Page 18 of Love on Ice

“Don’t know about you, but I am starved.” Felix groans as he slowly pulls out of me. “Shower then food?” I nod. Felix then picks me up in his arms and hauls me out of the bath and into the large stone shower. He turns on the water and tests it until it’s right before placing me down. Then he grabs the soap, lathers up his hands, and starts washing me again. “It’s an excuse to get to touch you.” He grins as his soapy hands slide over my body, paying a lot of attention to my breasts.Guessing, he’s a boob guy.“What changed your mind about fucking me?” he asks as his hands glide over my skin.

“I just went with the moment.”

His hands continue to move around my body. “And what about now?”

I turn to face him. “I’m going with it,” I tell him honestly. “Are you wondering if I regret what we just did?” Felix shrugs, trying to act nonchalant about the question. I wrap my arms around his neck which surprises him. “We are standing naked in the shower together.” His eyes dip down to my breasts where he playfully rubs them with his washer, making me giggle.

“This is true. I just want to know what my chances are of it happening again, now we’ve broken the preverbal seal.”

“You’re wanting to know if you can fuck me again? Like now?” I ask. I mean, I could go again, but my vagina is a little sore.

Felix bursts out laughing. “I’m glad you have that much faith in my stamina, but I think I need a couple more hours before I try to come again.” I swat his chest playfully. “But to answer yourquestion. Yes. I want to know if I can fuck you again. And again. And again.”

Oh. “It might be nice.”

“Nice? I can do better than nice.” He grins.

I’m sure he can. “What I mean is, yes, but …” Felix’s brows pull together. “… but I’m going to fuck other people, too.” Felix nods but I’m not sure if he understands. “We are in Paradise. There is so much you haven’t even discovered yet. Trust me when I say you’re going to want to fuck other people, too. And I’m okay with that,” I reassure him.

“You’re not going to care if you see me with someone else?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No. We’re on a sex island. We’re not exclusive,” I explain.

“It’s hard wrapping my head around that concept,” he confesses.

“Lucky you have me as your guide then,” I tell him as I lift onto my tip toes and kiss him.

“A smoking hot, sexy guide,” he says with a hungry grin as he deepens the kiss and presses me against the tiles on the wall. My stomach then makes a loud growl breaking the moment. “Guess we should eat.” Felix chuckles.

7

FELIX

My crush on this woman has grown after this morning. Walking in on her and her host, Dom, this morning was a surprise that turned into something so much more. It’s wild seeing fantasies come to life, and watching Harper come undone right in front of me will live rent-free in my mind. I help Harper out of the shower, hand her a towel, grab one for myself, and once we are dried, we both slip into some bathrobes and head out to the pool area, where Dom has set up a table for breakfast.

“Wow, Dom went all out,” Harper says, staring at the smorgasbord in front of us.

“I’m a growing boy, don’t you worry, I’ll finish it,” I tell her.

She turns, looks me up and down, and grins. “Yes, you are.” I slap her ass which makes her squeal as we both take a seat. There’s fresh fruit, juices, bacon, eggs, waffles, oatmeal, you name it, Dom provided it. This is great. Best holiday I’ve ever had so far.

“You look so happy.” Harper giggles as she watches me dig in.

“Food and sex, that’s all I need to survive, oh, and hockey.” I grin as I pile the food high on my plate. Harper daintily nibbles her fruit as she watches me.

“Did you always want to be a hockey player?” she asks.

“Didn’t have a choice. My brother was one, so I became one,” I explain to her. “Also, where I lived, there were no other options, it was hockey or hockey.” I chuckle. “I idolized my brother. Always have. When I was younger, I wanted to be just like him.”

“At least you grew out of being an asshole.” Harper huffs.

“You really don’t like my brother.” This is so surprising because everyone likes him, but I kind of like it that she, of all people, isn’t his biggest fan.

Harper pops a strawberry in her mouth. “Like I said, he messed over Issy. I’m loyal to my girls. You mess with them you mess with me,” she tells me.

“He must have done something bad if you still hate him after all these years. I mean, even Issy doesn’t.”

Harper rolls her eyes. “Probably because she’s still in love with him.” Her hand shoots out and covers her mouth. “Shit. Pretend you didn’t hear that.”

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