Page 45 of Ice Me Out
“What don’t you feel comfortable asking about?” Shane’s curiosity is peaked. He’s looking at me and Luke arching one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows.
I glare at my brother. “I think you should explain to your boyfriend what kind of qualities you think the ideal man should have.”
Luke has the decency to blush. “It’s nothing important, babe.”
Shane doesn’t take any crap from his boyfriend. I like him already.
“Nah-uh, sweetheart. Now I want to know the qualities your perfect man has. And if you think I have everything you’re looking for,”
Oh, boy.
“Looks like you have some explaining to do.” I giggle at Luke.
He’s about to say something, but a big, muscular arm lands around his shoulders.
“Luke and Shane, who the hell is this beauty? Did you decide to become a throuple? And if not, how about you introduce me?”
Luke and Shane roll their eyes in unison.
“No, we’re still very much monogamous, Tucker. And the beauty you’re referring to is my twin sister. So I would think about my next words very carefully, if I were you.”
I can see from the way Luke’s lips twitch that he’s ribbing his teammate. And Tucker knows too, because he doesn’t seem to take offense.
“A twin sister, you say? Where have you kept her hidden all these years? We’ve been playing hockey together since I was a freshman, and you’ve never even mentioned a sibling. Especially one this hot. You’ve obviously inherited all the beauty genes in your family.” He says to me with a huge impenitent grin on his face. “My name is Tucker, and you are?”
I accept the big, slightly rough hand he’s offering me. “I’m Bex.” I introduce myself, our gazes locked as he lifts my knuckles to his lips.
Two thoughts come to mind immediately.
The first is do those lips feel anything like the ones I just kissed? Unfortunately, it’s hard to tell without actually kissing the Cove Knights goalie.
The second thought is even more embarrassing. I wonder if that old wives’ tale about the size of someone’s manhood being directly related to the size of their hands and feet is true.
As if knowing that my mind has gone straight to the gutter, Tucker’s smile widens. “Nice to meet you, Bex. Would you like to get a drink with me and get to know each other better? I just wish I was the one who got to kiss you a minute ago, but we can definitely fix that.”
It’s very hard not to find Tucker’s smile contagious, and his flirting comes across as cute and a little goofy as opposed to sleazy.
I’m so amused by the goalie’s antics and so taken by his rugged good looks that I don’t notice the important clue he just gave me.
The others, however, do.
“TUCKER!” Candace and Luke chastise him.
“What?” He uses the hand that isn’t busy holding mine to rub the back of his neck.
If a look could kill, the Cove Knights would need a new goalie, stat.
“The point of the game we just played,” Candace says, with a glare so hot that could incinerate Tucker on the spot. “Was for the girls to guess who they kissed. You just gave Bex a clue.”
Tucker doesn’t look intimidated by the Zeta president’s fury. “Relax, Candace, baby. She still has nine guys to choose from. And if it’s up to me, she’s going to get to kiss me too tonight.”
Candace’s voice drops a couple of octaves. “Shut the fuck up, Tucker. It’s bad enough that you told Bex. Do you want anyone else to hear? I swear to fucking God, if the girl you kissed wins, you’re paying for that dinner. Actually, scratch that. You’re paying for Bex to go on a dinner date to the Country Club with the guy she kissed, regardless of her winning this game. If you don’t, you’re banned from any party games for as long as I’m Zeta president.”
Tucker isn’t deterred by the punishment. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, Candace. You’ve got it. But if I’m paying, Bex is going on that date with me.”
Candace’s eyes are narrowed into two furious slits. “You are not going out on a date with Bex. Stop hogging her time and let her mingle with the rest of your teammates, so she has the chance to take an educated guess about who just kissed her.”
Tucker’s smirk is naughty, but adorable at the same time. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re jealous.”
