Page 53 of Expose on the Ice

Indiana’s breathing quickens, her hips grinding against my fingers with increasing desperation, her nails digging into my shoulders. My fingers pump in and out of her slick heat. Her body tenses, and she reaches a crescendo.

Indiana’s orgasm rips through her, her muscles clenching around my fingers as she cries out, although I imagine Lily’s tight walls pulsing around me. Her head falls forward onto my shoulder, and I withdraw my hand, slick with her.

We stay like that for a moment, her trembling against me, but my mind has already drifted back to Lily. The way she’d looked at me with those big, earnest eyes, the way her lips had felt against mine, the way her body had felt beneath the very thin layer of clothing.

Indiana’s hand slides down my chest, her touch tender in the aftermath of her release. She shifts, moving lower, her head dipping towards my lap. It takes a moment for me to realize what she intends, my body tensing in anticipation.

She frees my aching erection, lowering my pants and briefs enough that my cock springs free. I’d wanted this release, but as Indiana’s lips wrap around me, sucking me deep into her mouth, my mind flashes to Lily once more.

Indiana’s tongue swirls around the head of my cock, her hand gripping the base as she bobs up and down. I let out a low groan, gripping the edge of the seat with one hand and pushing her head lower with the other, caught in the conflicting emotions raging inside me.

With every flick of her tongue, every skillful glide of her lips, I can’t help but wish it was Lily’s mouth on me. I push deeper at the thought, and Indiana takes it all. She gags, then adjusts, and keeps up the frenzied pace.

Indiana’s head continues to bob, her tongue doing sinful things that should have had me lost in the moment. But as she picks up the pace, every hot, wet flick of her tongue against my shaft washes over me like a wave – a wave I can’t even appreciate because my damn mind keeps going back to Lily.

Fucking Lily.

Literally.

I hoist Indiana up on top of me, our breaths heaving in sync. Her breath is a mix of my scent and her eagerness, her pupils blown wide with lust. Without a word, I move her panties aside and position myself against her wet entrance. She gasps, a breathless laugh escaping her lips.

With one hard thrust, I bury myself inside her, the tight heat a searing, welcome distraction. Indiana’s loud moan is immediate, and she holds me close as I begin to move, hard and fast, the anger and desire catalyzing into a punishing rhythm.

But as I fuck her, each thrust driving deeper inside, it’s Lily’s face that swims before my eyes. Her back arching under me, her lips parting in pleasure. Indiana’s breathy whimpers and criescould have been Lily’s – sweet, tantalizing echoes of what I really want.

Indiana’s hips buck against me, meeting every powerful stroke. Her breaths come in quick pants, her nails carving lines down my back that will surely leave marks. But I don’t care. All I can think of is Lily – her eyes, her lips, her damn annoying curiosity.

"I’m so close…" Indiana gasps.

Her declaration snaps me back, but only partially. My thrusts become desperate, my grip on her waist tightening. The slick friction, the tight heat surrounding my cock, is a rush filling my veins with molten fire. She tightens around me, her moans escalating, and I know she’s right at the edge.

My body coils tighter, every muscle tense as I pound into her, chasing a release I hadn’t realized I needed so damn badly. Indiana’s cries hit a fever pitch as her orgasm sweeps over her, her walls tightening around my cock like a vice. The sensation, coupled with the fantasy of Lily, pushes me over.

Pleasure explodes through me in waves, and I drive in deep, my strokes becoming erratic as my release approaches. The sensation is blinding, my mind blanking except for the burning need and the frantic urge.

With a guttural groan, I come hard, my hips jerking upwards as waves of intense pleasure overwhelm me and fill her. At that moment, reality and fantasy blur completely.

As the fog of pleasure slowly clears, guilt and shame creep in to take its place. I’d just had sex with one woman while fantasizing about another. What the hell is wrong with me?

"That was… intense," Indiana says after a moment, her voice slightly hoarse, with me still inside of her. "Don’t worry, honey, I’m on the pill."

You idiot,my mind screams.

In anger and pain, I’d broken the number one rule for professional athletes in their private life. No matter what, whatever you do, no matter how hot she is or how drunk you are, absolutelydo not have one-night stands without a rubber!

Knowing there’s nothing to do but trust her or deal with the fallout later, I grunt in response, suddenly desperate to be alone. Indiana must have sensed the shift in my mood because she quickly disentangles herself from me.

"I should… I should go," she mumbles, straightening her dress. "Thanks for a good time, sunshine. That was a nice tick on the bucket list."

I nod, unable to form words, knowing she’ll probably tell her friends I’m an asshole but unable to muster a care about it. Once she’s disappeared into the night, I slump back against the seat, running a hand over my face.

How am I still obsessed withher?

CHAPTER 21

LILY

Carter Knox looms over me, eyes dark with a mix of anger and unbridled lust. My body tingles with anticipation, every inch of my skin humming as if electrified by his presence. I stand there paralyzed, torn between fear and desire as he closes the distance between us, his breath hot against my ear.