Page 6 of Ice Me Out
Bex
Connor is next-level hot.
So the last thing I’m expecting, while coming dangerously close to spilling my life story to him over a bottle of cheap tequila, is to see who must be the other hottest guy on the planet.
Just as tall and strapping as Connor, the new guy has golden blond hair and the most intense blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
He saunters to our table with a confident smile that tells me that he knows how good he looks; more so, it’s like he expects every head on the pier to turn to look at him.
My father would bend over backwards to sign him toPure Shine.
It just so happens that Connor was just asking about why I’m in a wedding dress.
His eyes drift down to my neck as I pull on the itchy lace of my dress, and they darken with what looks like concern.
“Bex, are you—” he begins to ask.
“What the fuck, dude?” the new guy interrupts, his tone teasing. “I can’t leave for twenty minutes and you’re about to get fucking married on me?”
He swings his arm around Connor’s neck, pulling him into a headlock.
It isn’t a violent action. It’s clear that these two are friends and Connor is being teased.
“Of course not.” Connor manages to get free from his friend’s hold.
“Good.” New guy chuckles. “Getting married at twenty-one is fucking insane.”
Yeah, I have to agree with that sentiment.
“So if you aren’t Connor’s betrothed,” he continues teasing. “What’s with the outfit? Wait, don’t tell me. It’s too early for Halloween, so you’re either a bridal clothes model, or a stripper who thought we were a bachelor party. Which one is it?”
I open my mouth, unsure about how I should answer, but Luke sweeps in to save me.
“Hey Hart,” he slaps him on the back. “Stop trying to get into my sister’s pants right this second. Bex, don’t believe one thing that comes out of this guy’s mouth. Everything Jamie says or does serves his agenda.”
The question tumbles out of my mouth before I can think better of it. “And what’s his agenda?”
My brother rolls his eyes at Jamie. His tone is amused, but his laughter doesn’t reach his eyes. “To get in the pants of every woman on campus and possibly in town.”
Jamie doesn’t look embarrassed by my brother’s introduction. “Nah,” he chuckles. “Not every woman. But your vote of confidence is flattering, Captain.”
Luke shakes his head. “Coulda fooled me. Are you trying to tell me that you and the two girls you disappeared with earlier spent half an hour talking about your hockey stats?”
Jamie’s smile widens. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Right.” Luke’s gaze hardens. “I don’t care where you stick your dick, Hart. As long as it isn’t in my twin sister.”
“Noted.” Jamie winks.
I’m about to open my mouth to tell my brother that I’m perfectly capable of deciding who I want to let in my pants—even though my track record proves the opposite—but Shane chooses that moment to come back from inside the bar.
“All right, boys and Bex,” he smiles at me. “I closed our tab with Talia. How about we check out all the games and the fair food stands? I promised Luke some funnel cake. Connor, you bring that tequila with you. Be a good teammate and share with us.”
“Sure thing, dude. But weren’t you our designated driver tonight?” Connor asks.
“I was, but what the hell? We don’t have practice tomorrow, so I can come back to get my car. We can take an Uber home.”
As we leave our outdoor table at the bar, Luke and Shane flank me, Connor and Jamie are right behind us. We spend the next hour wandering around Star Cove’s pier.
