Page 55 of Heart on Ice

“Maybe I will.” He grins as his hand tightens again around my throat and his other slides against my underwear, and with a rough tug, he snaps the fabric as if it was nothing leaving me pantieless. He then brings the fabric to his nose and sniffs it. Why is that hot and disturbing? “Fuck. I’ve missed the smell of you, Issy.”

“You’re a pig,” I hiss.

He smirks at me as he continues to sniff my panties. “I’m going to wrap these around my cock later and pretend I’m fucking you with them.” My jaw falls open as he shoves them into his back pocket. “Now, where was I?” He grins as his hand slides between us, but this time his fingers slide between my wet folds. A moan falls from my mouth before I have a chance to stop it, which makes him chuckle darkly. I should be pushing him away, but I hate how much my body wants this.

“Fuck,” I groan as his thick fingers slide into me.

“Still as tight as I remember.” He grins as his fingers move inside me, instantly finding those sensitive bundles of nerves like he was always able to. It looks like Pierre hasn’t forgotten at all how to make me come. “Let go, Issy. Don’t fight me on this,” he coos as his fingers continue to do indescribable things to me. No. I shouldn’t be doing this.Let the man give you an orgasm, he owes you, and you need one.No. He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve any piece of me.

“Stop,” Pierre’s hand stills, his fingers inside me.

“You want me to stop?” he asks.

Suddenly, tears well in my eyes. I’m ashamed of myself for letting him get this far with me. I’m ashamed that I like his hands on me. Pierre pulls his fingers from me, and his hand fallsfrom my throat as he stands back, giving me space. I quickly pull down the edge of my dress to cover myself.

“Issy, I’m sorry.” I can see the anguish on his face.

“I’m going to bed,” I say, hopping down from the counter.

“I thought …” he says, running the hand that was inside of me through his hair.

“We can only ever be friends. I can’t do this, even if I wanted to,” I confess as I leave him alone in the kitchen and head to bed, upset, ashamed, and worst of all, horny too.

16

PIERRE

Shit.

What have I done.

I thought after earlier today when we had a moment, that maybe she was interested. She’s not.That’s not what she said. She said, she can’t even if she wanted to.What the hell does that mean?

Shit.

I have to make this right.Not tonight you don’t.Right. I should give her space.And you should stop flirting with her.I can’t help it, she’s just so beautiful.Pushing her isn’t going to get her to give in to you. What do you want from her?I want what we had back.For fifteen years, your mistake has festered inside her. The wound might be too big to fix.I’ve changed.Have you? Because you kissed her when you were engaged.But she knows that things between Kitty and me weren’t good.Not good. You were about to marry her last weekend.Because I … crap … I was going to marry her and try and make it work. And now here I am trying to make things work with Issy.You’re a mess.I am a mess.Show her you’ve changed.I have. And I will.Don’t be jealous if she dates, remember she is single.I don’t know if I can do that.Then she will never be yours. Is that what you want?No. I want a second chance.A second chance, a week after leaving another woman at the altar.Okay. You’re right. I’m rushing things.You may have gotten freedom today, but you’re only halfway there. You still have to announce to the public that you and Kitty have broken up, and you still need to find a new team. Don’t rush things.It’s hard being around her all the time, though.Just like it’s hard for her being around you, but for different reasons.You’re right. I need to work on myself first before I can even think about a second chance with Issy.She still remembers you as the cocky teen.I’ve grown up.But you’re still cocky.I can’t help it.Tone it down then.I will. For her.

My phone starts ringingoff the hook. Urgh. My head hurts after one too many beers. Then I hear the front door buzzer and Frankston barking. What is going on? Reluctantly, I get out of bed and go outside to investigate. I’m surprised when I see Felix and Harper walking through the front doors.

“Bro, you look like shit,” my brother states.

“Why haven’t you been picking up your phone,” Harper adds.

“I’ve been asleep,” I grumble.

“So, you haven’t seen it?” Harper gasps.

“Seen what?”

Moments later, a bleary-eyed Issy walks down the stairs. She looks so beautiful, her chocolate hair is all messy, and she’s wearing a silky black slip that leaves nothing to the imagination as it clings to her body, it’s short and exposes her long, tanned legs with each step. “What the hell are you guys doing here so early?”

“You haven’t seen the news either?” Harper asks. Issy shakes her head, looking as confused as I am. “Shit. Okay. Well, Kitty has decided to say fuck you, Pierre, and has released a statement on how you left her at the altar as you got cold feet and then disappeared, and she has no idea where you are and she’s heartbroken.”

“She did what?” I yell.

“It’s everywhere. The internet is going wild, and people are losing their minds. She’s painting you out to be the villain,” Harper explains.

“How fucking dare, she. Kitty promised yesterday that she wouldn’t do anything,” I yell.

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