Page 23 of Hot As Ice

“Yeah, I’m good.”

Ryder claps me on the back. “I’m out of here too.” I watch as they walk away to their respective cars and then I’m alone with Stevie. Her thumb strokes the back of my hand, and I realize I’m not good, not at all. I turn to face her.

“Why did you take that drink from him?”

“What?” She looks bewildered.

“Why’d you take that drink if you don’t drink?” I tower over her, using all of my six feet and three inches to my advantage. She takes a step back. “He put it in my hand,” she says.

“And you couldn’t have told him no?”

“Why are you angry with me?”

I’m not just angry; I’m enraged, and it’s not at her, but I need to take it out on someone. “Why were you smiling at him and flirting with him? You’re mine.”

Stevie blinks. “I was just being polite.”

I grab her shoulders and push until she’s backed up against my car. “You liked him? You thought he was good-looking?”

She shakes her head. “No. I mean, yeah, I guess he’s good-looking but⁠—”

“Wrong answer.” I grab her face and shove my tongue down her throat. She tastes like fucking heaven. I capture her soft gasp and deepen the kiss, tugging at her lips, nipping and biting as lightly as I can so I don’t scare her off. She moans and falls into me.

I wrap one arm around her waist and use my other hand to grab the back of her head, sinking my fingers into her silky locks. My dick roared to life the second my lips touched hers, and I rub my hard-on against her belly. Breaking the kiss, I pull her head back by her hair and look down into her wide eyes. “You gonna be a good girl and never smile at another man again, right?”

She nods, chest heaving. I lean down and suck on her cleavage, drawing another moan out of her. “You gonna let me fuck you raw and come inside your tight cunt, right?” I pull her hair, making it hurt this time. She gasps. “Right?” I repeat.

“Yes,” she says on a breathy sigh.

“Good girl.” I move my hand down her back to her ass and smack it. “You gonna suck my cock and swallow every last drop of my cum, right?”

“Yes.” She moans as I smack her ass again. Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks dazed.

“That’s my good girl.” I kiss her on the forehead and release her. “I’ll see you later.” Getting into my Bentley, I peel out of the parking lot, watching her standing there, shocked and utterly bewildered, in my rearview mirror.

eight

stevie

IT’S BEEN FOUR days since I’ve seen Hunter.

Tonight is his game against University of Greenwood and Becca is insisting we attend. I’m desperate to see him again but also terrified of the power he already has over me in such a short amount of time. I melted into a puddle in his arms on Monday and it was after he’d accused me of flirting with that guy at the bar. Something is seriously wrong with me that his anger and hostility turned me on so much.

I probably would’ve dropped down on my knees and sucked him off right there in the bar parking lot if he’d asked me. But he’d just kissed my forehead and left me without looking back. I didn’t know what to think. After collecting myself and smoothing my hair, I’d returned to the bar and found Becca. She had heard about the near fight that had broken out between Hunter and the other team, but she hadn’t known I’d been a part of it. I didn’t tell her.

I’ve wanted to text Hunter every day this week, but every time I’ve opened the messages app, I’ve immediately closed it again. Maybe it’s better to just stay away from him.

Becca knocks on my bedroom door and pokes her head in, “You ready?”

“For what?”

“’For what?’” she repeats mockingly. “For the game, silly. Come on. Get dressed, we’re going.”

I groan. “Do we have to?”

“Um, yes. I wanna see some hot men on ice. My life is boring enough as it is, I need some excitement.”

I close the book I’ve been reading and get up as Becca rummages in my closet. “I wish we were both dating hockey players and could wear their jerseys,” she says.