Page 43 of Ice Wolf
My reaction had been by instinct. Someone had messed with my girl. Not just my fake girlfriend, but my true mate. If anyone heard about the situation, they’d simply tell me to turn off my hormones. Go fuck a girl and get back on the ice.
That’s what my teammates would say. Hell, that’s what I’d done for years. While nothing had brought any true sense of satisfaction, I’d thought my life was on track.
Now I had a dark craving for a perky blonde with attitude.
We were on our third beer, the first two going down way too easily. She’d had me close the blinds as if we were running from the law.
I kind of liked the sound of it.
While she was busying playing damage control while devouring one slice of pizza after another, I was trying to get a clear bead on the woman. She was intolerable at best, yet I’d never found a woman sexier. She had no pretense, the fake smile she’d been forced to adopt not her personality.
My balls were tightening. This could get out of hand very quickly.
“Well, we’re trending and not necessarily in a good way,” she said while she hunkered over her coffee table, munching on a slice of pepperoni pizza.
A girl after my own heart.
I chuckled hearing her exasperated sigh. “You’re fixated on Instagram.”
“Have you seen the latest posts?” She lifted her head and her iPhone at the same time, the half-eaten slice of pizza still in the other, sauce ready to drip off the pointed edge. “Have you paid any attention to the comments you received on the picture I took of us when we were at the restaurant?” Her eyes quickly darted to the drop of sauce the second it slipped past the slice of pepperoni.
With a catlike tongue, the magnificent pain in my ass snagged the sloppy drop, licking her lips immediately afterward.
The act was just about the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen. The sound of my thudding heart pounded in my ears. God, the woman was far too enticing. I purposely looked away in some crazy attempt to check myself.
“No, because you forbid me from touching my social media accounts,” I admitted.
She narrowed her eyes, her upper lip curling in a snarl. Goddamn, she was cute when she did that. “I’m surprised your phone isn’t ringing off the hook.”
As if on cue, both our phones rang at almost the same time. She held hers as far out as possible, glaring at the screen.
Meanwhile, I sat back on the couch, enjoying the show. Okay, so I’d fucked up by not taking the situation as seriously as she’dbeen hired to do, but what was wrong with a wolfman having a little fun? I casually glanced at my phone’s screen and shook my head.
“My father,” she stated and tossed the phone across the table. “You?”
“My dad.”
“Great,” she huffed. “Did anyone follow us?” She forced the call into voicemail.
“You don’t know? Oh, that’s right, you were indisposed.” I teased since she’d remained slumped in the passenger seat of my Charger.
“Asshole. Should I expect reporters to start knocking?”
“They would have done so by now, Lily. Relax. I’m not an idiot.”
“No, you’re just a man. That says everything.”
“Ouch. You know how to kick a man when he’s down.”
“Down?” she demanded and jerked her phone into her hand once again, furiously shifting from one screen to another. “You’re enjoying the time of your life. Look how many offers you had from women who want to…” She scrolled through the comments to provide an example. “Have your babies even if they’re furry.” Her fuming continued to the point she was even mumbling under her breath.
I just grinned, which irritated her even more.
Lily shook her head, looking away briefly. She was even rolling her eyes. I chose not to call her on the dramatic effects. “You’re driving me insane because you act like a little boy who needs a nap.”
The woman could be a soul crusher and had intentionally placed a damper on my love life, but I’d be damned if my cock wasn’t throbbing, pushing hard against my pants.
I snorted and took a long pull on the beer. When I howled afterward, she gave me the dirtiest look to date.
