Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
The only staff here when we arrived was the Zamboni driver, who’d assured Hayes the ice had been freshly cleared, and the guy working the snack bar. After he’d served us a dozen things from the menu, he’d headed out the door behind his coworker.
“I’m probably going to be really bad at this,” I warned Hayes as he laced up the skates he’d put on my feet.
Tilting his head back, he flashed me a cocky smirk. “Then it’ll be a good thing you’ve got your very own pro to teach you.”
“I guess,” I conceded with a sigh.
After he finished with my skates, he straightened and held out a hand. I slid my mitten-covered palm against his and stood. My knees were wobbly, but it didn’t take much effort on his part to help me hobble over to the open door. He stepped on the ice first, and waited for me to get my footing before he moved us away from the wall.
“You’re doing good.”
I rolled my eyes at his unwarranted compliment and clutched his arms even tighter. “Only because I have you to hold. Otherwise, I’d stick to the wall so I could keep a hand on it as I inched around the ice at a snail’s pace.”
“Thanks for going out of your comfort zone for me, angel.” He glided backward on the ice, not even needing to look behind him to know that we needed to curve around the bend of the rink.
“Well, you did bribe me with a ton of delicious food.” I smacked my lips. “I’m definitely going to need another walking taco the next time we go to a game.”
“You got it,” he promised.
“And a churro,” I added, making him laugh.
We continued along at a slow pace for ten more minutes before he asked, “Wanna go faster?”
“Only if I can keep holding you for dear life.”
“Always,” he agreed with a grin.
He picked up the pace, and I enjoyed the glide of the ice beneath my skates and the breeze against my cheeks as I returned his smile.
“Are you shaking because you’re scared?” he asked, looking down at me as we rounded the rink.
“No, I didn’t realize ice was so cold,” I laughed, shaking my head. “I mean, obviously it’s cold to touch. But I didn’t think I’d freeze my butt off skating.”
“Let me warm you up.”
He spun around, his arms going around my waist as he pulled me flush against his body. Tipping my chin so I was forced to look into his eyes, he was gentle, only briefly brushing his lips against mine.
But I didn’t need gentle. I wanted everything Hayes had to give me.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled his lips back to mine, sliding my tongue between his lips, trusting him to keep me upright.
His chest rumbled as he laughed against me, shaking my body.
“My greedy angel,” he whispered into my lips.
“Always,” I said, taking his lips back with mine.
He briefly broke our kiss with a laugh. “You want me to take you right here on the rink, angel?”
I shivered, looking at the ice. “Well, it might be a little cold.”
He grinned, lifting me in the air like I was nothing.
“What are you doing?” I squealed as he skated us toward the edge and placed me on the other side of the short wall.
“Here? On the bench?” I asked.
He grinned, stepping over the wall until he was in front of me. Then he lifted me again and turned to perch me on the wall. He didn’t say anything as he slid between my legs, wrapping his hands in my hair as he pulled me closer, kissing me fiercely. I moaned into his mouth, tasting everything he put into the kiss.
I didn’t notice the cold anymore, my legs instinctively wrapping around him and pulling him close to me, already feeling his aching dick pressing against my core.
“I’ve dreamed of fucking you here ever since I kneeled in front of you to tie your skates,” he murmured as his lips trailed down my neck.
I froze, not just from the cold but from his words.
“Then take me, Hayes,” I whispered, cupping his hard dick through his jeans. “Right here. Right now.”
He laughed. “Always my greedy angel.”
Leaning back slightly, he shucked off his jacket, keeping one hand on me as he unbuttoned my jeans.
“How is this going to work?” I asked, looking up at his half-hooded eyes.
“Don’t worry, angel, I’ve got you.”
With one hand still wrapped around me, he used the other to strip off my jeans. My panties were the only thing covering my pussy as the cold air hit my skin, leaving goose bumps to spread down my legs.
“I’d better warm you up,” he whispered, running his fingers over my drenched pussy.
He moaned. “Fuck, you’re always so wet for me, angel.”
I didn’t care about the cold anymore as he slid his hand beneath the lacy fabric and pushed his fingers inside me, his thumb grazing my aching clit.