Page 36 of Love on Ice

“Does it matter? She never deserved you,” she says quietly, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“I need closure, even if it hardens me in the process.”

“Please, don’t turn your back on love. There is the perfect woman out there for you. Who won’t treat you like shit. Who won’t cheat on you. That you will build a wonderful life together and live happily ever after with and that sorry excuse of a woman will get her karma,” she says angrily. I love how upset she is for me on my behalf.

“Maybe. One day. I’m going to put a pin in love for a while.”

“I get it,” she says, patting my stomach. “Urgh, I hate that I’m going to have to tell you this,” she says, squirming in my arms. “Stephen wasn’t the only person on your team who she slept with.”

Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. I sit up, surprised by this information. “Who?”

“Dave Crenshaw and Aleksandr Gusev.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I’m surprised that the guys I was closest with were fucking my girlfriend. Did they all take turns the three of them? How the fuck did she have time? “Dave’s married to her best friend, Rori.”

“She knows, they are swingers. Apparently, they have parties, and some of your teammates attend.”

“I never knew about any parties. Cynthia and Rori used to have girls’ nights but …” Realization dawns on me. “Once a month, she would have a regular girls’ night with Rori and her friends. She would post pictures of them in their sexy sleep wear …” Fuck. “I thought it was great because I’d call up Stephen, and we would hang out with some of the other guys.” Fuck.

“Stephen doesn’t know. He’s not a part of the group,” she tells me.

I run my hand through my hair and burst out laughing. “He doesn’t know?” She shakes her head. “Fuck, well if that isn’t karma at work.”

“It wasn’t just hockey players that were invited to the parties, there were celebrities and other athletes. People who are in the scene,” she explains.

“Why are they not here, where they can fuck anyone, not their fucking teammate’s girl behind his back?” I ask her.

“They aren’t members, and honestly, will never be members. I’ve put a blacklist on all their names,” she states.

“Thanks.”

“I’m a petty bitch,” she says, giving me a wink.

“You’re a fucking goddess that’s what you are,” I say, reaching over and kissing her. “You’ve really had my back. I won’t ever forget that.”

“It’s what I do for my friends.” She grins.

“I’m glad I found you then.”

“Me too.”

I stare at her, the wind is blowing the whisps of her hair and I try to push it back behind her ear. “I think I’m going to miss being around you twenty-four-seven when we get back to New York.”

“I’ve gotten used to being around you, too,” she agrees, nudging me.

“We still have that axe-throwing game,” I remind her.

“That’s right. Guess I better start working on my arm.” She grins, pretending to throw imaginary axes across the beach.

“I have an idea that might help with that wrist action.” I grin as I look down to my dick.

“Felix,” she groans while laughing. “Do you take Viagra or something?”

“I’m just a young stud,” I say as I show her my muscles.

“I do forget you’re so much younger than me.” Then she stills. “Am I a cougar?”

I burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, a what? A cougar? Don’t you have to be old for that?”

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