Page 82 of Hot As Ice

hunter

I HAVE A GAME the day before my father’s big wedding celebration.

That means I can’t make it to the rehearsal dinner. A fact that pisses my father off to no end. But he can’t make me go no matter how much he yells, and that’s satisfying as fuck.

I listened to him go off on me on the phone for about five minutes, not saying a word back. That pissed him off too. Then Gramps got on the phone and told me not to listen to my father and to have a good game. That had made me smile.

Good old Gramps, always taking my side. Well, most of the time.

Stevie, unfortunately, does have to go to the rehearsal dinner, and she’s at my place right now, trying on her gown. At the moment, though, she’s in pretty nude lace lingerie, and it’s making my cock twitch. I shift in my seat on the armchair across from the bed.

“I can’t believe you won’t be at the dinner tomorrow,” she says, unzipping the garment bag that holds the gown. She takes out the dress and places it gently on my bed. For a few seconds, she just stares at it, running a hand over the beaded fabric. I take the opportunity to enjoy the look of her firm ass in her lace undies. Fuck. How am I going to keep my hands off her before she puts the gown on?

“Can you fucking get dressed already?” I say a little too harshly.

She looks at me, startled. “Okay.”

She takes the dress from the bed and steps into it, shimmying her body through the fabric. It molds onto her frame. The gold color fully complements her complexion and blonde hair. She’s dazzling. She pulls the straps into place then looks at me.

“Can you zip me up?”

Such an innocent statement, and yet it makes me painfully hard. I take a second, then have to adjust myself as I get up from my seat. I take my time walking towards her, staring into her eyes the whole time. As I get close, she turns around and lifts her hair to reveal her gorgeous back. Yeah, she needs to get out of this dress immediately.

I swallow my desire and grab the zipper pull, slowly pulling it all the way up. “Thank you,” she says, releasing her hair and hiking up her skirt. She walks over to the mirror, turning this way and that.

“What do you think?” she asks me. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah.” I like it a little too much, but I’ll like it more crumpled up on the floor. “It’s nice.”

“Just nice?” She looks over her shoulder at me.

“You look good.” I sit down on the edge of the bed. “Come here.”

She hesitates. “Can you take a photo of me in the dress? I promised Becca I would let her see it.”

I look at her for a moment, but she avoids my eyes. “Sure.” I grab my phone and snap a few photos, then toss it on the bed. “Come here,” I say again.

“Hunter…”

“Yes?”

She plucks at the fabric of her dress, then seems to realize she might ruin it and stops. “I don’t want to go to the rehearsal dinner without you,” she says finally.

“I know, baby.”

“It’s gonna be so awkward.”

“It’s only for a few hours.”

“But it doesn’t make sense for me to go without you.”

I nod. She’s not wrong. But Celeste wants her to be there. “I can tell Celeste you can’t make it. Don’t worry about it.”

Except she clearly is worrying about it, a lot. There’s an adorable line between her brows that I want to smooth out. I also wish she would come sit on my lap so I can fuck her.

“Yeah,” she says. “But I don’t want to disappoint her.”

“Stevie. Come here.”