heat, feeling a strange sense of loss.

She got up and walked into his
bathroom and he felt no shame appreciating the view of her naked body from the
back.  He got rid of the condom in a small trashcan by the bed and noted the
other condom wrappers already there with a hint of self-disgust. 

When Kenzie came back, he watched
her walk.  She was confident, comfortable with her body.  She laid down next to
him on her side and he turned to face her.  One fingertip traced a narrow scar
from her low back to her upper thigh. 

Her voice was careful,
controlled.  “Gross, huh?  I’m covered in them, most of them are lighter now,
thank god.”  There was a scar on her shoulder, another at her hairline, one on
the side of her wrist.

“They
aren’t
gross.  More
like battle scars.  You must have been in a lot of pain, Kenzie.”

“I can’t really describe the
pain.  The neck and shoulder were bad, the hip was worse.  The humiliation was
on par with the physical pain, though.  Thadias was buckled in the backseat and
I’m so glad I remembered to tell him before we got on the road.”

Her eyes were sad as she looked
past him.  “He barely had a scratch but still gets headaches from hitting his
head.  Dad was pretty fucked up, mostly bruises, but he was lit and didn’t
tense.  I wasn’t buckled.  I was trying to get Dad to pull over and let me
drive home.  I braced for it when I saw the concrete piling and knew he was
going to hit it. 
Boy, did he hit it.
” 

She sighed and he remembered the
whispers around town back then. 

“I was twelve, still lightweight. 
I hit the windshield, went through it, and then hit the piling.”  Her short
laugh was bitter.  “I’m lucky like that.”

“How long were you in the
hospital?  I know you missed the rest of that school year.”

“Almost a month after the two
surgeries.  Right around the time I would have gone to finals for figure
skating.  They would have kept me longer but I couldn’t leave the others alone
with our mother.”  She rolled to her back and put her hands behind her head.  

“I lied when they asked about the
pain…made my mother sign me out.  She went back to bed.  Dad was locked up eight
months that time.  I slept on our downstairs couch, taught my sisters how to
cook.  We ate a lot of macaroni and cheese until they learned but they were
eating and that was what mattered.  A neighbor brought groceries.  I paid the
hands to take the cows to auction.”

She gathered up her hair and
twisted it to the side.  “Once I was able to drive, I did.  Bubba and Dave
wouldn’t pull me over, even though I was three years from getting a license. 
That’s when I met Bob.  He saw me with the kids, loading groceries in the back
of the truck.”