Page 99 of Ice Me Out
“No. These pink ones above the desk, the orange and blue ones at the windows.”
The last minute’s flurry of activity is exactly what I needed to stop thinking about my fake boyfriend and his teammate.
“Fiona, can you pass me the last flower?” I turn to look at the two Zetas who are passing me the stuff to hang, but lose my footing on the three-step ladder I climbed onto. “Oh, shit.” I squeak, bracing myself for a hard landing on the wooden floor of the art center’s main room.
“Gotcha.”
Rather than the hard floor, I land against a muscular but much softer chest.
“You should be more careful.” Connor says, holding me against him for a tad longer than it would be appropriate. “Never twist to look behind you when you’re on a ladder.” He scolds me, but there’s no heat in his tone.
All the heat is radiating from his body and from the emerald depths of his eyes. The same eyes that bore into me while his dick was in my mouth. Jesus, I need to stop giving him fuck me eyes in public for both mine and Jamie’s sakes.
Connor
Fiona’s red head is the first thing I see when I enter the main room of the brand new art center sponsored by Zeta Theta Beta.
I brace myself for the usual pang of longing, followed by crushing, bitter sadness, but there’s nothing there. For the first time since she broke up with me, I feel nothing when I look at my ex.
Maybe it’s because another woman has been living rent free in my head for the past couple of weeks. Especially after we didn’t watch that hockey game together.
I’ve been thinking about that night non-stop and one of the things I realized is that Jamie had asked me to help him study for a test, but we never even cracked open one single book. I have the feeling that I’ve been set up all along. But it was the hottest night of my life, so I can’t exactly be mad at them. Maybe the reason why seeing my ex doesn’t affect me anymore is that I have a crush on my roommate. It’s pointless to even try to deny it, but I’ve been keeping my distance since the night of the hockey game, because she’s Jamie’s girlfriend. I don’t know if what happened between the three of us was just a one-time thing, but either way I need to be careful. I need to protect my heart from being crushed again.
Ignoring Fiona, I spot Bex perched on top of a relatively low step ladder.
She’s hanging colorful paper flowers on the wall, but that’s not what catches my eye.
Luke’s sister is wearing a form fitting cocktail dress that shows off her perfect ass. And those toned, shapely legs? Fuck.
No wonder I haven’t been sleeping much lately. I’ve been spending every minute I’m not in class or at practice thinking about Bex.
Her pretty face, her hot body, her soft lips wrapped around my cock, the way she sounds when she comes.
I’ve even given up trying to resist the urge to take care of myself while I listen to the sounds that come from Jamie’s room. I wish I could join them again, but I’ve been reluctant to make the first move in case they reject me.
Even now, my cock perks up as I watch Bex reaching up to hang a bright orange flower.
“Fiona, can you pass me the last flower?” she twists around to ask.
Quick reaction time is essential for hockey players, and when I see the ladder wobble and slide from under Bex’s bare feet, I’m there in the blink of an eye.
“Gotcha.” I say when she lands in my arms.
The way she looks at me with her huge green eyes full of fear, does nothing to improve the situation in my pants.
“You should be more careful.” I scold her. “Never twist to look behind you when you’re on a ladder.”
She thanks me, but I’m not even listening. My eyes are glued to her lips and the way her body fits so perfectly in my arms that I forget that we’re in a room full of people.
“Baby, are you ok?” Jamie comes running to check on his girlfriend, and I’m forced to set Bex back onto her feet.
“I’m fine.” She breathes out, one hand on her chest. “If Connor hadn’t caught me, I think the answer would have been very different.”
Jamie slaps me on the back. “Then I guess we should thank Connor for saving you.” The look on his face tells me that he noticed how reluctantly I let Bex go. But he looks pleased rather than mad at me for the way I was ogling his girlfriend. Maybe what happened the other night can happen again?
“Thank you, Connor.” Bex’s voice is still a little breathless.
Holy shit. I have no business liking the way my name sounds out of her lips. And I absolutely shouldn’t remember the way she was saying my name when she was naked in my arms. When my tongue was playing with her clit.
