Fire & Ice

Chapter Twenty-Five

"There. How's that?" she asked when she was finished, carefully checking her makeup.

I let out a low wolf whistle of appreciation. "You should be a felony, baby. It's gotta be a crime for a girl to be this hot." I couldn't keep my stare off her wicked body, and truth be told, my hands were itching to follow the path of my eyes.

"Shelly's always felt superior to me when it comes to looks. She doesn't think I'm worthy of someone like you," Portia said, resolutely. "That's why she's always flaunting herself when you're around. I'm just giving her a dose of her own medicine."

"Well, you always look good to me. But today you're going to knock their socks off!"

"I look like a hooker." She gave a shaky laugh.

"Sometimes a guy might not think that's a bad thing." I definitely didn't think it was a bad thing. She was driving me crazy in that outfit. There were parts of my body that wanted to stand and applaud. "Remember, baby, it's all about the attitude. Work it." I couldn't resist giving a slap to her shapely butt, before I grabbed her hand and started walking toward the school.

"How long do think it'll be before I get called back into the principal's office?" she asked, sighing.

"Don't worry. I'll protect you." I squeezed her hand.

She laughed. "You didn't think I was going to wear this all day, did you? This skirt is a serious violation of the dress code."

Glancing at her, I frowned slightly. "You're going to change?" I couldn't lie—I was disappointed.

"Just a little. I'm swapping the skirt for a pair of skin tight leather pants before first hour."

That image worked for my libido too. "Skin tight, huh? I think I can live with that." I flashed her a grin. "I can't wait to see them." I really couldn't wait. Damn, I needed to get hold of my rampaging mind. It was taking a romp through the forest of horny right now.

"You're such a guy." She shook her head, but grinned at me.

I chuckled. "True. But that's why you love me, right?"

"Only one of the reasons," she replied, squeezing my hand. "It's definitely a plus, though."

We entered the school and I gripped her tighter for support when everyone started turning to stare. Leading her through the throng of students, we made our way to Shelly's locker, where she was watching both of us, scowling. Her gaze flitted over Portia and I knew there was no way she could deny how incredible Portia looked today. Grabbing her in my arms, I kissed her hotly, fully immersing myself in both my love and lust that was raging through me this morning. I kissed her until she couldn't breathe properly, running my hands down her body and anchoring her firmly against mine.

When I released her, Portia turned to Shelly. "You're right, Shelly," she said, running a red-painted finger down the side of her mouth. "He does taste like butter and honey. And I'm going to taste him again, and again, and again."

Wicked lust shot straight through me, and I dragged her against me once more to place another scorching kiss against her mouth. There was nothing in this world that would make me want another girl. Nothing. Ever. Portia was it—everything I could ever need or want.

Shelly gave a loud huff, knocking us both as she pushed her way past, but it didn't stop me from kissing Portia. Whispers and laughter filled the air around as people began moving away.

"Dude, that was harsh," Brad broke in giving a short laugh. "She deserved it, though."

Instantly I felt bad. I hadn't really stopped to consider the feelings of my friend who was involved in all this. I knew he was still nursing a broken heart over Shelly.

"Sorry. I know you have a thing for her, but I couldn't take it anymore," I tried to explain, shaking my head.

"No apology necessary. She needed to be knocked down a notch or twelve," Brad responded.

"I agree wholeheartedly!" Portia added, smiling at Brad. "How are you?"

"I'm all right." He smiled and his eyes drifted lower, taking very specific notice of my girlfriend. On second thought, maybe I didn't like all the attention she was getting. "It's nice to see you back at school. And, I might add, you look smokin' hot today!"

"Hey! Take it easy there, Brad," I said, narrowing my eyes. "I might have to beat you down a bit." I was kidding, of course, but I did want everyone to know that Portia was mine. Period. End of discussion.

"No worries." Brad laughed, not bothered in the least. "I know she belongs to you."

Shaking my head, I stared at Portia. "You have it all wrong." I smiled, staring at the love of my life. "I belong to her." I clasped her hands in mine.

"Well, the two of you are lucky. Don't take it for granted," Brad said, continuing down the hall.

Leaning in close to Portia, I whispered. "I'll never let that happen."