I’m standing it looks
like your game needs some work.”
Game? Is that all this was to them? Some sort of
challenge? Who could get into the Ice Princess’ pants? She knew what some of
their classmates had called her. She just never dreamed these two would be in
the same crowd with them . Was she just one of a legion of women who fell
into bed with them? Only, she had the added incentive of allowing them to cross
off the elusive Ice Princess from their long list of lovers. And bonus points
for doing both of them at once.
Their bickering fell to the background. Her pulse pounded in
her ears as the walls shrank around her. God, she couldn’t breathe. Suddenly
she felt vulnerable. And very naked. She had to get out of there.
She jumped out of the bed and drew a pair of sweats on. Spying
a white t-shirt on the floor, she quickly drew it over her head. She grabbed
her balled-up dress, fuck-me shoes and clutch then made for the bedroom door.
Rob grabbed her arm. “Whoa. What’s—”
“I’m going home. I think the two of you have some issues to
work out.” Sara jerked her arm away from Rob and stormed out the bedroom door.
She got all the way to the living room before she realized
she didn’t have any way to get home. No car. No keys.
“Fuck it.” She grabbed the keys to Rob’s flashy car and flew
out of the house.
Chapter Seven
Marc hung his head and stared at his empty hands. Had they
just been filled with his own little piece of heaven? Or had it been a dream?
He looked over at Rob standing naked beside him and realized if it was a dream,
he’d entered nightmare territory.
“Well, are you going to go fix this? Or are you just gonna
sit there and fondle yourself?” Rob’s angry voice was a little hard to ignore.
“Me? What makes you think I’m the one she got pissed at? For
all we know, your little ‘game’ comment was the one that shoved her over the
edge.”
Rob smirked. “Don’t think so. It was all downhill after you
complimented her rack. You fucked it up, so you go fix it.”
“Pretty sure you’re not my dad, jack-off.”
Rob shuddered. “If I was, this would be a seriously
fucked-up situation.”
Marc chuckled wryly. It always kind of surprised him when
Rob let his dry wit go. It probably wasn’t a good sign that of the two of them,
Rob was the one cracking jokes. He knew he had to calm down. Something about
this situation just…didn’t sit right with him. He couldn’t shake the feeling
something about their threesome was off.
Aside from the obvious.
Marc tried to ignore the tense sensation prickling his
scalp.
“I think if this is ever going to work, we’ve got to knock off
the competitive bullshit and focus on Sara.”
Marc nodded. “I know. You’re right.”
“Besides, it makes it a lot easier to be in bed with another
guy if I don’t have to look at you.”
“Fuck you. You think I want to see your hairy balls?” Marc
laughed.
“You wish you had balls like mine.”
Marc shook his head as he reached for his jeans. “How are we
going to get her back?”
“Grovel?”
“Think that will be enough?”
“I don’t know. It’s always a good place to start.”
As he was zipping up his jeans, a distinct rumble filled the
air. Marc watched Rob’s face turn red.
“She wouldn’t—” But Marc was talking to Rob’s back as he
tore out of the room, hopping while he struggled to pull his pants above his
knees.
It would have been a comical sight if not for the anger
that’d been evident on Rob’s face.
“Hey, man. Hold up.” Marc raced after his friend. “You need
to calm down. It’s just a car.”
“Just a car? I restored her. Slaved under that hood for five
years. Sara knows better. I’ll be damned if anyone but me will ever drive it.” Rob now had his jeans over his hips as they ran outside, shirtless.
But instead of the empty parking spot Marc expected, Rob’s
cherry-red car sat idling with a very disheveled woman behind the wheel.
“Now,
like your game needs some work.”
Game? Is that all this was to them? Some sort of
challenge? Who could get into the Ice Princess’ pants? She knew what some of
their classmates had called her. She just never dreamed these two would be in
the same crowd with them . Was she just one of a legion of women who fell
into bed with them? Only, she had the added incentive of allowing them to cross
off the elusive Ice Princess from their long list of lovers. And bonus points
for doing both of them at once.
Their bickering fell to the background. Her pulse pounded in
her ears as the walls shrank around her. God, she couldn’t breathe. Suddenly
she felt vulnerable. And very naked. She had to get out of there.
She jumped out of the bed and drew a pair of sweats on. Spying
a white t-shirt on the floor, she quickly drew it over her head. She grabbed
her balled-up dress, fuck-me shoes and clutch then made for the bedroom door.
Rob grabbed her arm. “Whoa. What’s—”
“I’m going home. I think the two of you have some issues to
work out.” Sara jerked her arm away from Rob and stormed out the bedroom door.
She got all the way to the living room before she realized
she didn’t have any way to get home. No car. No keys.
“Fuck it.” She grabbed the keys to Rob’s flashy car and flew
out of the house.
Chapter Seven
Marc hung his head and stared at his empty hands. Had they
just been filled with his own little piece of heaven? Or had it been a dream?
He looked over at Rob standing naked beside him and realized if it was a dream,
he’d entered nightmare territory.
“Well, are you going to go fix this? Or are you just gonna
sit there and fondle yourself?” Rob’s angry voice was a little hard to ignore.
“Me? What makes you think I’m the one she got pissed at? For
all we know, your little ‘game’ comment was the one that shoved her over the
edge.”
Rob smirked. “Don’t think so. It was all downhill after you
complimented her rack. You fucked it up, so you go fix it.”
“Pretty sure you’re not my dad, jack-off.”
Rob shuddered. “If I was, this would be a seriously
fucked-up situation.”
Marc chuckled wryly. It always kind of surprised him when
Rob let his dry wit go. It probably wasn’t a good sign that of the two of them,
Rob was the one cracking jokes. He knew he had to calm down. Something about
this situation just…didn’t sit right with him. He couldn’t shake the feeling
something about their threesome was off.
Aside from the obvious.
Marc tried to ignore the tense sensation prickling his
scalp.
“I think if this is ever going to work, we’ve got to knock off
the competitive bullshit and focus on Sara.”
Marc nodded. “I know. You’re right.”
“Besides, it makes it a lot easier to be in bed with another
guy if I don’t have to look at you.”
“Fuck you. You think I want to see your hairy balls?” Marc
laughed.
“You wish you had balls like mine.”
Marc shook his head as he reached for his jeans. “How are we
going to get her back?”
“Grovel?”
“Think that will be enough?”
“I don’t know. It’s always a good place to start.”
As he was zipping up his jeans, a distinct rumble filled the
air. Marc watched Rob’s face turn red.
“She wouldn’t—” But Marc was talking to Rob’s back as he
tore out of the room, hopping while he struggled to pull his pants above his
knees.
It would have been a comical sight if not for the anger
that’d been evident on Rob’s face.
“Hey, man. Hold up.” Marc raced after his friend. “You need
to calm down. It’s just a car.”
“Just a car? I restored her. Slaved under that hood for five
years. Sara knows better. I’ll be damned if anyone but me will ever drive it.” Rob now had his jeans over his hips as they ran outside, shirtless.
But instead of the empty parking spot Marc expected, Rob’s
cherry-red car sat idling with a very disheveled woman behind the wheel.
“Now,
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