SIN-BIN (Sinners on the Ice #1)

by Anastasija White

To the ones who have ever felt like giving up on love because of an ex. Do not settle for someone who makes you feel caged. The right person will never try to break your wings, they will help you spread them. They will love you the way you are, the real you.

My roommate is having sex with someone named Clay.

“I bet I can make you come in one minute. I can make you scream my name while you’re riding my dick.”

This escalated.

“But I won’t. You’re too fucking plain for that. Too simple.”

Without giving it any thought, I slap him across his face. So hard my palm stings. He fucking deserves it.

I don’t think love at first sight exists, but I believe in annoyed at first sight, and Colton is exactly that. He’s obnoxious and self-centered, and I’ll gladly keep my distance. He’s bad news.

Badass Bitch

“Birthday Girl? How many times have you read this?” “Not enough.”

Love P Douglas!

“But Thompson is another level.” “I have no idea who you’re referring to.” “Colton. Colton Thompson. He’s a heartthrob.”

“He’s an asshole, and my hand stung after I slapped him across his stupid face.” I’m so proud of myself. My best friend halts in her tracks, looking at me with her eyes wide open. “You slapped Colton? Like really slapped him?” Her voice is high-pitched, and I frown.

Not my problem he has no idea how to talk to a girl. He should’ve watched his mouth instead of verball...

I open Spotify, and MGK’s “kiss kiss” fills the room. It’s heaven. Literally.

“Which girl?” “From last night. The freshman.” “The one that I fucked? Or the one that fucked you up?” Involuntarily, I grit my teeth and press my palm to my cheek. It freaking stung for an hour last night, and Clay’s words reminded me about it.

“Why is it always about sex with you?” “Because I’m young, dumb, and broke,” he says. “Can I come hang with you?” “Are you suggesting we Netflix and chill together?” I snort, hearing silence in return. Then he murmurs, “Sorry, man, you’re not my type, like at all. I hope you understand.”

I don’t care what people think of me, whether they like me or not. Their opinion isn’t worthy of my time or my worries, under any circumstances.

“Is she hot?” My best friend’s gaze darkens. That’s not what amazes me though. Drake’s reaction is interesting, to say the least. “She is,” he rasps, narrowing his eyes. “But she’s off-limits.” “That’s ridiculous. I totally get it when it’s your sister, but her best friend?” “Her best friend is also off-limits. That’s final.”

A wild guess crosses my mind, but I keep my mouth shut. It’s too early to draw any conclusions. For starters, I need to see the girl and Drake together. Somehow, I’m sure I’m right.

I’m friends with her brother, but that doesn’t mean I’m friends with her.

“This beauty refused to tell me her name. Right, Ava?” “Circumstances, you know?” The girl smirks, and my best friend snorts. He’s loving their interaction, how she responds to him, while I feel annoyance spilling into my veins.

“I didn’t think it was appropriate.” “Why?” Drake asks, locking eyes with her. At that second, it hits me. I’m so right. It gives me an ace up my sleeve, because I’m one hundred percent sure Layla doesn’t have a clue about her brother and her best friend. My body warms up, and I almost grin from satisfaction. You chose the wrong guy to piss off, girl. “Does it matter?” She tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes on Benson. “Nope,” he utters, taking a sip of his beer.

Layla looks at Clay and me then back. “Be nice. She’s precious.” “And gorgeous,” Clay purrs.

She takes a deep breath and turns to face her best friend. “I want to dance.” “Um…oh, well, let’s go dance then.” Layla takes her hand, and a second later they both disappear from view. “Looks like you’re free to do whatever you want.” Clay claps Benson on his back. “Your babysitting hours are over.” “You don’t know her.” Drake shakes his head, then he runs his palm over his face. “I pissed her off.” “And?” “And I better go and find more beer.” Benson sneers and marches away from us.

“Are you planning his murder?” I ask, and Drake spins to look at me. “I can lend you a hand, if you want it.” “No,” he laughs. “Just observing.” “The way I see it, Layla is having fun,”

“I know the guy.” “Looking at you, I thought you were planning the best way to kill him,” I remark, and Benson only shakes his head. “Definitely not.” He sighs and then adds, “I wasn’t even looking at her.” “No?” I frown, watching the crowd with more attentiveness, and a moment later I know what he means. The freshman is dancing near Layla.

I grab her palm roughly, and she tenses. Her eyes open, and her pupils dilate. “Get off the table.” The girl snatches her palm away; her face contorts in anger. “No.” “What do you mean, no?” Is she fucking serious? “No means no,” she retorts, ready to turn away from me. I

We stare at each other in silence for a good minute. Her skin is smooth and soft under my calloused palms. Her chest rises and falls, the goosebumps visible on her exposed stomach. Up close, her eyes look emerald green, framed by thick black eyelashes. She has a birthmark on her right cheek, and I almost smile staring at it. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. I trudge straight to the front door. My palm rests on her ass, keeping her skirt down. She wiggles; her knuckles hit my back. “Put me down.” I smile, ignoring her miserable attempts to stop me.

“Does your sister know you fucked her best friend?” “Fuck off, Thompson,” Benson hisses, slamming the door behind him. I stare at it for a few seconds, thoughts swirling in my head. I was right about them, his answer didn’t leave me any doubts. Strangely? I don’t feel excited anymore.

I take my phone out of my back pocket and frown. What the fuck? Apparently, she must’ve grabbed it. I guess I hadn’t locked it when I shoved it in my pocket before carrying her out. The girl left a message for me. I stare at the screen for a few seconds. Then I burst out laughing, squeeze it back into my jeans, and make a beeline for the kitchen. It’s time to bring the guys the beer I promised.

Her silly text is on my mind. Duck you. Autocorrect changed her message, making it completely opposite from what she inte...

“Do you want to date someone from the team?” He cocks an eyebrow at me, and I shake my head. “It’s not about dating. Or anything. I want to be free to do whatever I want.” I lick my lips nervously. “With whoever I want.” Drake holds my gaze, not saying anything at first. Then he just nods. “Okay. I’ll make sure to let guys know you’re available.”

“I never put anything into your mouth you don’t say or want.” Is he going to remind me about that any chance he gets? “I thought we had a deal.” He stops in front of a door on the third floor and looks at me. “We did. It was just a joke.” “It didn’t sound like it.” I narrow my eyes, pouting.

“It’s like the book tropes, you know. Enemies to lovers, when they stay in one room, and there’s only one bed, and they need to share it.”

Coming here with my best friend’s brother was the best decision I made all week.

“Do you really think I’m stupid?” “I barely know you,” she murmurs, taking another step down, “but something tells me that yes, you’re stupid.”

No one sneaks away that early if they don’t have anything to hide.” “What are you hiding then?” She cocks an eyebrow. “Why are you sneaking away this early? Don’t you like cuddles?” “That’s none of your business,” I bark, gritting my teeth. She breaks into laughter. “I have places I need to be.”

I hold her gaze. My breath quickens as I fidget in place. Then the realization hits me: I want her, and that makes me aggravated. I won’t touch her. The feeling of her skin still lingers on my palms. I remember how soft it was. I swallow the lump in my throat, confused by my own emotions. It’s not right. Any of it.

There’s something about her—I don’t even know how to explain it. I feel different when she’s around, and I don’t remember ever experiencing anything like it.

“So you just spent the night with the guy, alone in his room, and nothing happened?” “I don’t even know why I’m having this conversation with you. I don’t owe you anything, but I’ll say it once more, just for Drake’s sake.” She steps closer, looking up at me. “If you think that a girl can’t spend a night alone with a guy without something happening between them, then that’s who you are. You measure people against yourself, and not everyone is like you. Remember that. I’ve known Drake since I was a toddler. I’ve spent night after night at his place. I’ve hung out with his sister and him alone more than once. He’s family.”

“Energetic.” My best friend takes a sip of her soda, casting her gaze to the side. “Energetic?” I repeat, putting my fork on my plate. “It sounds like…I don’t even know, like you’re talking about an old man who surprisingly had enough energy to fuck you.”

He’s family. Family won’t fuck me all night, making me come over and over and over. I clench my thighs together, perfectly aware how wet I am just from the memories. Fucking Drake and his miraculous tongue.

I take my packet of M&Ms and put it on the table. It’s my favorite flavor, with peanuts, but I also love the milk chocolate ones. Nothing beats a classic, in my eyes. I plop one candy into my mouth and meet Clay’s amused gaze. “What?” “Colt!” he bellows, and my brows instantly pinch together. “Come over for a sec.”

“What do you want, Rodgers? Aren’t you going to sit with us?” “Soon.” Clay’s face lights up with a lopsided grin. “We still need to wait for Benson and Moore. There’s no harm in spending a few minutes in pleasant company.” “Questionable,” I mutter under my breath, and Layla laughs. “Aw, sweetie, you break my heart.” Clay presses a hand to his chest. He’s kind of adorable.

“Rodgers, why am I here?” the asshole demands, irritation rising in his voice. “Here.” Clay reaches over to my M&Ms, snatches the pack, and extends it to his friend. “Aren’t these your favorite?”

“Hey. Those are mine!” I shriek. He meets my eyes, a stupid smirk on his lips. “Not anymore.” With that, he goes back to his friends. What the actual fuck? “What was that?” Layla’s voice is full of amusement as her gaze stays glued to Colton. “Thompson loves M&Ms,” Clay explains, looking between us. “A cabinet in his apartment is packed with them. He’s more into the ones with milk chocolate, but he likes the peanut ones too. The classic.”

My best friend tsks. “Why didn’t I know that?” “Because you’re not his friend,” Clay says just as the door opens.

“I’m Ava, and I’m not interested,” I deadpan. Fury flickers in his eyes, and he quickly covers it with a pretentious laugh. “You have no idea what you’re missing.” I tap a finger on my bottom lip. “Still no.” His face contorts in anger. He reminds me of Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter movies: platinum blond with blue eyes, but, unlike Tom Felton, he’s not attractive at all. “Moore, if she says no, she means no,” Drake exclaims, his gaze heavy. “Go away.” “Whatever.” He storms over to the guys from the team.

Now I feel stupid. If I’m right, and they slept together, how could he be okay with her dating someone from the team? Or even just fucking someone from the team? If she were mine, I’d never share her.

“She’s just what? As far as I know, Clay was there with you, and he doesn’t have any problems with Ava. Only you.” Only me. She doesn’t affect Clay the way she affects me.

“Your best friend asked my best friend on a date.” My brows furrow, and my jaw drops. I don’t know what surprises me the most: Clay’s invitation, or his fixation on this girl. Oh, look who’s talking, Mr. Boner in His Jeans. “Cool.”