Page 100 of Ice Me Out
Fuck. If I was Jamie, I would punch me in the face, regardless. Because right now? I would want to drag Bex into an empty room and fuck her from behind. Without Jamie in the way. I liked sharing Bex with him, but I want her all to myself at least one time. That probably makes me a shitty friend and teammate, but he was the one who encouraged me to go down on his girl. Now he’s awoken the beast in me, and I don’t know for how long I’ll be able to control myself. Especially when the attraction between me and Bex is palpable.
“What are you guys doing here?” Bex asks, spotting Luke, Tucker, Corey, and a few more of our teammates. “The inauguration doesn’t begin for at least another thirty minutes.”
Jamie pulls her to his side, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and kissing her temple. “Luke and Dave thought it would be nice to come early and see if you girls needed some extra help. It’s our duty since as Gammas we’re affiliated with Zeta Theta Beta.”
“We’re pretty much done.” I track the way Bex’s palm is resting on Jamie’s chest. “But it’s nice to see you. I missed you.”
They kiss and I want to look away, but I fucking can’t.
I wish I was the one who asked Bex out first. Now she would be mine. I wouldn’t have to hope that he wants to share her again. But I was so busy smarting over seeing Fiona still with the guy she cheated on me with that I didn’t pay attention. I convinced myself that I would never be able to trust another woman again. And when Bex appeared in her ruined wedding dress, I told myself that the immediate attraction I felt for her was just a fluke.
I’m an idiot.
I even voted against letting her stay with us. Being worried about the consequences of letting her stay in our dorm without permission was just an excuse. Because I was too scared to put myself back in the game. I was worried about giving someone the power to hurt me again and I lost my shot.
Now I have to watch my teammate kiss Bex; and I have to listen to them together right next door, knowing how she looks naked and how she tastes.
The art center is soon at capacity. The Dean gives a speech praising the Zeta sisters for their efforts and their patronage of the fine arts.
People are eating finger food and drinking. There’s an open bar and I’ve never been so glad that I turned twenty-one in the summer.
If I have to look at Bex and Jamie’s PDAs all evening, I might as well drown my sorrows into a glass of bourbon. Or two.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asks someone right after he serves me.
“Whatever he’s drinking.”
I turn around, surprised to see Keene. “Hey.” I clink my glass with his once the bartender gives him a bourbon on the rocks. “This is just about the last place where I thought I would see you.”
Keene rolls his eyes, taking a sip of the amber colored drink. “And you would be right. But you were also right about Professor Cantucci.” He lowers his voice when he says that, nodding toward a cluster of people where the professor in question is chatting with the Dean and Coach Harrison.
“You didn’t tell her you’re a hockey player, right?”
“No. Even though our faces are plastered all over campus to advertise our first home game of the season next week, she seemed to be none the wise. All she had to do was pay attention. But Tucker ran his big mouth, and the professor went from thanking me for my service to giving me an F in pretty much the same breath.”
I shake my head. “That’s rough. Did your project deserve an F?”
Keene’s glare is worth a thousand words. “Fuck, no. I mean, it was no masterpiece. I’m the first to admit it. But she gave B’s and even a couple of A’s to stuff that was way worse.”
That checks out. I’ve seen Professor Cantucci do the same thing when I was foolish enough to take her class freshman year. “I don’t know why she hates athletes so much.” I muse. “Maybe she was dating one and got dumped?”
Keene shrugs. “Fuck knows. Or she might have been a nerd who always got picked on during PE in high school. I had a few teammates who acted that way, and I hate that kind of behavior. But whatever the reason, she should be fair when she grades our work.”
I have to agree with him. “Right. But you got an F. That still doesn’t answer my question about why you’re here.”
“The professor agreed to bring my grade up if I came here for their free workshops and presented some extra work each week. So I decided to come on a recon mission.” He offers.
My eyes find Bex and Jamie again. He has her arm around her waist and he’s whispering something to her. She laughs. He kisses her. I groan.
It doesn’t take Keene’s sharp observation skills to notice what I’m looking at. So he doesn’t miss the scene that got my attention.
“She must be spectacular in bed, or if she’s not, she must be one of those women who would let you do anything you want to them.” His tone is vaguely disgusted.
“Why do you say that?” I ask.
She is fucking spectacular in bed. The right combination of innocent and daring. If only Keene knew.
He finishes his drink, setting his glass back on the bar. “Why else would Jamie stop fucking anything that breathes and look at Bex like she’s the only woman on campus? There’s no other possible explanation.”
