Ice Bound Hearts A fake dating, hockey sports romance book1 of The Austin Ice

Chapter 32

Alex

She is cute and sexy as she huffs and puffs around the suite. I swear I could just pick her up, throw her on the bed, part those gorgeous legs of hers and bury my face right between her thighs. That would most certainly chill her out. I bet she's never had an orgasm like I give them.

"So, are you going to wear my jersey tonight?" I ask as I lay on the over-sized bed watching her unpack. "I told you someone would unpack everything." She ignores me and continues to take stuff out of her case. I swear this woman does not know the meaning of travelling light. We're only coming for the one night.

"I. Am. Not. Wearing. Your. Jersey." Her voice has an edge to it. I raise my eyebrows.

"That won't look good, you being my girlfriend and all."

"Why do you have to be such a dick? Were you born a dick."

"Hey, that's not nice. That would be insinuating my mother gave birth to a dick and nobody insults my mother."

She mumbles an apology. "Fucks, sake." She raises her hands in the air then lets them settle on her narrow hips. Yeah, they'd be good underneath me, slightly tilted upwards so I can gain entry right into her core. My dick begins to grow. I don't bother to cover it up. I don't give a toss if she can see that I am attracted to her. I mean whilst in Austin we may as well have us some fun.

"I suppose I better wear the damn thing. It's not my color though." She goes back to hanging stuff up in the wardrobe.

"What is your color, Petal? Tell me what's your favorite."

"Pink and also blue." She responds admiring a mini black number, looks to me as if it has a million diamonds sewn on it.

"Where are you wearing all those clothes you bought? We're only here for the one night. Are you planning on staying? I know your folks live here."

"I want to, but I have to fly with you to the next game. Yeah, they do live here. I'm calling them once I've unpacked."

"I like that dress. I want you to wear it tonight when we go out after the game."

"No way, I am not wearing something you like. Forget it, Stone." Only she is blushing, I bet she likes being told what to do. Yeah, I get it. Madison Lane is one of those women who likes to be in control until she is in the bedroom, then I bet she likes being told what to do. I wonder if she likes a little bit of rough too. My dick twitches with appreciation of her mighty fine ass as she turns away from me.

Belle whimpers by the bottom of the bed. "Come here, Belle." Madi says.

"It's okay. I've got her. She can come on the bed with me. I could do with a cuddle." I pick the little thing up who tries to lick my face. That I am not okay with, I mean they wash and lick their bits, right?

I kiss Belle's head instead and let her trample all over my body until she finds a place to settle, right in the crook of my arm. Cute. Adorable. I should get myself a dog, but I am on the road way too much to have a dog. A cat, maybe.

I catch Madison looking at us both through the mirrored wardrobe door. "She likes you." She says simply.

"All females like me, Madi. You should know that."

"Except me. I cannot stand you."

"Maybe not, listen Petal I am not too keen on you either. You're a journo, a person who messes with people's lives, you write what you want to write, you turn peoples lives upside down and inside out. I know your kind, so trust me, you are not my favorite type of woman either." I wish someone would tell my dick that, only it's starting to rage.

"Is that a fucking boner?" Her question makes me laugh, it's forthright and outspoken. There is no messing about the bush with Madison Lane. It's just her job and what she represents that I don't particularly like, the rest of her is off the scale. She's damn beautiful, smart, funny, witty and I bet a real charmer when she wants to be. I love her feistiness and her no BS attitude.

"I'm a guy, what do you want me to say?" I place one hand behind my head. Seriously, I could do with stripping her jeans off and placing the tip of my cock to her pussy, I wonder if she is wet and waiting. I also wonder how sweet her juices taste. Man, she's one woman I'd like to taste that's not a lie.

"Can't you think of your game or something else? And stop checking my ass out. Listen, you have to respect that I am here for the money only. Got it."

"So was Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman and look what happened there. She damn well ran off into the sunset with Richard Gere." She rolls her eyes at me.

"That you dumb-fuck is in the movies not real life."

"Yeah, but it happens."

"Not to this girl and you are the last person I would ever run off into the sunset with. You are nothing but a man-whore, a player, an unfaithful jock."

"Whoa, hold on a minute with the nastiness, Lady. For a start I have never been unfaithful to no one. That is never my game. I let girls know right from the start, it is just a hook up. I don't expect anything from them, and they don't from me. It's an unwritten rule that we just fuck and have some fun for a night or a few hours. Hell, I've never dated anyone in my life, and I never will. I'm not made that way. Now, take that back. I take offence at you calling me unfaithful."

She peers down at her feet, good so she should. Unfaithful my fucking ass. "Sorry." She mutters. Belle is now fast asleep, and snoring tucked in my arm.

"What time are we going to the rink?" She asks instead.

"I'm going over in an hour for a press thing and pictures, then coach wants us to do a small practice stint. So, I'd say you need to be there for at least half six to get seated. My detail will come back for you."

"I don't need your bodyguard."

"Don't back chat me on this, Madi."

She throws a green blouse at me; it hits me in the face. My oh my she has a temper on her. I wonder if she puts as much energy into her fucking as she does into her arguing.

"Is this our first fight, Petal?"

"Fuck off, Stone."

"I would love to fuck something, Petal."

I hear her scream from the lounge area and laugh even louder. There is some fun to be had with Madison Lane, I'm telling you all though, this sharing one bed thing tonight, I'm now going to behave myself. I mean, I'll be respectful for sure, but you know if she lets me know she wants me, I will most definitely oblige.