Page 27 of Heart on Ice

“Oh, did it work you up earlier, seeing me naked, that you have to go to your little sex club and rub one out?” Issy gasps and her face turns a bright shade of pink as her mouth falls open. “Felix told me. You sent him to a sex resort to sort himself out after Cynthia. He said you like to go to the city clubs.”

She glares at me, slack-jawed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lies. She busies herself with cleaning up the spotless kitchen.

“What happens in the club stays in the club type thing, isn’t it?” I push, loving the way I’m making her uncomfortable. She ignores me. “What kind of things happen there? Do you like being tied up and spanked? Are ball gags involved? Does everyone walk around naked?” I continue to tease. Issy’s eyes flash with annoyance and anger at my questions. “You probably get off seeing a man on his knees. I know I used to love getting on my knees for you.”

“Stop it,” she shrieks. “What I do outside or even inside this house is none of your business. Don’t think because I’m doing you a favor that you and I are friends, we’re not. I’m doing this for a client, nothing more. Keep out of my way when we are at home, do you hear me?” she says angrily.

Guess I pushed her too far. “Loud and clear.” I shouldn’t be surprised by her anger. Issy still hates me. I was trying to lighten an awkward mood, but I guess I’m making things worse. She nods and storms out of the kitchen. I feel bad because Ican see it on her face, me being here is hurting her.She’s doing you a solid, you should respect her boundaries.This is true, but … being around her again is confusing. I feel like no time has passed between us, yet I can feel the chasm that is there.You should be worrying about your future, not whether Issy likes you.That feels like it’s out of my hands. I have no control over my future right now, it’s in Bill Reeves’ grimy hands, but the Issy situation, that I do have control over, and I’m determined to win her backas friends.We are going to have to learn to be around each other, especially with the way Felix and Harper seem to be traveling. My brother has it bad.

I’ve finished my meal which was delicious and am tidying up in the kitchen when Issy comes in dressed like sin.Oh hell no.She’s not going out looking like that. She has a tiny black mini dress on with a slit up the side, sky high heels, and her hair pulled up in a ponytail.

“Oh, sorry didn’t realize you were in here,” she says before walking over to the drinks fridge and pulling out a bottle of water.

“You’re seriously going out dressed like that?” I ask her.

“You have a problem with what I’m wearing?” she asks, looking down at herself.

“Damn right I do.”

“Too bad,” she grins, turning on her heel, “don’t wait up,” she calls out.

Don’t wait up. What the hell? I rush after her. “What the hell does that mean?” I call out. She ignores me. “Issy.” She grabs her coat and puts it on in the foyer, continuing to ignore my questions. “Are you seriously leaving to go fuck some guy?”

Issy whirls around. “Oh, I’m not fucking just one guy, I’ll be fucking many.” And with that image in my head, she slams the front door in my face.

I couldn’t sleepall night. Images of Issy and what she is doing with faceless men at some sex club are keeping me up, along with a bad case of jet lag and everything else going on in my life. When I hear the front door open and the click clack of Issy’s heels, I’m up and out of bed and rushing out the door.

“Shit.” Issy gasps as I surprise her in the kitchen. “What the hell are you doing up at this time?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” I answer as my eyes roam all over her. I can’t tell if she’s been fucked within an inch of her life or not and it’s annoying the hell out of me. She shrugs, opens the fridge, and pulls out a bottle of water.

“I’m going to bed, I’m exhausted.”

“Bet you are.” The snide comment falls from my lips.

“Are you shaming me for having fun?” She whirls around, giving me a dirty look.

I fold my arms over my naked chest and send a dirty look right back at her. “I’m not shaming you. Just didn’t expect this new version of you. You were always shy about sex,” I tell her.

Those dark eyes flare with anger. “I grew up.”

“Obviously,” I say, looking her up and down.

“I’m not the naïve girl I once was. You don’t impress me anymore,” she says, waving her hand in front of her.

“Are you saying my dick doesn’t impress you? Could have fooled me when you caught a glimpse earlier.” I raise a brow at her.

“Do you want to know what impressed me tonight?” She smirks as she takes a sip of her water. I’ll bite. Nodding, I implore her to continue. “Not one dick but two.” My jaw clamps shut as I grind my molars. “You want me to tell you how muchI loved being fucked from behind while I choked on the other man’s dick?”

Shit.

“Or how I fucked them in front of a room full of people? Hearing the audience moan and groan while I got spit roasted by two men.”

“Enough,” I growl, my dick standing to attention in my sleep shorts, I subtly try to rearrange it so it’s not a fucking tent as I slide the waist band over the tip. Which doesn’t work because it pops out of the top of my shorts. Obviously, I’m not as subtle as I hoped and Issy’s eyes follow my movement, they widen as she sees the tip of my dick pointing out of my shorts.

“Does hearing about how other men satisfy me turn you on?” Issy smirks, raising a brow at me. “Would it kill you knowing how wet they got me. How I gushed around their dicks as they made me come so many times I couldn’t move.”

“I don’t believe you. You look the same as you did when you left, not a hair out of place. You hardly look thoroughly fucked. And I should know because I’ve seen it. Done it to you, even.”

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