Page 30 of Ice Bet

“Hi.” Liv slipped up beside me, and I instantly furrowed my brow at the sound of her shy voice.

I clicked my phone off and pushed it into my pocket at the sight of her small frown.Here it comes.

“Uh, hey.” I looked at her empty hands. “You need a drink?”

I was a gentleman. Sort of.

She nibbled on her bottom lip. “Are you mad at me?”

Same ’ol shit, different girl.“Why would I be mad at you, Liv?”

She pushed a piece of hair behind her ear. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard from you.”

That was because I was too busy following Riley around campus like an overprotective big brother—or stalker, according to her.

“I wasn’t aware that there was a certain amount of time that I had to text you by.”

“Is it because of that girl?”

Whoa. Hold up.

“What girl?”

“The one that you very obviously are into.”

My pulse thrummed. “I have no idea who you’re talking about.” I knew damn well who she was referring to.

Liv smiled but squinted her eyes at me, like she was scrutinizing my actions. “You made a dig at a girl's lack of clothing when I left your apartment the other day.” She patted my chest. “That’s called being jealous. You didn’t want your roommates looking at her.”

She didn’t seem bothered by this, just curious.

“You’ve never acted that way with me leaving your apartment withjust-fuckedhair and a missing bra.” A soft laugh left her, and she shrugged, looking out into the party. “It’s fine if that’s the case. I just need to know so I don’t step on anyone’s toes.”

“I’m not into her.”And don’t put that thought in my head.“She’s my coach’s daughter. I said something about the way she was dressed because the last thing our team needs is an upset like one of them sleeping with her and pissing Coach Lennon off.”

Liv’s beer-scented breath fell graciously from her mouth. “Oh.”

Silence passed between us, and I glanced out into the party, unsure of what to say to her. I’d love nothing more than to take her upstairs like usual, but things were beginning to feel sticky between us.

Too sticky.

“I’m sorry,” she said, turning to me. “I hope you don’t think I was jealous. I know that what you and I have is simple and there are absolutely zero strings.”

That was what she had always alluded to.

I was busy with hockey, and she was busy trying to get into law school. Neither of us wanted anything more than a quick fuck, nor did we have the time for it.

“I just didn’t want to be caught up in ex-girlfriend drama or whatever. I don’t have time for that.”

I took a sip of my beer, watching her relaxed movements. I wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth, but I hoped she was. I didn’t have time for drama either, and the sole reason for that was because I’d already been there and done that. I probably had themostex-girlfriend drama out of everyone on this campus.

I chugged the rest of my beer and threw it in a nearby trash can before pulling Liv onto the dance floor. It was in the middle of the living room, but from the very first party I attended at Rush’s, it hadalwaysbeen the place for people to dance and get a little touchy.

Liv put her back to my front, and her ass pushed up against my semi-hard dick. My hands flew to her waist, and she moved in front of me, rubbing herself against me so slowly that I only lasted a few minutes.

“Upstairs,” I whispered into her ear, nibbling on the edge of it.

Liv and I were upstairs within ten seconds, and I had her up against the closed door with her pressed against my dick. Her head flew back, and she was looking for a quick fuck by the jerky movements of her pulling at my shirt.

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