Ice Storm – Playing For Keeps Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
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She's sin incarnate, running full speed into her vixen era.

Me: Nope. She's not in the club.

Jonas: FML. Maybe she didn't come after all.

Lying to him is a dick move, but I do it anyway. Call me crazy, but I don't think he needs to know that I found her in the fetish room, moments away from becoming Gordon Palmer's reluctant plaything.

He definitely doesn't need to know that I had my tongue down her throat and my hands on her ass. Christ, what an ass. And what a kiss. I didn't intend to do either, but I regret neither.

Does she?

Instead of asking that question, I toss my phone into the console and reach over to buckle her in. She shivers when I'm in her personal space, her tits heaving in her corset top. I fight the urge to bury my face between them and leave my marks all over her cleavage.

Reluctantly, I drop back down into my seat and start the SUV. We pull out, heading toward Jonas's place. Dionysus is located on Broadway, less than two miles from Bridgestone Arena. The elite of the city fuck while unsuspecting tourists perform bar crawls on the street below. It's poetic, really.

"You're a member of Dionysus." Parker turns to me less than five minutes into the trip. We're stuck in traffic. Typical for downtown on a weekend. Hell, these days, it's typical of downtown any day.

"How do you know?"

"You were there, weren't you?"

I smile. She's quick. "So were you."

"My friend works there. She got me in." She turns in her seat to face me, her expression making it clear she expects me to spill now that she has.

"Yes, I'm a member, but I never go."

"Then why are you a member?"

"You aren't ready for that conversation," I mutter, pretty sure she'd kick my ass if she knew that I paid a fortune to join the club, hoping to find someone to pretend to be her to indulge my obsession. Only I couldn't go through with it because the thought of touching someone who wasn't her made my skin crawl. It's fucked up and obsessive, and she isn't ready to hear any of that. "Why are you asking?"

"Because I want something." She pauses. "From you."

I eye her with a healthy dose of trepidation. I know her brother well, and she's just like him. God only knows what she wants from me, but fuck me running; I want to know. More than I want my next breath. "What could you possibly want from me, little one?"

"I want you to take my virginity."

I choke on my tongue as my dick pulses in my pants. He's more than willing to oblige and give her what she wants. Shit, he's dying to give her what she wants. So is the rest of me, for that matter. But what the fuck?

"What the fuck?" I growl, slamming on the brakes before I rear-end the Porsche in front of me. "Jesus, Parker. You can't just say shit like that."

"I didn't just say it. I thought about it first."

"You thought about it first and still decided to just offer your virginity up to me like you were asking for the time?"

"More or less."

I pinch the bridge of my nose. It's official. I'm entirely too sober for this. Hell, maybe I'm too sober for her. She is…dangerous. No wonder Jonas worries about her so much. She rushes headlong into everything she does without hesitation or a second thought.

Has she considered the consequences of what she's asking of me? Doubtful, or she wouldn't be asking. She has no clue that once she's in my bed, I'll never let her go again. She's ignorant to the fact that I'll fuck my kid into her at the first available opportunity. She has no concept of the filthy shit I'll teach her. Or maybe she does.

Maybe she knows exactly what she's asking. She's taunting me…seeing just how far she can push me after our unplanned kiss. I unbalanced her, and now it's my turn. She's playing with fire with no concept of how badly it can burn.

Luckily for her, she isn't going to find out tonight.

"Absolutely not," I growl, my hands tight around the steering wheel as I navigate us out of traffic before hitting the freeway to head toward Jonas's ranch.

"Why not?"

"Your brother, for one."

Even out of the corner of my eye, I see her scowl.

"He has nothing to do with this."

"He has everything to do with this, Rebel," I disagree as the speedometer inches toward eighty. "He's my teammate and friend. How do you think he'll take it if he finds out we're fucking around?"

"Who says he has to find out?"

Me. I say. No way in hell is a girl like Parker meant to be a dirty little secret. But I don't say that. I have a feeling she won't hear me even if I do.


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