Page 137 of Hot As Ice

Uncle Jack steps toward me and Stevie as my grandfather wanders into the living room, talking in a lowered voice.

“Who’s Robert?” I ask Jack.

“Robert Lennox,” he says. “Chief of police.”

“Oh.”

“Shouldn’t we, maybe, like, call an ambulance for your dad?” Stevie asks. She’s holding my hand tight with both of her hands now.

My uncle smiles. “He’ll live. Unfortunately. Don’t worry about it. The police will be here soon, and everything will be handled.” He looks down at his unconscious brother again. “You really nailed him, Stevie. I’m proud of you.”

My uncle turns out to be right about everything being handled. When the cops arrive with the chief of police, they don’t even question me or Stevie. EMTs quietly and efficiently put my dad on a stretcher and carry him out of my home. The tightness in my chest subsides. I never want to see him again.

My grandfather and Robert Lennox talk quietly in a corner. My curiosity is piqued but I stay silent. Grandad has so many connections in this town, it’s not even a joke. Who knows what favors he can pull from Concord’s own chief of police? I can only wonder.

I still can’t believe he and Jack came. I couldn’t count on him to do the right thing when I was eight, but 14 years later, maybe he’s finally seen the error of his ways.

My uncle claps me on the shoulder. “It’s gonna be alright,” he says.

A DAY LATER, while still recovering in the hospital, my father is officially arrested for the murder of my mother.

My grandfather called me over to his place earlier that morning and told me how everything would unfold, how he would admit that he covered up for my father’s actions and told me to forget what I’d seen. He apologized to me for all of it, and I felt his true sincerity and remorse. I think it healed a part of me.

I still can’t get over my shock, though.

The newspapers will have a field day with the news of my father’s arrest, and it’ll be nice to have him smeared left and right. He’s always been considered a pillar of the community. I’ll be more than happy to see that stripped from him.

My phone’s been ringing nonstop with journalists calling asking for a statement. Most of my friends have been stunned. Jamie sent me a text saying congratulations. That made me smirk. I wish I could take a week off and take Stevie to a tropical island away from all the insanity, but hockey calls.

I have a game tonight, and if anything can take my mind off all that’s been happening, it’s either sex with Stevie or a competitive hockey game. Luckily, I can have both. I have to be at the arena in an hour, but in the meantime, I’m staying in bed with Stevie until the last minute.

“You’re insatiable,” she says as I shower her neck with kisses.

“It’s your fault. You’re irresistible.”

“Don’t blame me!”

I pluck her nipple. “Stop being irresistible.” I suck her nipple into my mouth and her moan gets me rock hard. “Stop making me hard.” I lightly bite the tip of her nipple. “Stop making me want you.” I flick the tip with my tongue.

She moans and gasps, her hips already rising to meet mine. I love how much we both want each other.

“Stop teasing and get inside me.”

“Patience.”

“No. No patience. Give me your dick.”

I chuckle as my tongue plays with her nipple. Her skin smells and tastes so fucking good. She reaches a hand between us, going for my cock. I grab her hands and pin them above her head. “See? This is why I tie you up.”

She pouts. “You’re mean.”

“You love it.”

She giggles. “Okay, yes, I do.”

I slip my fingers against her folds and she’s already so wet. Fuck. I can’t believe I get to do this whenever I want.

“Hunter,” she moans. “Please?”