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CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

Jett

If my life had been a movie, the next few weeks would have looked a lot like The Cutting Edge workout montage to “Turning Circles” by Sally Dworsky. Every morning, we roll out of bed, usually mine, and head to work out. Then we skate for an hour, working on the choreo that Fable came up with between working on our jumps, leaps, and lifts. After that, we shower, usually together, and then head to Noelle’s for coffee and a snack. Once we get back to the Ice Thistle, we get to work. When we’re not in the office doing paperwork, then we’re in the rinks, training our clients or teaching classes. In the evenings, after her private lessons and my work on the west rink, we skate for another hour or so before falling into bed together.

These last few weeks have honestly been the best of my life.

Her trust in me shines in her sweet eyes at every turn, and I feel so fucking lucky that I’m on the receiving end of it. That, even after all these years, she knows that I have her back and that I wouldn’t let anyone or anything hurt her. To know I’m the reason for the quick little grins and sneaky smiles has me on a high I didn’t even know was possible.

I love her.

Deeply.

With my whole body and soul.

I think I’ve always been in love with her, and I hate that anger follows that thought. It’s bringing me down, and I hate that too. For years, we were apart, and for what? Because her family thought I was unworthy and because I was poor? I should have worked eight jobs to continue skating beside her. I shouldn’t have let her go, and that’s something I’ll always have to live with. Along with the fact that my beautiful princess suffered just as much as I did. It fills me with rage to know that she has gone years thinking she was broken and unable to feel true pleasure. She got away from her parents for a reason, only to fall victim to more toxic people. I don’t know why anyone would make her feel like that. Why they couldn’t take the time to give her what she needed. I did it without even knowing what was going on in her chaotic brain, and I will continue to do so to prove to her that she deserves only that.

I’ve always loved eating pussy, but with her, it’s a need. Not only do I want her body to catch fire for me, but I also want her to feel how desperately I desire her. How nothing in this world brings me more pleasure than seeing her come. She is perfect, her body made for mine, and I want to spend the rest of my days proving that to her. I want her to know that when I touch her, it’s because I physically have to. It’s a need that only she evokes in me. Even back when we were younger, I’d take any chance I could get to link my fingers with hers. Or touch her body. I was the happiest when her hand was in mine, right before we skated, her eyes shut as I gazed down at her, watching her breathe.

I never thought I’d get to see something so beautiful, but for the last few weeks, I’ve woken up in my bed with her or us in hers. Not even a detailed letter could have prepared me for how it feels to wake up with her in my arms. I never want to know anything but that feeling.

Even when she’s driving me nuts.

With her lips pursed and her brows drawn in, Fable smacks my forearm. “You have to stay tight. Don’t drop me.”

“I’d never drop you,” I throw back at her, and she raises a brow at me. We’ve been skating for two hours this evening, and I’m feeling every bit of my age. She won’t let up, though. She’s determined to get this lift, when I’d rather just lift her up on my cock.

“Keep up, pretty boy.”

I grin. “No problem, ice princess.”

Her brows furrow deeper as she pushes off, and I skate parallel beside her. She turns so that she’s skating backward and reaches for me, our hands locking. Our eyes meet, and the confidence in hers leaves me gasping for air. It reminds me of when we were younger, and I almost lose my footing. Though, I can’t let her down. She kicks her leg up, and I swiftly lift her, her body twisting in the air before I hold her overhead, her legs out in a split. Now, eighteen-year-old Fable would have had those legs straight out, but as she reminds me, her legs only bend back like that with the pressure of my hands on her thighs.

And thank fuck for that.

I skate with her above me easily, before I twist our hands and she closes her legs to slide down my body. I cup her ass with my hands, and her eyes meet mine, playfulness shining in them. “You can’t grab my ass like that in the show.”

I arch a brow. “Who says?”

She smacks me teasingly. “I do. It’s inappropriate.”

I squeeze her thick ass, loving that she’s in her little leotard and sheer skirt. “I don’t know…I think you like my hands on your ass.”

She beams. “Oh, I do, but not during a show for my grandmother.”

I scoff. “Kitty and the girls will be the ones hootin’ and hollerin’ the loudest.”

Her face flushes as she smacks me again. “Still, you can’t grab my ass and then transition to the next move.”

I flash her a look that tells her to try me. “I don’t agree. I can do a lot when it comes to your body.”

She snickers as she wraps her arms around me. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Kiss me,” I say without wavering, and the grin I’m rewarded with has my heart aching in my chest. She tilts her chin up, and I meet her sweet mouth with my own. She tastes so damn good, like the cinnamon from the frappé she drank earlier. I suck on her bottom lip before I sink my teeth into it, her hips arching against mine in the most delicious way. I dig my fingers into her ass as I hold her closer, loving how good she feels against me.

We part, panting and wild-eyed for each other. I push a stray wave behind her ear and then kiss her nose. Her eyes are just as bright as her smile as she says, “I want to do the lift again.”

I groan, arching into her, showing her how hard she’s made me. “Princess, after that kiss, I want nothing more than to take you upstairs.”

She chortles, shaking her head. “I want it to be perfect.”

“We have it,” I insist, but there is no way I can say no to her. For the next thirty minutes, we work on the lift over and over. Each time, I prove we’ve got this, but she still doesn’t feel good about it. It gets to the point that every time she says “again,” I give her a dark look and curse under my breath. Her eyes dance with mine, and I swear, she has a sneaky grin on her face when she turns around. I don’t know what game she’s playing, but she’s lucky I like being a player.

When we stop by the bench to grab water, I get a moment of reprieve before she sighs deeply. I side-eye her. “You say ‘again,’ and I’m bending you over this board.”

Her lips curve as she looks up at me through her lashes. Naughty little thing. “And pray tell, do what?” she asks innocently, and my eyes narrow.

“It’ll be a toss-up between smacking that sweet ass and making you come on my fingers.”

A blush blossoms on her cheeks, but she holds my gaze. “How about both?”

“Fable…” I warn, and her eyes only fill with more excitement.

Her lips tip up, and then she leans in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “What?”

“You’re playing with fire, princess.”

“Maybe I like burning up with you.”

God, she drives me wild. “I know you do,” I tell her. “But I’m not playing. My body hurts.”

Her lips turn down. “Fine. What do you think about getting a jumbotron for in here?”

My brows fly to my hairline. “What in the hell do we need that for?”

“So it shows what’s happening on the ice,” she says simply, and I gawk at her.

“Fable, the rink holds one thousand people. If they can’t see, then they need to stand up!” She fights back a grin, and I eye her. “Are you messing with me?”

She bites her lip, and I capture her wrist, pulling her to me. She comes willingly, her skates knocking into mine as she holds in her laughter. I cup her jaw, staring deeply into her bright-green eyes. “Am I not giving you enough attention that you need to mess with me?”

She shrugs. “Maybe.”

I arch a brow. “Maybe, huh?” I press my hips to hers so that she can feel what she does to me. “What do you need, my princess?”

Her eyes flash with desire, causing a primal need for her to course through my body. With her eyes playful and her chin tipped up toward me, she says, “Maybe we should do the lift again?”

I don’t move, wanting to catch her off guard. Instead, I hold her gaze as I feign annoyance. She loves getting under my skin just as I love doing the same to her. I exhale hard through my nose, and then without warning, I flip her around so that her hips hit the boards. The toes of her skates smack into the boards as I cage her body in, pressing my cock into her sweet ass. I take hold of her bun, pulling her head back and dropping my lips to her ear.

She gasps, and I love the sound. Against her ear, I whisper, “Does my girl want to come?”

“Jett,” she moans as I snake my other hand between her legs. I move her skirt, pushing the leotard to the side, only to realize she has tights on.

“Think these will stop me?”

Before she can answer, I tear the thin nylon and delve my fingers into her sweet cunt. She’s dripping for me, and the sigh that leaves my lips is one of devotion. I suck on her lobe as I find her nub easily and swirl the tip of my finger over it. She lets out a little whine, arching into my hand as I trail kisses down her neck and along her exposed shoulders. I dot kisses on her heated flesh before pressing an openmouthed kiss to her neck. “If you want to come, all you have to do is ask.” I suck on her skin, and she moans my name as I continue to rub her sweet spot. “I love making you come, you know that.” She nods quickly, her moans filling the rink. I know someone could walk in, but I’m too far gone to care. I’ll start locking the doors if I have to, and fuck, I hope I have to. “I want to mark your skin. Can I?”

“Please,” she cries out, and I suck harder on her, needing to leave my mark so that everyone knows she’s mine. “Jett,” she whines as she starts to tremble under my touch.

“Yes, princess, come all over my fingers. Give me what we both want.”

She throws her head back, and I look down at her as she explodes beneath my touch. As I watch her, the waves of pleasure knocking into her, I don’t know why anyone wouldn’t have fought to witness this.

But I’m thankful they didn’t, because her look, her pleasure, is all fucking mine.

I pull my fingers from her slick heat and then lift them to her lips. “Taste what I’m obsessed with.” She opens her mouth without a second thought, sucking my fingers deep into her hot mouth, leaving me panting. “You’re incredible, Fable,” I tell her as her eyes meet mine, adoration in her green depths. “I can’t get enough of you.”

She drags her tongue between my fingers before pulling them out and then kissing me. I taste her as my tongue plays with hers, and it only makes me want to rip off her tights and bury myself deep inside her. As thrilling as it is to know we could have been caught when I was making her come, I won’t let anyone see me make love to her. That’s only for me.

I tear my mouth from hers, kiss her nose, and then back away from her. She looks over at me wide-eyed and confused as I head off the ice. “Where are you going?”

I grin at her. “Upstairs.”

She eyes me and then blinks. “You’re not going to let me take care of that?”

I don’t have to look down to know I’m pitching one hell of a tent in my athletic pants. I lick my lips and nod. “If you want to join me.”

Her eyes brighten a bit. “I do.”

I nod. “I’ll even feed you.”

“Your cock?”

I choke on spit and flash her a wide grin. “That, and some food.”

She hums in appreciation as I take off my skates. She sits down beside me, and I take in how her tights are torn at her thigh. It may make me a Neanderthal, but I like that I did that to her. I like it more that she has a bright-red mark where my mouth was. I touch the spot tenderly, and she flashes me a beaming smile.

“You made your mark?”

I nod. “Just as you have.”

Her eyes flash with wonderment, and I have to pull my gaze away before I tell her how damn in love with her I am. She’s not ready. She just had a sexual awakening; I can’t throw love in the mix right now. I can wait, especially for her. When my gaze settles on my bag, I see my jersey hanging out, and I’m reminded that I wanted to give it to her. I reach for it and then place it in her lap.

She looks up at me, her brows pulled in. “What’s this?”

“My jersey. Wear it tomorrow.”

Her lips curve up in a wide grin as she licks her lips. “Hmm, won’t that tell everyone we’re together?”

“Yeah, it will,” I say, meeting her gaze.

“And that’s okay?”

“More than okay,” I say gruffly, overwhelmed by my feelings. Is this what she feels like all the time?

Fuck, it’s torture.

“Is that okay with you?”

She flashes me a small little grin. “More than okay,” she repeats, her eyes burning just for me. Her grin grows as she throws on the jersey, and I learn that my new favorite sight is her in my sweater that looks way too big but also perfect on her. Pride burns through me as she stands, turning so I can see my name and my number on her back. “How do I look?”

My heart is in my throat as I tear my gaze from my number to her precious moss-green eyes. Ones I’ve dreamed of for the last twenty years and now belong to me.

My voice is still gruff, full of emotion. “Like mine.”