Page 78 of Ice Me Out

My fingers fly to the button of his jeans. If there’s one thing I’m confident about is my blowjob. Matthew said I gave fantastic head.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I gasp when Jamie covers my hand with his to stop me. “I want to return the favor.”

“Baby,” Jamie’s voice is strained, a little troubled. “I want nothing more than to feel your perfect little mouth wrapped around my cock. It’s just that if we do that, I know I’m gonna want to fuck you.”

I nod. “That was the hope.”

Jamie

If anyone had told me how much self-control I had last week, I would have laughed at them.

Normally, I would have been balls deep inside Bex the second she said she wanted me to fuck her.

God knows that if there was an award for the most quickies in the bathrooms on campus, I would be a shoo-in for first prize.

But something Bex said earlier has been playing in my mind on repeat. “When we were talking to Connor earlier, you said you had sex just once in your life.” I begin. “Is that true?”

She lowers her gaze, clearly embarrassed. “Yeah. It was the night before I ran away.”

Fuck.

Every time Bex talks about that night, my desire to kill Priestly becomes stronger and stronger.

But payback will have to wait; we’ll meet Bridgeport on the ice soon enough, and then that creepy motherfucker will have nowhere to hide.

“Then it’s better if we go home.” I say, ignoring the way my cock is straining against the zipper of my jeans in protest.

Bex looks disappointed. “Oh?”

She’s so fucking cute. “We’ve been in here for a while. Long enough that people will think we hooked up.”

“We should give the people what they want, then.” Bex insists.

“In a normal situation, I’d agree with you, baby.” I force myself to say. “But I’m sure there’s a line of people waiting to use the bathroom outside the door. And if this is your second time ever, I want to take my time with you.”

Her frown turns back into a smile. “Really?”

An unsettling feeling blooms in my chest. That smile? There are very few things I wouldn’t do to see it again.

But I put my unusual thoughts aside and answer Bex’s question. “Absolutely. There are a lot more orgasms where the one you just had come from. Let’s go home and we’ll have all night.”

“Ok.”

I help Bex to retrieve her clothes and get dressed in record time. “Let’s go.” I flick the lock on the door and lace my fingers through hers.

“Jesus, it’s about time.” A girl whines. “I was about to wet myself.”

A collective groan comes from the other women in line outside the bathroom.

Some of them are annoyed, and I don’t blame them. I know hogging the bathroom like that was fucking rude.

A few of them, however, have their phones out and are taking photos or filming me coming out of the women’s bathroom with Bex.

“Let’s go, baby.” I say, ignoring the curious looks that follow us all the way back into the dining hall and out of the building.

The dinner rush isn’t over and the roads on campus are deserted. Good, because that means that I make it back to our condo in record time.

The radio is on with some background music and neither of us talks until we burst through the front door.