Page 54 of Heart on Ice

“Sure, whatever he wants,” I say, grabbing the empty bottles of beer and placing them in the recycling bin. Pierre frowns at me.

“I’m going to organize it for you. I’ll send over the forms and you’ll need to get some medicals, but it’s easy. Then you are going to discover a world of fun, so much fricken fun. Anything you could ever desire is available to you, and man, they have the hottest women there,” Sam says enthusiastically. Maybe this is a good thing. Pierre probably has a lot of pent-up frustration, and I’m the closest thing to him so he is misdirecting his attention toward me.

“I’m intrigued,” Pierre says, sipping his beer.

“Your mind couldn’t possibly comprehend the shit that goes on there. Tell him Issy.” Sam grins.

“I’m always satisfied,” I answer.

“Damn, right you are.” Sam chuckles, which earns him a filthy look from Pierre. “That’s settled. I’ll send you the details tomorrow. Right. Well, I’ve overstayed my welcome,” Sam says, getting up and walking over to me. He gives me a big kiss onthe cheek and a tight hug. He’s always done this to me because he knows it annoys me, and Sam Rose is fucking annoying. “Thanks, Issy, for letting us use your home. It’s been great as always.” Then he points to Pierre. “Congrats, to you on your freedom. And with that, I’m out.” He walks out of my home with his bottle of beer.

“That man is crazy. Think I’m going to head to bed.”

“Sam’s very flirty with you. Did you two ever?” Pierre asks.

I still. “Excuse me?”

“You and Harper are close, and he’s her brother. Have you two ever hooked up? He seems to know how satisfied you are.” Those hazel eyes narrow on me. Is he jealous?

“That’s none of your business, and you’ve been drinking,” I tell him as I throw the paper towel that I was wiping the countertop with in the bin and start to walk away. I am not in the mood for this.

Next thing I know, Pierre grabs me, picks me up, and places me on to the kitchen counter, my bare ass meets the stone and it’s cold. Stupid G-string.

“Issy, I need to know if Sam has ever touched you. The thought that he has will drive me crazy.”

He’s insane. “Why would you care? You only see me as a friend,” I say, pushing against his hard body.

Pierre pushes between my legs and locks me in place with his hips. “You heard that? I thought you did, but you didn’t react.” Those hazel eyes glare at me.

“Yes. And I feel the same,” I say, pushing against him but it’s no use, the man is a fricken mountain.

“Except earlier when you were on your knees for me, I saw it on your face, you wanted me. Don’t forget I know you, Issy. I know the way your eyes dilate when your panties get wet, the way your skin flushes as your cunt tingles, the way your breath quickens, I haven’t forgotten any of it.” He snarls.

“Please, I had my first orgasm after we broke up,” I spit back.

Pierre’s hand grabs my throat. “Bullshit.” His fingers tighten around my throat. “I made you scream all the time.”

“It’s called faking it.” Pierre’s fingers tighten, and he glares at me angrily. “I never had to fake with Sam.” For the record, I’ve never slept with Sam. Yes, he is good looking, but he is such a playboy, plus he’s Harper’s brother. Nate, on the other hand, I would have climbed that man like a tree, but it never happened. Pierre doesn’t need to know that.

“You fucked him?” he questions me. I don’t say a word only glare at him. “Tell me, Issy, did you fuck Sam Rose because he and I are going to have a problem if you did.” Pierre looks angry, but I don’t want him taking it out on Sam. He’d be collateral damage in whatever game Pierre is playing.

“Who I have or haven’t fucked is none of your business. You lost any right to ask about my sex life years ago.”

“You didn’t sleep with Sam?” His face softens.

“No, I didn’t, you asshole. Now let me go,” I say, trying to push him out of the way.

“Why did you make me believe you did?” he questions me.

“Let me down,” I yell at him as my fists pummel against his chest.

“Issy, were you trying to make me jealous?” His voice lowers as his thumb slides along my collarbone. I’m unable to hide the shiver that it gives me, which makes him smirk. “The thought that someone else could make you come better than I can, would drive me insane. You were right, it did.”

“I’ve had plenty of people make me come better than you,” I snap back.

“Is that so? You know how competitive I am, Issy. Seems like you have thrown the gauntlet down. Now I’m going to have to prove you wrong,” he says, pressing himself between my legs. Why the hell did I wear a mini dress tonight? The hem is aroundmy waist. Pierre’s hand slides between us and over the damp fabric of my underwear. “Seems like someone likes me.”

“Fuck you,” I hiss.

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