Page 127 of Ice Dance Hockey


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The whole thing was a build-up to the main show anyway. By the time we reach our suite, we are sex energy personified, clashing like two bolts of lightning. Rhett traps me against the wall and mauls my face with his lips. The only sounds are of us panting and creaking leather as we try to get closer and closer to each other.

“Bed,” he says.

It’s not so simple, though. We don’t want to let go. He spins me, and our heavy boots clop loudly against the tiled flooring. His mouth remains attached to mine, my tongue tangled with his. He pushes my jacket off, while I fiddle with his large belt buckle.

“I’m so fucking horny, baby,” I whisper because it’s all the breath I have.

“I need to be in you.”

Done with our awkward dance, he flips me over his shoulder, carrying me to the bedroom. For once, I’m not pounding on his back. He smacks my tender ass before he dumps me on the bed and shuts up my protest with more kissing.

Fucking ass.

He breaks away to tug my boots off and I focus in on his jaw with the too cleft-y chin. Lord help me, I might love that chin. My heart rate kicks up into a wild gear, ramming against my rib cage.

His jacket drops in a heap onto the floor and he’s quick to remove his T-shirt. “This is too many clothes for Hawaii,” he says. “But it was fun to see my dad’s face.”

Sitting up, I lean back on my hands so that I can watch the show. Sometimes it’s hard to believe he can move so quickly on the ice with muscles that size. They flex and relax with his movements. He strips down to his gray boxers and that’s when I catch his trembling fingers. It’s only the slightest of wavers, maybe only recognizable to me.

“Are you—the great Rhett Elkington—nervous?”

He curses under his breath. “How do you always fucking know the things I try to hide?”

“I don’t know, but it’s endearing, gorilla. I’m nervous too, for the record.”

“I know. This may shock you, but I pay attention to everything about you.”

“I’m obvious, though. Why the fuck are you nervous? Sorry, baby. Only one of us gets to be nervous right now and that’s me.”

His resolve strengthens, tightening his body to the firm solidness I’m used to. “You’re right. It was foolish anyway, but for a second, I worried I would hurt you.” He catches the right hook aimed for his torso, smiling. “But that. If anyone’s going to get hurt here, it’s going to be me.” Tilting my head up, he presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

“There’s my over confident peacock.”

“It’s not over confidence when I can fully deliver.” His eyes comb over me as if he’s staring at something really special. “I’ve been tested and I’m in the clear. I already told you I’d do that, but I wanted to confirm?—”

“I don’t want anything between us, baby.”

“Good. Neither do I.”

Nimble fingers pop the button of my jeans. My dick’s already aching so badly. It’s been aching since I realized that asparagus might be dirtier than eggplants. They might be thinner, but they usually come in bunches and are fucking ribbed.

He peels my jeans down; his eyes widen and grow hungrier at the same time.

“Did you wear these pretty panties just for me?”

My cock throbs behind the pink lace, and his fingers trace too softly over the outline, teasing the fuck out of me. My hips buck toward them only for him to take them away. He pulls my legs out of my pants one at a time, raking his gaze over my toned body that’s outlined with the delicate lace.

“I could stare at you all night long. I don’t want to take these off you.”

“I’ll wear them again.”

“Yes, you will.”

His fingers slip under the fragile elastic, brushing with the silk of my cock, toying with it, watching me suck my bottom lip into my mouth. He hesitates, but then he slides the pink lace over my round ass and down my sculpted thighs. Bringing them to his nose, he inhales.

“Fuck, you smell good, Lo. I could eat you.”

That’s the idea—I hoped those panties would make him feral. Part of me wants to savor every moment of my first time, the other part of me wants his dick inside of me. Now. Yesterday. Last century. Why did I wait again?

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