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Leaving Lincoln behind me, I storm off the ice and make my way down the tunnel to the coaches’ room.

What the hell was I even thinking?

Lincoln is still the same asshole he’s always been.

This is probably one big fucking game to him.

“How far can I get under Ellie’s skin before she quits?”

Was he ever really into me?

He had to be.

I felt how into me he is.

But then why did he have to pull my fucking hair like a petulant child?

Maybe I’m overreacting, but the moment he tugged on my ponytail it was like I was right back in the past.

Every moment of hate between us flashed before my eyes, blinding me in the moment.

It triggered a fury deep down inside me I thought we had buried.

My hands are shaking as I do my best to enter the code to the door.

It takes two tries, but I’m finally in and hoping Lincoln is smart enough to give me some space.

I walk to my stall and I’m putting my gloves in the top cubby when the door flies open.

Okay, so he isn’t smart enough to leave me alone.

Why am I not surprised?

I turn around with every intention of telling him off, but he’s all up in my space before I can get a word out.

For a moment, I forget how pissed I am at this man.

His hair is damp from our game and it’s falling across his forehead like a damn Calvin Klein model.

His green eyes are blazing and he must be clenching his jaw, because I can see the movement and I’m transfixed by this man’s jawline.

He takes advantage of my lapse in judgment and speaks before I do.

“Ellie, I’m sorry. I’m not the same asshole I was when I was a kid. Hell, I’m not even the same guy I was when we saw each other that first day here.”

I cross my hands over my chest, creating what little barrier I can between us, and then call him out on his bullshit.

“Really? Is that why you pulled my hair like some child? It’s pretty clear you haven’t changed. I don’t know if this is some game you’re playing with me, but it’s pretty fucked up to pretend you want me and then pull that bullshit.”

Lincoln looks genuinely shocked by my statement before taking a step closer to me.

“Don’t,” I warn.

“Don’t what?” He challenges.

Lincoln continues to edge closer to me, and suddenly I forget everything I was about to say.

His eyes are locked on mine and I stop breathing.

He’s staring at me like a starved man eyeing up his next meal.

“Fuck it.”

It only takes two strides and then his lips are on mine.

Our lips crash together like a tidal wave in a storm.

It’s desperate.

It’s frantic.

It’s all tongue and teeth.

And I am aching for more.

Lincoln uses one hand to grip my neck while the other cradles my face.

His hand works its way from the back of my neck, down my back, all the way down until he’s squeezing my ass and pulling me into him .

I have no control over my body at this point.

The traitorous bitch is molding herself into his body and it’s all too much.

Being this close to him, his tongue tangling with mine, I'm like a bomb about to detonate. I can feel the heat between my legs, wetness gathering in my lace panties. I lose all self-control and grab his ass just as hard as he’s grabbing mine.

I take his bottom lip between my teeth and bite hard enough to steal his attention for a moment.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes full of lust and want. “Feisty,” he says before licking his lips.

“You have no idea,” I say before working my hand from his ass to his front, where I’m met with his rock hard cock. I cup my hand around him through his sweatpants and he hisses through his teeth.

I give him a few slow strokes, but he grabs my wrist before I can really do any damage.

“Not yet,” he says while wrapping my ponytail around his hand and gently tugging it so I have no choice but to look up at him. I try as hard as I can to grit my teeth and hide how much this move affects me, but a moan escapes my lips. Lincoln smirks. “Oh, so you don’t mind if I pull your hair a little bit as long as it’s off the ice?”

“Fuck you,” I say, but my voice holds no bite. I do like it. I like it way more than I probably should.

He smirks again and moves his thumb slowly across my throat. “ I said, not yet.” The way in which he says it is so damn arousing, there’s a slight throbbing between my thighs. I start rubbing my clit against his thigh like some horny teenager, desperate for some friction.

He sinks his teeth into my neck at the sensitive spot just below my ear and the sound that leaves my mouth is a cross between a whine and a moan.

More. I need more.

He licks his way up to my ear and I swear this man is a magician. Never in my life have I been this wet or this desperate after a kiss and a few quick licks to my earlobe.

“You like that, don’t you, Coach?” he whispers into my ear.

I nod because words are lost at this point. It’s me, Lincoln, and my damn orgasm that threatens to explode before this man has even really touched me.

“Touch me,” I say as I take his hand and put him exactly where I want him.

I’m so wet, I’m sure he can feel the mess I’ve made through my sweatpants. He cups my pussy and rubs the top of his hand against my clit.

Oh god.

Holy shit, that feels good. My legs threaten to give out, but Lincoln lets go of my hair and wraps his other arm around me, holding me up.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asks with a hint of cockiness in his voice.

I am close. Very close. I hate how close. He’s barely touched me and I’m at the edge of the cliff, ready to free fall into oblivion. This is going to be horrible for his ego.

“Take care of me, or I’ll take care of myself,” I say, trying to gain some sense of control back.

I can feel him smile against my neck and the bastard has the nerve to laugh. “I’d love to see that, Ellie, but I think I’d like to taste you myself first.”

Before his words have a chance to register, he’s lifting me up and setting me down on the bench of my stall. “Up,” he demands as he fists my sweatpants at my hips. I’m at the mercy of his touch and immediately lift my hips as he pulls both my sweatpants and panties down in one quick motion. I’m still wearing my skates, so my pants and underwear sit at my ankles.

Lincoln pushes my knees apart so I am completely exposed to him. He stands and takes a step back, rubbing his thumb across his bottom lip, drinking me in.

“Damn, Ellie. I knew your pussy would be pretty, but this…fuck. This is so much better than I’ve ever imagined.” Slowly his eyes move up my body until they meet mine. “And believe me, I have imagined. I’ve imagined just what you would look like. What you would taste like. What sounds you would make. Can I, Ellie? Can I have a taste?”

He sounds just as needy as I feel, and it does something to me. I feel powerful. I may be spread bare to this man, but he’s about to be on his knees for me.

He doesn’t break eye contact as he waits for permission.

Breathless, I nod once.

“I’m going to need to hear you say it, Ellie.”

Somehow, I find a way to make my brain and mouth work again as I desperately beg, “Please, taste me.”

That's all it takes.

Lincoln drops to his knees in front of me.

My legs will only spread so far apart, but I do my best to give him as much room as I can.

He slowly kisses up the inside of my thigh and it is pure torture.

I lift one hand and tug at his hair to get him moving a little faster, and the asshole tsks at me.

“Ah, ah, greedy girl. Let me enjoy this.” He takes my hand and places it at my side on my stall and begins kissing the inside of my thigh again.

I grip the edge of the bench as tight as I can, fighting to shove his face between my legs to get my release.

He inches closer.

And closer.

And closer.

And then he pulls away.

“Jesus, fuck, Lincoln.” This man is edging me like it’s his damn job.

I’m going to be edged to death.

He works his way up my other thigh and finally inserts a finger inside of me.

Slowly he starts moving it in and out before inserting a second finger.

It’s glorious and torturous, and I still need more .

“Lincoln, please,” I beg, tilting myself up closer toward him, desperately trying to get his mouth on me.

Finally, he stops kissing my thigh and brings his tongue to my center.

One full swipe up and I see fucking stars.

His name leaves my mouth on a moan and I am desperate for more.

“Lincoln, I need you inside me. Please. I need more.”

Lincoln pulls back and doesn’t say a word until I look down and meet his eyes.

“Hear me when I say this, Ellie. When I fuck you for the first time, it’s going to be in a bed so I can take my time and explore this body inch by fucking inch. Understood?”

I should be angry or frustrated by this, but his words have the opposite effect on me.

They just turn me on more and push me even closer to my release.

Nodding, I finally say, “Yes, Coach.”

Lincoln’s mouth is on me in an instant.

He sucks and licks at my clit, alternating between the two, while still working my pussy with his fingers.

It’s too much.

It’s too good.

I throw my head back and lose myself in the paradise that is Lincoln’s mouth.

He seems to know exactly when I’m about to climax, because each time I’m about to explode he slows his movements and brings me down again.

It’s so frustrating.

But also, so fucking hot.

I force myself to look down at the sight in front of me.

I want to catalog and save this moment for when I’m alone in my bed.

Lincoln must feel my gaze on him because he looks up and smirks.

My god, this man is magnificent.

We hold eye contact while he sucks my clit once more before moving his tongue down to replace his fingers.

His thumb finds my clit and he starts moving it in a slow, tortuous circle.

Once.

Twice.

And then I fucking shatter.

My vision goes black as I scream his name and lose all sense of control.

Lincoln doesn’t stop working his thumb or tongue until I slowly come down from the most glorious orgasm of my life.

He removes his thumb, but his tongue stays where it is, licking up every last drop.

One slow languid lick from back to front, and then he finally sits back on his heels.

He licks his lips and looks me dead in the eyes and says, “Fucking delicious.”

Lincoln slowly and gently pulls my panties and sweatpants up my legs.

When he gets to my thighs, I am too exhausted to even lift myself up, so he wraps my arms around his neck and lifts me himself.

Such a gentleman.

“Thanks,” I whisper in his ear as he sets me back down on my stall.

Lincoln stands and goes to turn away.

I grab his hips, stopping him before he can move, and look up at him.

“My turn.”

He scratches the back of his neck and awkwardly chuckles.

“Yeah, about that. It’s kind of too late.

Wait, does that mean what I think it means?

Slowly, I move my hand over the front of his sweatpants. Holy shit. This man was so turned on by getting me off that he painted his pants with his own arousal.

I should find this funny and mock him every day until I die, but for some reason I find myself getting turned on. Again. Biting my bottom lip, I look up at Lincoln. “That’s so fucking hot.

”

“Yeah?” he says, clearly surprised by my reaction.

Trust me, buddy, I’m surprised too.

“Yeah, it really is.” Not sure what to do next or where we go from here, I let go of Lincoln and start untying my skates.

Lincoln puts his hand under my chin and lifts my head so I’m looking at him again.

“That was amazing, Coach.” He leans down and gives me a slow, sultry kiss that makes me forget my own name.

I can taste myself on his lips and his tongue as he parts my lips to deepen our kiss.

Seconds—or maybe minutes, I can’t be too sure—go by before he breaks our kiss and pulls back.

He gives me one last quick kiss, like it’s something we’ve been doing every day of our lives, and takes a step back.

He rubs his hand along his jaw, looking ready to devour me again.

I’m silently begging for him to pick me up and take me against the wall.

To my disappointment he turns and walks over to his stall and takes a seat.

We both untie our skates, the air both electric and smelling of sex.

It’s not awkward, but it’s full of questions and tension.

Where do we go from here?

Was it a one-time thing?

He must want more because he said he wants our first time to be in bed.

Was he just saying that in the heat of the moment?

The questions keep flying through my mind as I take skates off and hang them in my stall.

I sit back down and put my Nikes on.

As soon as I’m done tying my shoes, I look up to find Lincoln staring at me.

“What?” I ask.

Afraid he’s about to tell me that was one big mistake.

“I’m just wondering when we can do that again,” he says, surprising me.

Fixing my hair, because it’s kind of a mess after being pulled, I stand up and make my way toward him.

My body wants to be closer to him and it’ll hear no arguments from me.

I sit down in Hunter’s stall, which is right next to Lincoln’s, and turn to face him.

I bring my legs up so I’m sitting cross-legged and I ask the burning question.

“What are we doing, Lincoln?”

He runs his hand through his hair, and I track the movement because there’s just something about it that is so damn alluring.

“I don’t know, Ellie. Having fun?” he asks with uncertainty in his voice.

I consider what he says for a moment and then I consider the conversation I just had with Sadie.

I do deserve some fun, and I definitely could benefit from some blowing off some steam.

“I like fun,” I say.

“But there’s gotta be some ground rules. We work together and I’d rather not have the team know we’re sleeping together.”

Lincoln turns and brings one leg up in front of him so we’re face to face now.

At least he’s taking this as seriously as I am.

“I agree. I don’t really want Hunter knowing, but I also don’t think this is something we can keep from him. Also, as fun as this was, and as attractive as you are in skates, we have to keep this out of the rink. It’s too risky.”

He took the words right out of my mouth.

“Agreed. Sadie will know as soon as I walk through the door and she’ll probably text Hunter right away since they’re BFFs now.”

Lincoln laughs.

It’s a sound I want to record and put on loop when I’m having a bad day.

“Yeah, they’re like attached at the hip now. Think somethings going on there?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“No, they’re too much alike. It’s actually scary how similar they are. They’re like twins separated at birth or something.”

We both laugh at that, and then Lincoln stands to grab his coat.

“Okay, then it’s settled. Nothing changes here at the rink but we’re free to have fun outside of the rink. Deal?”

I stand and stick my hand out like an idiot.

“Deal.”

Lincoln chuckles.

He spares me the embarrassment and grabs my hand to shake it.

Instead of letting go, he pulls me into him and cups the back of my head.

“One more for the road,” he says before leaning down and kissing me again.

My body slowly sinks back into his as I return his kiss with a tenderness that has me questioning everything I’ve ever felt for this man.

The handle to the locker room door rattles and we both hear it at the same time.

We break apart fast and I start walking to my stall to grab my coat.

Lincoln grabs my ass and I swat his hand away, giving him a death glare over my shoulder.

Just as I’m zipping up my jacket, Hunter falls through the door.

He rights himself, brushing off his jacket and that’s when he notices both me and Lincoln staring at him.

He looks between both of us, suspicion clear on his face.

And then he sniffs.

“What the fuck is that smell?”