Page 78 of Icebound

She rolls those beautiful eyes. “How thoughtful after you ruined Micah’s.”

Nina pulls the heavy fabric over herself, and pride swells in my chest at the sight of her in my number Thirty, but it’s not because she looks like mine.

I’ll never belong to her.

It’s because she’s willing to support our team, even when she claims she’s not a fan. I never thought a woman who could rock a pair of corduroy overalls could look like she was born to wear navy and white.

She pulls out a compact mirror, pursing her lipstick-smeared mouth in the reflection. “You made a mess of me, Rhode Tremblay.”

My cock twitches at the thought of those full, red-stained lips wrapped around me, but we agreed we’d only do this once.

I drag my eyes away from her, pushing away the thought, and pull a tissue from the box on the desk. “You might be a mess, but you’re my mess. Here, let me help.”

Her eyes widen when I tug her bottom lip down and swipe the tissue over her cherry mouth. That beautiful, witty mouth. The one I’m desperate to kiss, but I won’t take anything else from her. When I’ve wiped away all the red, I stuff the tissue into my pocket without a second thought.

We put on our clothes in silence. It’s not awkward, but it’s thick. I’m having a hard time thinking about anything other than the taste of her.

It’s probably because I haven’t had sex in over a year, but that orgasm felt like it pulsed through my entire body, or I don’t know, maybe it had everything to do with Nina. I’m already getting hard again just thinking of her breathy moans in my ear.

I can’t bring myself to regret what happened when that might’ve been the best sex of my life. I have no idea if it’s because of Nina or my dry spell, but damn, that was incredible.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

I’m not going to use her for sex. I barely have a chance to process everything before there’s another knock.

I crack the door open and slide into the hallway so no one gets a view of her, slamming right into my little sister, decked out in Cruz’s jersey. “Wyn? What are you doing back here? I thought we were meeting tomorrow for lunch.”

Rowyn’s got her black hair pulled into a braid, and her gray eyes narrow at my disheveled suit. “Really, Ro? An office? I thought you were done with all this ever since you lost that sponsorship.”

I grimace, glancing over my shoulder to make sure the office door’s closed. “It’s not like that.”

I’ve never felt anything like what happened in there, but I’d rather puke from three hours of skating butterfly slides than discuss my sex life with my little sister. “I’m not talking about this with you, and that’s not what that was. That was…” I’m not sure what’s at the end of that sentence, so I trail off.

My sister flicks her braid over her shoulder in the same way she’s been doing since she was a cocky five-year-old.

Mom and I always said she’d either end up in prison or the Oval Office, and based on the judging look she’s giving me, I’d say the Oval Office is more likely. “Fine, I just came to find you because—”

The door opens, and Nina strides up to us, glasses askew and her dirty blonde hair a mess. I want to smooth out the strands, but that’ll give Wyn the wrong impression, and then she’ll fire off a million questions at Nina.

My sister’s eyes go wide. “Hold on. I know you. Aren’t you in my art history class? You saved me from answering that question, right?”

I tense.

Nina tilts her head. “Wait, yeah, you’re… Rowyn, right?”

My sister squeals, throwing her arms around Nina, who freezes. “Yes, thank you for that! I’m Rowyn Tremblay.” She pulls back, eyes bouncing between me and Nina. “How do you know my brother?”

Nina’s mouth falls. “Rhode’s your brother?”

“Hold on, you two are in the same class?” I interject, dizzy all of a sudden.

They nod in unison.

I try not to cringe, but it’s hard. Did I really just have sex with a girl in my sister’s class? Someone put me in the sin bin.

I clear the thought, trying to calm the hell down. Alright, it’s fine. I can handle this. I made my decision, and now I have to own the fact. Nina and I might be a one-time thing, but I’m not going to keep her like a secret.

I can’t keep her at all.