Chapter Six

“Hello?”

Since my dad had been in the hospital, I never thought about not answering my mom’s calls. My heart raced as Dean and I made our way out of the casino. I hadn’t had my phone on when she called, which just left me worried as fuck.

“Hey, honey.”

“Is Dad okay? You called earlier.”

My mom laughed softly. “Your dad is fine. You’re worse than I am.”

Oh, gee, that was a compliment.

“So, Dad is okay? Then why were you calling?”

“Because you told me that we’d get together sometime so you can meet Mark!” She sounded disappointed that I’d forgotten, and I took a deep breath.

“Right. Sorry.” I bit my lip. “How about tomorrow night?” I met Dean’s gaze, and he nodded. I smiled my thanks. “Why don’t we take you guys out to dinner?”

“No, no, you can come over! It’s been so long since you’ve been over.”

“Alright.” Because everyone loved going back to their childhood home. I swallowed dryly. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, okay?”

“Perfect! I can’t wait for you to meet Mark.”

“I can’t wait to meet him either,” I lied. I really wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about meeting my mom’s boyfriend, but after a few months, it was long past overdue; I just wish she had told me sooner. “I’m going to let you go, though; we’re just about to head back home. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Alright.” My mother was thrilled; I could hear it in her voice. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you!”

“Love you too, Mom.” I hung up and slid into the passenger seat of the car.

“Just for the record,” Dean gave me a grin as he turned to look me over. “We’re not going home.”

“We’re not?” I raised an eyebrow as he sped out of the parking lot and headed away from home.

Dean grinned the whole way to wherever it was we were going. I tried to pay attention to where we were going but just kept turning my attention back to Dean. “Where are we going?” I would ask every couple of seconds.

“Okay, this is really fucking cool,” I admitted as we came to a stop in front of a building.

“I thought you might like it.” Dean shut the car off and stepped out. I followed him quickly as he held his hand out to take mine, and we entered the building. “Like, really cool.” I looked around. “I know we’ve done some cool stuff, but this is like up there with Italy.”

He laughed softly. “I’m glad you think so.”

He touched the small of my back as we approached a man wearing a T-shirt.

“Dean?” the man asked. He had short white hair and was looking us up and down.

“Yes.” The two men shook hands. “And again, thank you so much for allowing us this night.”

“No, thank you!” The man grinned widely. “Come with me. I’ve got the perfect spot for you two to sit.”

The old man led the way out of a normal looking lobby and into another room. My jaw dropped as cold air touched my skin, and a shiver escaped me. If I’d known it was going to be cold, I would have brought a sweater or jacket.

The elderly man spun to face us with a grin. “As you can tell, it’s quite chilly. We’ve got to keep it at this temperature to keep the ice frozen.” He paused. “But, of course, our VIPs get their very own fur coat.” He reached into a closet and pulled one out for me and one for Dean. He handed them to us and waited as we slipped into them.

I still couldn’t believe it. An ice restaurant. I shook my head. I would never have thought of it. And apparently, we were VIPs. As the old man led the way into the dining room again, my eyes widened. He had to be shitting me. There was no one else there. I turned to look at Dean, open-mouthed.

His grin widened as he pulled me into a kiss, and we followed the man to where a single table was set; there was a fake candle lit in the center. The man pulled my chair out and motioned for me to take a seat.

“Thank you.” I smiled widely.

“You’re very welcome, ma’am.” He nodded to me then turned his attention to Dean. “Can I get you the wine list?”

“Please.” Dean nodded.

I watched the man walk away before rounding on Dean.

“Did you shut the place down?” I hissed.

Dean laughed softly. “Yes. I wanted to make sure we had it all to ourselves.”

I looked around, shaking my head. There was a nice blue glow to everything, and everything that could be was made out of ice, except for the seats of the chairs, thank God. They had fur covering them, so I didn’t have to worry about my butt getting cold—and that would have been a concern I had!

“They had one in New York, too,” Dean said looking around. “Although this one looks like it is a little newer and a lot nicer.” He turned to look at me. “What do you think of it?”

“I think it’s fucking amazing,” I admitted.

I shook my head.

To think, everything in here was made out of ice. I couldn’t get over it. I wonder if the plates and everything will be made out of ice. No, that would chill everything. That wouldn’t be any good. I let out a soft laugh. “I think it’s amazing, and I’m so lucky to have you.”

Dean stared at me, taken aback.

“I’m … I’m glad you think that.”

I laughed softly, looking away from him, and instead studied the bar that was across the room. The old man came out of another room with menus in his hand and two glasses. My heart skipped a beat. They were made of ice. I could tell that much from all the way over here.

He closed the distance between us quickly and placed the two glasses down in front of us. “Here are your menus.” He handed us each one and then handed Dean another. “And the wine list; if you have any questions, please let me know.” He smiled broadly. “I’ll give you a little while to think about it.”

As he walked away, Dean looked at me. “Do you care what kind of wine we get? I don’t think I’ve ever asked if you have a favorite.”

I laughed. “No, and I don’t. I really could not care less what kind of wine we get.”

Dean grinned. “Good, ’cause I’m really not a wine fan. How about beer, instead?”

“Sounds perfect.” I laughed, opening my menu and looking down at all the options. I bit my lip.

How much did he spend on this night? I wondered. I tried to shake off the question. I mean, I was sure he hadn’t spent anything too crazy on it, right? But still, I didn’t want him to feel like he had to. I knew money was a factor in our relationship. Meaning he had lots, and I had none.

“Do you know what you want?” His voice snapped me back to reality. “I was thinking the steak and fries, what were you thinking?”

“Same.”

Letting out a deep breath, I watched the warm breath enter the air and laughed softly. This had to be the coldest I was ever going to get in Las Vegas.

The old man came back over to us with a smile. “Did you have long enough?”

Both Dean and I ordered the steak along with the fries. Thankfully, the plates that they were served on were not made of ice. But then the elderly man did bring us leather gloves and brought out a bottle of wine for us. I grinned, taking a sip from my ice glass.

“This is so fucking cool.” I couldn’t stop looking around before I pulled out my cell phone and started taking pictures. I had to show this to Katie. Maybe she could get her boyfriend to bring her here sometime. I bet she would love it, I thought.

“So it was a good idea? I wasn’t quite sure if it would be your cup of tea or no.”

“Oh, it so is my cup of tea.” I smiled at him, slipping my shoe off and resting my foot on his uppermost thighs under the table. “I can’t wait to thank you for it.”

In the soft blue light of the room, I could see his eyes sparkle. Despite the fact it was chilly in here—even with the coats on—I felt a tingle of heat rush through my body, down my spine, and desire pooled in the pit of my stomach. I swallowed dryly; I couldn’t wait to get out of here, as much as I wanted to stay and enjoy it.

“I can’t wait until we get home.”

Dean cleared his throat as he pressed his crotch against me. I swallowed, thinking about his hard cock in his pants, pressing to get out.

*

I watched her eyes shine as she pressed her foot against me. My cock was getting bigger, pressing against my jeans, and I blew out a deep breath.

“I can’t wait until we get home.” A wide grin spread across her face as her foot pressed against me. I cleared my throat and pushed away from her.

“We should, uh, take some pictures of the place,” I said.

I knew it was a lame thing to say, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take her teasing. Becca’s grin widened.

“What kind of pictures do you want to take?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and looking around.

My heart skipped a beat.

“I meant ones you could show your mother.” After all, this place probably had a video camera somewhere in it. Becca laughed.

“Don’t worry, I’m just teasing.” She pushed her chair out and stood. “You’re right though, pictures are a great idea.”

*

I hadn’t seen Dean this flustered in a long time, and I had to admit, I was really enjoying it. I liked the idea of him needing to do something other than sitting at the table, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. As we walked towards a small nook in the wall that looked like it was supposed to be a cave, I paused, grabbed his hand and pulled him to a stop. The fact was this place was made to be entertainment, so there were lots of places to take good pictures.

“How about here?” Without another word, I stepped in front of him and pulled out my phone. I pressed my body against him, pulling him closer as I shook my hips ever so slightly against him.

“You’re a tease,” he whispered in my ear, placing a soft feathery kiss along my neck. I bit back a moan as I got the camera ready.

We both stopped teasing long enough to take the picture before he spun me around and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. He stepped away. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to take you right here and now.”

“Who says that isn’t what I want?”

“I didn’t think you’d want to get kicked out before we got our food.” He laughed softly. His hand touched the small of my back, trailing down gently. “Oh.” He pulled his hand away from me as the elderly man came back into the room with a basket of breadsticks.

“I see you are making use of all the photo opportunities!” The man beamed. “We thought they would be popular.”

“It was a very good idea,” Dean said as we returned to the table.

“I brought you something to snack on while we get your dinner to you.”

Dean and I slid back into our chairs.

“Thank you so much!”

The elderly man bowed his head without another word and headed back towards what I assumed was the kitchen. I grinned, taking a bite of the breadsticks; I had to admit, they were some of the best breadsticks I’d ever tasted.