Black Ice: A Standalone Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Mickey Miller

  We’re going to give her a little scare.

  Aww, you getting soft, Shane?

  The mine had been inoperable for a couple of years now, so it wouldn’t be hard to sneak in and do what we’d talk about.

  I was all about pranks and practical jokes, but putting her in the mine where our parents died right after her dad died? That was morbid.

  I knew I couldn’t lift a finger to hurt her. I’d showed my reluctance to go along with my friends today. They didn’t say it, but I could tell it was on the tip of their tongues. Benedict Arnold.

  I should have known this day would come. Ever since I got back from college, there had been a growing chasm opening up between the three of us. I could feel this jealousy from them that I’d succeeded at hockey in college.

  When I flashed back, I realized they hadn’t even seemed disappointed that I didn’t get my degree. They were happier to have me back, and introduce me to the new EDM scene they were getting into and tempt me with all of the drugs that went along with it, despite knowing I didn’t do any.

  Weren’t real friends supposed to celebrate your success? As opposed to cheering your downfall?

  Now I was in tricky, icy, water with them. If I fought outright against their revenge plan, they’d cut me out of it and go rogue. They seemed hell bent on making it happen.

  Turning my gaze away from the front window, I thought I heard a distant moaning. Was Natalie here, or was I imagining the noise?

  I walked up the stairs, and something felt off with the scene. The noise I’d thought I had heard disappeared. Had I been imagining it?

  First, I checked my mom’s room where Natalie was staying. Nothing. But the light was on, her suitcase was open, and the clothes she’d been wearing earlier were strewn across the bed.

  “Hello?” I said, loudly.

  No response, anywhere.

  My heart started to palpitate.

  If they’d somehow done something to Natalie...fuck, I didn’t know what I would do to them. I hadn’t been truly angry in years. But when I was, it wasn’t a pretty sight, as the last guy who I squared off against in hockey boxing knew.

  I headed into my room.

  My eyes flitted about until they fell on something that did not go in my room at all.

  A pair of panties.

  I picked it up, and my heart started pounding.

  “Natalie!” I yelled, with urgency in my voice.

  Fuck.

  What if they had done something, already?

  I headed into the bathroom, and sniffed. Something smelled peculiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it for a few seconds, but then it hit me.

  “What the…? Why does it smell like sex in here?” I exclaimed.

  Pulling out my phone, I dialed Bob’s number.

  He picked up after a few rings. “Where are you?”

  “Midnight Owl. Getting shitfaced before this snowstorm hits. You?”

  “Is Jared there too?”

  “Yep. What’s gotten into you? You sound like a madman.”

  Relief poured through me that they were both just at the bar engaging in their standard idiocy.

  “You haven’t done anything with her yet, have you?”

  “No,” he said. “We’re waiting for you to stop being such a little bitch about everything and go along with the plan.”

  “I gotta go,” I told Bob.

  “What’s up? You coming to the bar? We need to finalize the plan. Is she staying with you tonight?”

  “Bye,” I said, and hung up.

  I felt chilled to the bone all of the sudden.

  Where would Bob get the idea that she was staying with me? They weren’t supposed to be privy to my interactions with her.

  I typed out a text to her anxiously.

  Shane: Where are you?

  Natalie: Do you have to know my whereabouts twenty-four seven? We’re not in a relationship, are we?

  Shane: Using my own words against me. Fair enough. But seriously, where are you? Your car is in the driveway and I didn’t see footprints leading out the door from here

  Natalie: You notice if there are footprints or not?

  Shane: I notice a lot more than that. What can I say I’m like the Sherlock Holmes of the north.

  I sniffed a few more times. It really did smell like someone had just had sex in my bathroom. What the fuck? I took a few more deep breaths. Natalie apparently didn’t grasp the full significance of this situation from my point of view.

  A girl I am supposed to be taking care of not coming home would be me reliving my worst nightmare.

  Setting my phone down on the bathroom counter, I pulled my shirt off and tossed it in the hamper.

  And wait one second. I had thought the worst when I’d seen those panties strewn about. So if she was truly fine, what were they doing in my room?

  I picked them up.

  They definitely smelled like Natalie.

  What in God’s name is going on?

  My heart pounded as I considered the possibilities. Was she...fucking someone here? Did she call a booty call over here after being alone for not two hours?

  I started to feel light-headed as a flashback came back to me. It had happened junior year of college. I thought she was The One. And then I’d come home to Stacy Fiorella in bed with one of my teammates.

  Natalie and I weren’t in any sort of relationship--not even close. Nevertheless, her standoffishness--and finding her fucking panties strewn messily on the floor—were giving me a flashback.

  Panties in hand, I headed back into the bathroom.

  Natalie: Can you start the chili?

  Shane: Started it already.

  Natalie: Oh perfect. Hey, did you happen to bring the journals in from the trunk? I want to read those tonight.

  I squinted, staring at the words. She seemed intent on making me do everything in this friendship. Suddenly a streak of anger broiled through me. I’d made the chili and was graciously hosting her. She’d followed me after practice today, and all she could do was ask more favors, and apparently elude me and disobey my requests?

  Not to mention leave her panties in my room.

  I dialed her number, but she didn’t pick up.

  Shane: Did you have a guy over here?

  Natalie: No! Of course not. Are you kidding?

  Shane: Then why does it smell like sex in my room?

  Natalie: No idea! Have you hooked up with anyone in there recently?

  Now she was starting to get on my nerves, throwing things back at me with little logic. It had been a very long time since I had hooked up in my room.

  I was hungry, and all I wanted was to shower, eat, and have a face to face conversation with her, but here she was trying to draw out a long text conversation without even telling me where she was.

  Despite my building anger, some combination of just smelling sex in the air, holding her panties in my hand, and chatting with Natalie about hooking up was making my cock stiffen.

  I decided to have a little fun with this.

  I leaned back against the sink, laid the panties on top of my jeans right where my erection was practically bursting through the seams, and took a picture with my phone.

  Now that was true art.

  My phone buzzed with another message from her.

  Natalie: Okay, I’ll tell you. I just went for a quick walk. I don’t know why you don’t see the footprints. But you know what would make my DAY? If when I came in there was a bottle of wine ready and open for me to drink.

  My stomach dropped. She was being so evasive and I needed to know why. I prayed she wasn’t going for a walk to the bar where Jared and Bob were. They’d be drinking tonight, and might do something silly and impulsive.

  Shane: Tell me where you are. I’ll come pick you up.

  Natalie: Who’s the stalker now? I thought following people was bad.

  I clenched my jaw. This girl just didn’t know when to play nice. I sent her the picture.

  Shane: Why are y
ou acting so damn weird right now? See, not joking about the panties. Look at the pic.

  Natalie: …

  A few moments passed.

  Natalie: Jesus.

  Shane: You better start talking. I don’t know why you’re being so difficult right now, or what your deal is leaving panties in my room. Are you trying to fuck with me? This is your chance to be honest.

  Natalie: I...don’t know what to say.

  Shane: How about this. You send me a sexy selfie of what you’re wearing tonight and I’ll consider it even.

  Natalie: So one sexy selfie and you’ll bring the journals in?

  I leaned against my wall in the bathroom as I typed.

  Shane: We’ll do this on a points system. For me to get the journals, you need to get to ten.

  Natalie: How do I know how many points I get per picture?

  Shane: That’s for me to decide. And WHERE ARE YOU?

  Natalie: Don’t worry about it.

  Shane: But I am worried.

  Natalie: I told you, I’m on a walk. But here’s a picture of where tonight’s dress does NOT cover me I took before I left.

  A selfie came through of just her legs, from the mid-thigh down. My cock twitched. Jesus. I immediately flashed back to how I’d felt when she wrapped those legs around me on her kitchen counter.

  Shane: I’ll give you +2 on that. Also how the fuck are you out walking in a dress that doesn’t cover your Floridian legs? Natalie: a measly 2?? You suck. And I’ve adjusted to the cold, thank you.

  Shane: 2 down 8 to go. Better make it good.

  I took off my jeans and waited for her to send another one, while I wondered where the hell she could be, and why she wouldn’t just tell me. I pulled up the picture once more, and as I stared at it I felt my erection grow as I thought about getting in the shower.

  The next picture she sent me was of her pulling her skirt up to her waist so that you could see just the slightest bit of her panties.

  They seemed to be the same black panties I’d just found in my room. I squinted. Where was she in this pic? She’d darkened the lighting, so it was difficult to see exactly where. But she had the panties on, so clearly she’d taken this one previously.

  Shane: Not bad. +4. 6/10

  I couldn’t help getting so turned on from the picture I peeled my briefs down and started pumping my fist up and down on my cock, wondering what it would be like to feel her tight warm body pressed up against me.

  Natalie: What does this get me?

  The next picture she sent was taken from over her shoulder. She’d lifted her skirt up above her ass, and her hair was hanging over her head in such a way that I couldn’t know it was her for sure. If I hadn’t already memorized the pattern on her panties.

  My breath shortened and I set my phone back down. The picture had me rock hard, now, and she didn’t even know it.

  I pumped the length of my cock and let the pleasure sear into me. Natalie’s pretty, sandy blond hair popped into my mind and I couldn’t get her out.

  “Fuck yeah, Natalie,” I groaned. “Fuck yes.”

  My phone buzzed again and I picked it up with my free hand.

  Natalie: So you’re enjoying it, I take it?

  My breath got shallow, and I could feel my heart pounding vigorously. She had no clue what she was doing to me, that she had this ability to make me go wild like this, even just over text.

  “Like it?” I growled out loud, to no one. “I want to pound you so hard, so deep, so long, you won’t know what to think.”

  My orgasm was building, and just then though, I heard the faintest of noises, like a pet animal moan or something, coming from my shower.

  My shower?

  I paused my fantasy, walked to the far end of the bathroom, pulse racing furiously.

  The walk was a little awkward considering the massive erection I had dangling between my legs, but this noise was too loud not to investigate.

  Could some outdoor animal have sought shelter from the tonight’s blizzard?

  I ripped the curtain open, and my mouth fell agape when I saw Natalie lying back, in a red dress, with her phone.

  “Florida, what the fuck?”

  Her face turned beet red, and her eyes fell straight on my cock.

  “Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” she yelled, closing her eyes.

  My mind raced as I tried to put everything together.

  She’d been texting me...while hanging out in my shower.

  She’d been watching me.

  “Stand up,” I said.

  She did. She could sense the seriousness in my voice.

  “Tell me what the fuck you were doing hiding in here, and tell me why you were lying to me,” I bellowed, then put a hand on her hip.

  “Jesus,” she said, glancing down at my cock and then back up at me, trying to hold eye contact.

  “My eyes are up here,” I said, searing into her.

  “I know,” she cleared her throat. “You want the truth?”

  I could feel every muscle in my body tense. “Were you, or were you not, fucking some other guy in my bed?”

  “God, no!”

  I raised an eyebrow and held up the panties in one hand.

  “I swear I can explain. This all makes sense in my head.” She squinted, and swallowed. “My question is, what were you doing?”

  “Oh please. Isn’t that obvious?” I smirked, glancing down at my still hard cock. Leaning toward her, I bit her earlobe and whispered. “I was imagining all the ways I would take you. You little fucking voyeur.”

  Her breath got shallow. “Can you show me?” She whispered.

  “You want me to fuck you, Florida?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  I ran my hand over her smooth red dress, along her side. “Are you always this polite?”

  She shook her head. “Only with you.”

  14

  Natalie

  HE LED me by the hand into his bedroom. I’d almost had a heart attack in his shower, hiding from him. Part of me wanted to just jump out and say ‘surprise!’ at first.

  But as he took off his clothes, and started looking at the pictures I sent him, I found I was enjoying watching him, listening to him, when he didn’t know he was being watched.

  “So where did you take those selfies? Obviously they had panties in them. And I had them in my hand as you were sending the pictures to me.”

  “I took them beforehand in the other room.”

  “I see.”

  My jaw had dropped as I peeked one eye around the shower curtain to see Shane grip his cock, looking at the photo of me that I had just sent him, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth. There was something purely erotic about watching him lust over me like that.

  “What are we going to to?” I asked him.

  “What do you want to do?”

  “Whatever you want to do,” I told him.

  “So, everything?” he smiled.

  “Yes,” I nodded.

  The word yes came out of me before I realized the full significance of it. Shane certainly didn’t know I was a virgin, and I didn’t feel I needed to tell him. Fuck it, I thought. I’d never been as attracted to a man as this moment. And the up-and-down emotions of the past week had left me wanting to know what it would be like to be with a man.

  My heart fluttered as he pulled my body into him and kissed me. My stomach was in knots every time he touched me, and right now my insides were flipping like crazy.

  Letting go, he laid across his bed, in the same spot where I had gotten off to thoughts of him. “Strip, Florida,” he smiled.

  My eyes widened. “Really?”

  “Here. I’ll put on some music.”

  Using his phone, he put on the Britney Spears song “Oops I did it again.”

  I laughed, and he dimmed his lights some, which made me feel better about getting totally naked in front of this man.

  I shimmed my dress down and let it bunch below my waist like a short skirt, revealing
my breasts.

  “Own it. Own your dance. Fuck, you look hot right now.”

  I blushed, but I danced, my heart fluttering all the while. Normally I would embarrassed by someone watching me like this, but having just watched Shane stroke himself to me had crossed some sort of threshold between us.

  As I kicked off the dress, completely naked and vulnerable, my chest ached. But I was going to own the dance, like Shane said.

  He sat on the bed and leaned up against the pillows, with his hands behind his head, smirking gently. The fact that he was so calm put me at ease.

  The song ended and I stopped swaying my hips.

  “Did you like it?”

  “Like it? I loved it. That was the best dance I’ve ever seen, bar none.”

  “What do we do, now?” I asked.

  His eyes were hypnotic and his jaw tense in the shadow of the dimmed light.

  “Come here,” he said, gesturing to the bed.

  I moved next to him and sat against the pillows on the bed. He slid his hand down my thigh, and I could feel the heat building between my legs. Reaching a hand out to my face, he tipped my chin toward him.

  “I don’t know what it is about you, Natalie. I can’t put my finger on it. I feel like I’ve known you a lot longer than I have.”

  “Well, technically you do know me from middle school.”

  “Sure. But back then, we weren’t even close to being the people we’ve become. Have you ever felt anything this intense?”

  “I feel like I’ve known you for a long time,” I nodded.

  His hand slowly climbed up my inner thigh, making my body radiate heat. When he turned and kissed me again, I combed my fingers through his thick hair as our cheeks pressed together.

  “Your stubble tickles,” I admitted.

  “Do you like me clean shaven or like this?”

  “I’ve never seen you clean shaven.”

  “What about the first day?”

  “I like you like this,” I said as I ran my hand over his cheek.

  My breathing got shallow as he pulled the rest of my skirt off of my legs and ran his tongue down my chest, landing on my nipple.

  Holy shit, I thought. I’m fully naked with this man. My pulse raced, wondering what he’d do. I was almost scared of what I wanted him to do.