Page 4 of Break The Ice

Wait! They live together?

Wren disappears into the carport, slamming the roller door down and leaving no illusions to what he thinks on the matter. Now I’m left alone with Raider. The big hockey player leads me to a front door that has a cute stained glass insert.

I feel like I’ve entered the twilight zone.

This is not how I expected playboy Raider to live. It’s normal. It’s not affluent or expensive. The appliances are years old. It looks like any other suburban house I’ve ever rented, complete with dinged up walls and old fixtures that are from decades ago.

He leads me into a kitchen with a massive new fridge. It appears to be the only thing brand new in the house. Raider stares into the light and hums. He pulls out several containers and starts heating them up in a microwave that sits on dark laminate. I pause, listening as I hear someone stomp upstairs.

“If he doesn’t want me here, you can tell him I’m just here to eat.”

“Wren isn’t my boyfriend or my lover. He’s just a friend, and it’s nothing to do with you. It’s just me, trust me, he’s pissed at me. Just ignore him.”

My stomach growls, but, other than that, silence stretches out between us. I feel like I should say something, anything, but I can’t think properly. My head is foggy, and all I can think about is food, especially since that scent is wafting at me in a delicious wave of torture.

When he sets the food down on the table in the dining room, I fall upon it like a starving dog. I don’t even think, I just eat.

Oh, god, it tastes so good.

I wolf more down until I’m able to slow and finally stop.

Raider’s watching me with a bemused smile, spinning a glass of amber liquid.

He drinks it down and tops it up before sliding it to me.

I drink it down and slide it back.

Still nothing is said. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

He stands up, and I realise his eyes are glazed. How many drinks did he have while I was eating? I get nervous and stand up, moving back into the kitchen and dumping my plate and fork in the sink, but he moves his body so I’m caged against it.

“Raider? You don’t want to do this.” My protest is weak.

He leans down, inhaling the scent at my neck. I shiver and tense, hyper aware of him and the heat that is scorching me. I’m conscious of him, how huge he is, all those hard muscles, the way he’s moving closer and closer.

“I love brownies.”

All those fantasies explode back into my memory, and I exhale in a shudder as his lips trace over my shoulder, the tank top I’m wearing doesn’t cover much. Brownies? Oh, my scent. I can barely smell it, but I’ve heard from other alphas that it’s intense.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I blink, and before I can think, he’s spun me around and has one giant, muscled thigh pressed between my legs. We’re really doing this? Okay! I wish I’d had time for a shower.I can’t remember the last time I had sex, it was a meh experience. Whilst I have no doubts in my mind that sex with Raider would blow my puny little mind, part of me is nervous and holds back.

“One night?” he whispers, teasing me into temptation.

I reach up, reluctantly pressing my fingers to his chest. Touching him is my undoing, though, and the minute I do, all my reservations, all my willpower melts away.

I lean into him with a groan.

He grabs my wrist and lifts it, dragging his teeth over the side of my palm in a move that has me soaking my panties.

“Follow me,” he says, but he doesn’t let go of my hand.

He leads me out of the kitchen and away from the dining room to a hallway with a set of stairs. We ascend quickly, and he turns left, choosing the third door.

The minute I’m inside, he puts his hands on my hips, spins me, and walks me backwards into the dark room.

“I can’t believe you just fell into my world like this,” Raider moans. “It's so unbelievably perfect.”

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