Page 75 of Ice Me Out

I nod. “Really. All I ask you is to be honest with me. Like for example, if you like Connor, I can live with it.”

Something passes in her eyes. “The thing with Connor is… you were kissing me and I couldn’t help but wonder how it would be to kiss him, too.”

I smile, encouraging her to open up about her feelings. “You said ‘too.’ Do you mean how it would be to be with him instead of me, or would you like to be with both of us? Together?”

The way her face and chest flush pink tells me everything I need to know. But I want to hear it from her.

“For a second, I did.” She swallows. “I imagined being between you and Connor.”

I tuck a lock of her silky blonde hair behind her ear. “That’s fucking hot, baby. I would love to watch you kiss Connor while I kiss the back of your neck and down your spine. All the way down to your perfect little ass. I would taste your pussy, while Connor tastes your mouth.”

My words give her the courage to tell me what she wants.

“That would be hot. I really like kissing you, Jamie.” She says. “And I want to kiss Connor again.”

Again? “What do you mean?” I ask. “When did you and Connor kiss?”

She hesitates for a second, but then she spills her little secret. “At the Zeta party the other night. Luke said it was definitely one of his roommates, but he wouldn’t tell me who. I thought it was you, but now I know it wasn’t.”

I frown. “You’re right, it wasn’t me.” She reads the other thought I refuse to put into words.

“He wasn’t better than you. Just different. Before you kissed me, that was the best kiss I had ever had. Now you both have the top spot.”

She sounds honest, and I relax.

Truth be told, if she liked kissing Connor better than she likes kissing me, I would be hurt.

“And you’re sure it wasn’t Keene? If Luke said one of his roommates, we have to consider him too.”

Bex laughs, but it comes out more like a snort. “On a purely hypothetical level, I guess we should. But I doubt it would be Keene.”

“Why?” I insist.

She rolls her eyes. “Duh. Keene hates me.”

“You shouldn’t take that personally, baby. Keene has been dealing with a nasty divorce. His ex cheated on him and put him through hell. It’s not you he doesn’t like, it’s women in general. He’s been burned too much.”

Bex shrugs. “So has Connor, even if he wasn’t married to his ex. But you don’t see him acting like an asshole and using his psychotic cat to terrify innocent women.”

“I think Keene is all bark and no bite.” I chuckle. “Deep down, he’s a solid guy.”

“We agree to disagree.” She decides. “But I know it couldn’t have been Keene behind mask number six.”

Now I’m intrigued. “Why?”

“That kiss.” her tone is wistful, and if she hadn’t just said that she liked kissing me just as much, I’d be jealous. “Was sweet. Almost reverent. Guy number six didn’t strike me like someone who dislikes women. Just the opposite. This is why at first I thought it could be you.”

I give it some thought. “You might be right. But there’s only one way to find out for sure. You should kiss Connor.”

Bex shakes her head. “I can’t.”

“Why?” I challenge her.

“Because.” She bites out. “Our relationship might be fake, but if we have to make everyone believe that we’re madly in love with each other, I can’t go around kissing other men.”

The possessive side of me is fist pumping the air, but no matter how this fake relationship ends, I can’t be with Bex knowing that she thinks about my roommate. I’d rather she got some clarity about that mystery kiss. Besides, this could be fun.

“You don’t have to kiss him in public.” I whisper. “Unless there’s a game, or something going on at the Gamma house, these days Connor stays in. I think we could get together with him and get him to kiss you.”