Page 10 of Hot As Ice

“What sort of debt are we talking about?”

“Oh. Um.” She twirls a strand of hair around her finger. “I haven’t really thought it through, to be honest. Maybe you can tell me.”

Like an insect walking right into a spider’s web, she’s caught. See, I may love helping desperate women, little damsels in distress, but there’s a very depraved side of me that also likes to see them tied up in my bed and at my complete mercy. Yeah, I’m a twisted motherfucker, but it’s one of the few things that gets me off.

Without thinking too much about it, I reach out and stroke her cheek with my knuckles. She trembles and pulls her head back a little. “Yeah,” I say, my voice deceptively calm. “Maybe I can think of something. I don’t want you worrying about owing me.”

She exhales on a laugh. “Great. I’m glad you’re amenable.”

Oh, I’m amenable all right. Visions of her bent over, her nice round ass in my face, while I eat her out from behind make me hard. I want to fuck her against the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, her face pressed against the glass. I want her gorgeous legs on my shoulders while I pound into her tight pussy until she screams. I want to fill her up with my cum.

Fuck, I haven’t been this intrigued by a woman in a long time. The puck bunnies that are always orbiting me have never interested me. They throw themselves at me whether I show any signs of interest or not. It’s tiresome. It’s fucking boring. I need something in my life that gets me as excited off the ice as I am on it.

I step closer to her and put my hand on her hip. She looks down at where I’m touching her and fear skates over her features. Good. I like my women a little intimidated by me. Especially gorgeous little princess lookalikes who come to me claiming they owe me a “debt.”

“I never got your name,” I prompt, pressing my fingers into her hip.

“Oh, it’s…Stevie.”

“Nice to meet you properly, Stevie. I’m Hunter.” I let go of her hip and she staggers back a little. “I’ll be in touch.”

“Okay. Bye.” She whirls around and rushes back to her friend. A heady dose of power heats my blood. It’s going to be fun playing with her.

“What was that all about?” Jamie asks when I sit back down.

“Just a fan wanting an autograph.”

Jamie chuckles. “Didn’t see you sign anything, dick.”

“Last time I signed an autograph, it was with my cum all over some chick’s tits,” Ryder chimes in. He salutes me with his beer bottle, wearing a shit-eating grin. Jamie smacks him on the back of the head and Ryder laughs.

“Seriously, what did that chick want?” Jamie asks.

I shrug, taking another sip of my Coke.

Ryder leans back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head. “I don’t think he wants us to know, James. Must be some juicy secret.”

“You’re right, Ryde. Our boy is hiding something.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.”

Ryder grins. “I think we’re getting under his skin, James.”

“Hell yeah, we are.” They clink beer bottles in a parody of a toast.

I shake my head. I can handle their teasing. We tease each other all the time. What bothers me is why I’m reluctant to tell them the whole situation with Stevie. It’s like I feel protective of her, but that’s gotta be bullshit. I don’t even know her.

Yeah, I saved her from that abusive creep, but she’s nobody to me. I don’t fucking owe her anything. According to her, she owes me.

Just the thought of it makes me hard.

My little damsel in distress, coming to thank me for being her knight in shining armor. She can show me her gratitude on her knees, with my dick in her mouth. When I shoot my load down her throat, she will swallow every last drop.

I grin. Oh Stevie, what have you got yourself into?

THE SWISH-SWOOSH of skates on ice is music to my ears.

Nothing calms me like being on the ice, stick in hand, maneuvering between opponents. I feel like a goddamn warrior.