Page 77 of Icebound

Our noises are indecently erotic.

He’s able to reach places inside me I never knew existed. He pushes into me so deep that I don’t know if I’ll ever get rid of him.

“I can’t, it’s too much, Nina. I want you there with me. Please, tell me you’re close. If not, I’m so fucking sorry ‘cause I’m about to lose it with you.”

“I’m there,” I pant. “I’m right there with you.”

Knowing Rhode is just as out of control as I am detonates a second explosion of ecstasy inside me. Everything in me tightens and coils, then loosens all at once.

I bite my lip in a futile attempt to keep my cries from escaping as pleasure courses through my body. Rhode doesn’t even try to quiet his groans as he pours himself into me. I’m lost in him, questioning whether I’ll find my way out.

He collapses against the door in a heavy heap, still holding me up, but I’m grateful for the weight, otherwise, I might float away. His cock twitches inside me, riding out the last spasms of his orgasm.

A light sheen of sweat coats both our bodies, but we stay connected as the blazing wildfire from before softens to glowing embers.

“That was…” I wander off into silence. Words float between us, invisible in the space we share. “What was that?”

He releases a gravelly chuckle and then kisses my cheek, not my lips. Throughout it all, he never once kissed my mouth. “Hell, if I know, but I liked it. I liked it a lot.”

“Yeah, I liked it too.”

Like is an understatement, but with his past, I’m sure Rhode’s used to things like this, but not me. He’s my exception.

Rhode slowly lifts me off his cock and sets me back down on Earth. It’s only then that I realize the office is a mess with books strewn around the floor.

He strips off the condom and, with a flick of his wrist, flings it past the trash can. It soars through the air, landing with a heavy thud on Micah’s jersey—streams of his release splatter over the navy fabric, painting it white.

My mouth drops. “Nice to see chivalry is alive and well. You ruined my jersey.”

“I might act like a gentleman, but I won’t fuck you like one.” His lips curl into a smirk that’s all roguish mischief. “And I think that’s only fair now that you’ve ruined me.”

Our lips pull up at the corners, and something passes between us. It’s not made of love, but it’s still worth keeping. Except, it feels like a wisp of smoke.

Soon I’ll be another person on his list of exes, and he’ll be the hockey player I had sex with in an office. This moment—our moment—will be reduced to a short story we tell to new loves. I’ll leave for Argentina, and he’ll build his perfect family. A lump forms in my throat.

If I can’t have Rhode, I’m glad I left my mark on him because I think he’s ruined a little piece of me too, and suddenly, I don’t know if one time is going to be enough.

There’s a knock on the office door.

“Get dressed and wait here. Let me check who it is.” Tugging up his pants, Rhode opens the door so a sliver of light slashes through our moonlit haven.

“What do you want, Cruz?”

“Hey, old man, what have you been up to? Cross-stitching?” Micah’s teasing lilt comes through the door. “Nice to see my evil plan to get you to pull your head out of your ass worked. Morgan’s asking for you, so tuck your tiny dick back in your pants. Party’s over.”

“Morgan?” I wrap my arms around my exposed chest, a knot swelling in my stomach. “Who’s Morgan?”

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RHODE

What the hell just happened? I shut the door with a click, panting. My brain’s all scrambled like I got slammed into the boards. I’m still thinking of Nina as I reach into my gym bag. I pull out a clean jersey for her—my jersey.

“Here. You can wear this.” I press my lips to her forehead, not wanting her to worry about Morgan. That’s my issue. “Get dressed. I’ll explain in a second.”

She takes the fabric. “You want me to wear your jersey?”

“Yeah, I just fucked you against a door, so if you’re going to wear someone’s jersey, it’ll be mine.”