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Chapter 4

  • I laugh and reach for her hand, loving how she immediately slips her fingers between mine. Her hand feels good in mine. It feels right.
  • When we get to the players’ bench, I grab my duffel bag and get out the pair of skates I’ve brought for her.
  • “I hope these fit. I brought two pairs, just in case.”
  • “Where did you get these?” she asks, turning one skate over in her hands.
  • “They’re from when I was younger. I just sharpened them, though, and they’re still in great shape.”
  • She slides her foot into one and smiles. “It fits!”
  • I laugh at her enthusiasm and help her into the other one before lacing them up for her. Trying not to think about how close her pussy is to me right now, I instead focus on tightening the laces and getting them properly tied. I hurry up and put my skates on, removing the rubber skate guards from both our skates, and then stand, offering her my hand so I can help her up.
  • “Don’t look so scared,” I say, smiling at her. “I promise I won’t let you fall. I’ve sworn to protect that ass, and I take that responsibility very seriously.”
  • She laughs but keeps the death grip on my hand. I very slowly lead her over to the ice and then step onto it before turning to help her.
  • “Just relax,” I say when she still looks terrified. “I’ve got you.”
  • She takes a deep breath, gives me her other hand so I’m holding both of them and steps onto the ice.
  • Her eyes widen comically at the unfamiliar sensation. I laugh and skate backward very slowly, pulling her along with me. She’s not technically skating yet, more like gliding where I pull her, but she looks fucking adorable, and she’s doing great.
  • “You’re a natural,” I say.
  • “Don’t make fun of me,” she laughs.
  • “I’m not! You haven’t fallen over, have you?”
  • “No, but I think that has more to do with you holding onto me than any natural skill on my part.”
  • I shrug my shoulders. “Well, I think you’re a natural.”
  • She gives me a sweet smile. I hope she’s too focused on skating to notice the erection I’m getting. Just to be sure, I distract her by trying to teach her how to move in skates. I wasn’t lying when I said she was a natural. She has a good sense of balance, and it isn’t long at all before she’s skating rather than just being pulled.
  • “You want to try it on your own?” I ask.
  • She grabs my hands tighter. “No.”
  • “Good,” I say, running one of my thumbs over her hand. “Do you want me to get you some gloves?”
  • “No.” She gives me a shy smile. “I’m fine just like this.”
  • I know she’s just saying that because she doesn’t want to break contact with my skin, and I can’t help the rush of pleasure it brings me to know that.
  • “When did you first learn to skate?” she asks me.
  • “I was three.”
  • I laugh at her shocked expression.
  • “I grew up in a hockey family. It was just normal for us. I loved it from the very first time I stepped on the ice. I can’t wait to teach my kids how to play.”
  • “You want a big family?” she asks.
  • “Yeah,” I admit. “I’m sure it’s the last thing on your mind, though, right? Not too many 18-year-olds are thinking about starting a family.”
  • She studies my eyes for a second before saying, “I’m not like most 18-year-olds. I can’t wait to start a family.”
  • My heart races at her words. I look into her brown eyes, waiting to see if she’s joking, but she’s being serious.
  • “Good to know,” I say, giving her another wink.
  • We skate around for a bit longer, and it thrills me to see how much she enjoys it. I love seeing her face light up with a smile, and when I let go of her hands and see her glide along all on her own, the way her eyes light up in excitement makes my cock give a hungry jump.
  • I follow along closely beside her, not taking the chance that she might fall and hurt herself. Sure enough, when I see her start to wobble and lose her balance, I reach my arms out to catch her. She moans and for one brief, horrible moment, I’m afraid I’ve hurt her somehow, but then I realize that the way I’ve grabbed her means one hand is cupping her tight little ass and the other one is cupping her perfect tit.
  • Now it’s my turn to groan.
  • She’s looking at me like she wants me to fuck her right here on the ice, and damn if I’m not about two seconds away from doing just that. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she brings her mouth to mine, and I don’t think. I just kiss her like the starving man I am. She tastes so fucking good, and I can’t get enough of her as I deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue. She opens herself to me, and when I pick her up, she wraps her legs around me and then laughs when I start to skate us back to the box.
  • “Don’t let me go,” she whispers against my lips.
  • “Never,” I say, holding her tighter.
  • Sitting her on the edge, I stand between her spread thighs and cup her face in my hands. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold and our kiss, and her brown eyes are shining with lust.
  • “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, running my tongue over her bottom lip before giving it a soft bite. “I want to devour every inch of you.” “Yes, please,” she moans, making me laugh.
  • Her skates bang against the boards as I wrap my arm around her and press her body tighter against mine. Digging my blades into the ice, I kiss her again, savoring the taste and feel of her. It’s not enough, though. It will never be enough.
  • Pulling back, I cup her face and whisper against her swollen lips.
  • “I need to taste you.”