Page 58 of Ice Wolf
“You know exactly how it was. He was an ass on purpose.”
“Okay, but he swept you off your feet. Literally. Right?”
I brushed a dangling piece of hair from my eyes before giving her the side eye. “He did his duty as my boyfriend.”
“Why do you hate the idea so much?”
“Because he’s an arrogant jerk who thinks he’s God’s gift to women. Because he acts as if this nightmare is no big deal, even exploiting the rumors. Because he thinks he’s some reincarnation of the world’s greatest athlete.” I was getting more worked up with every answer. “And because he’s the goddamn best kisser in the world and I hate it.” Oh, shit. Oh. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Yeah, well…” She stopped mid-sentence, turning her head toward me. “I think you just need to breathe.”
Maybe she was right. Maybe she hadn’t caught what I’d said. The last thing I needed to do was to appear like a flaming wreck every time I was within close proximity to the man. I closed my eyes, taking several deep breaths. All it did was make me feel even more lightheaded.
“Whoa. Hold on. He kissed you?”
I narrowed my eyes, fisting one hand out of frustration. Why did my mouth constantly get me into trouble? “He is supposed to be my boyfriend. Right? So, yeah, he kissed me. So what?”
“So what? I thought you told him no touching.”
“Things didn’t work out so well.” Why, oh, why did my face and neck have to flush right at that exact moment?
Now Vicky was in my face. “What happened?” Every second she searched my eyes, I could tell a light bulb was going off inside her head. “Oh. My. God. You slept with him. Didn’t you?”
“No! I did not sleep with him.”
“Then what happened? Confess or else.”
“Nothing… much happened. He was just… I mean he took me back to my apartment and we… talked and…”
“And?”
“Things got complicated.” My body was swaying at this point. I was such a terrible liar.
I could tell by the wry smile curling across her mouth she didn’t believe a word I’d said. “You fucked him. All that pontification about how horrible of a man he is and you gave in to carnal need. I can tell by the colorful splotches on your face I’m right. Just say it. Just admit it. I am your best friend.”
“Fine!” I snapped. “I fucked him. Are you happy now?”
Almost instantly every inch of skin was covered in prickles. Not the nice kind, sensations rocking through my body like wildfire, but the kind that could destroy every organ, frying my skin to a crisp.
I’d made the horrible admittance very loudly. Loud enough the other attendees around us were suddenly staring at me intently. Now I just wanted to crawl under the seats.
She jumped up and down and I wanted to slap her. “That is amazing. Just amazing. Tell me everything. Is he incredible in bed? Did he make you swoon? Is his cock huge?”
Her voice was louder than mine had been. Yep. This was perhaps the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. I closed my eyes, willing everything and everyone around me to disappear. A sudden roar and a hard cracking sound coming from the ice indicated otherwise.
With my teeth gritted, I leaned closer to my bestie I might just remove from my Christmas card list. “Okay. Fine. He was… electrifying. It was the single most incredible moment I’ve ever had with a man. Satisfied now?”
“Not until you tell me about his cock.” She wagged her finger in front of my face.
“You are no longer my friend.”
“Oh, bullshit. Just answer the question. I will get it out of you one way or another.”
“Yes. His cock is huge. My hand could barely fit around his thickness.”
She slowly pressed her hand across her mouth. My God. Were her eyes twinkling? Were they suddenly unfocused? Oh, this was ridiculous. “Wow.”
“He’s just a man.”
