Page 14 of Daddies on Ice

This was different, it was…almost possessive and jealous. Something warm and comforting slid through me as he approached me like some knight in shining armor, bent on protecting me from an evil knave.

It turned me on, too. I used to have a crush on Ash but pushed it aside when I realized he’d never see me as anything more than a little sister, or Trent’s baby sister.

But the way he looked at me today, well that was anything but brotherly. And my body and mind recognized it too.

Shivers ripple through me, and I realize I’ve got one hand skimming the bottom hem of my shirt, my fingers cold on my flesh and dangerously close to dipping beneath my waistband. In my car.

Get a grip, Tish!

Soft music is playing from the radio and my brain slowly filters in the current song.

What the holy hell?

A new release by an upcoming artist plays, “Don’t Make Me Choose,” the lyrics eerily representing how I’m feeling right now.

I shake my head and start my car.

How long have I been sitting out here in the club parking lot like an idiot, my blood on fire and nerves stretched taught with…well, there’s no other word to describe the way I’m feeling butlust.

Forthreemen!

Maybe because I haven’t had sex in so long.

I frown, trying to remember when the last time was.

It was before Becky was born.

I’ve been too busy trying to keep off Mica’s radar and building a life for me and Becky that I haven’t even been interested in dating.

Mica doesn’t know she exists, and I want to keep it that way. That means keeping a low profile.

Now that he’s in prison, though, I’m not as worried about him finding us.

But that still doesn’t mean I’m ready to get serious with another guy and bring him around my daughter.

What if the guy turns out to be another Mica and I find myself in the same mess all over again?

I just can’t take the chance when it comes to Becky.

Yet, here I sit like some sex-crazed woman in my car thinking about three men I’m ready and willing to jump in a heartbeat.

Yeah, something is definitely wrong with me.

With a growl of frustration, I change the radio station, put my car into gear, and pull out of the parking lot.

I force thoughts of Coach Carl, Jake, and Ash out of my head and concentrate on what’s important.

“I got the job!” I say excitedly, hitting the steering wheel for emphasis. That’s what I need to be focusing on. I don’t have to look for work during the holidays, and Becky and I will get to travel.

A tiny frown creases my forehead.

But that means I’ll also be around the three men who put me into hormone overdrive, too.

I shake my head and purse my lips in determination.

I can’t let this distract me. I need this job.

Besides, Becky will be with me a lot of the time. Who has time to be horny around a five-year-old, anyway?