Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
I smile at how unsure he looks. It’s not an emotion that Jett wears. He is a very confident man, and even when we were younger, he wore the skates like he was born to. He also had younger hips and less breakable bones, so I get it. He comes onto the ice, and when he pushes off, he looks exactly as I remember. All stealthy and graceful. Or so I thought, because on my next breath, he must feel off-kilter cause his arms go wild around him as he shifts his feet to gain his balance.
When he stills, his eyes cut to mine, and I’m grinning. “Toe pick.”
His eyes flash with warning, and I’m bubbling with laughter.
Then he’s chasing me.
My laughter fills the rink as he gains on me with ease, catching me around the waist and pulling me back into him. His hand comes to my hip, kneading the flesh there before his other threads with the fingers on my free hand. I feel his heart pounding, letting me know it’s beating as hard as mine is. I take a shaky breath, trusting my partner before I lean back into him. His hand tightens at my waist, and together, we skate as one.
Just like we used to.
He leans his chin against my temple, and I can’t help but smile as our feet move in sync with each other.
Is this just muscle memory?
Or more?
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Jett
“We got this.”
I sound entirely too confident for how I feel. She knows it too. Fable looks over her shoulder at me, stray pieces of her hair blowing with the breeze we make. She looks majestic, like she belongs in a Disney movie rather than this backcountry town. She raises her brow, and I raise one right back as I tell her, “Just don’t ever say toe pick again. Your mom ruined that phrase for me.”
Her laughter hits me square in the chest. When I found her, she looked so broken, so confused, that all I wanted was for her to smile again. I succeeded and even made her blush so damn beautifully.
Between her giggles, she vows, “I promise.”
I send her a grateful grin before we go through different sequences together. We fall into our old routine of warming up. We did it daily, sometimes hourly, so it’s second nature to revert to the rhythm of what we knew. What our bodies still know. With our skates and feet in sync. Unlike before, we aren’t so serious. Instead, we’re having fun. We had so much pressure on us as kids, but now, we’re just two adults enjoying each other. It’s exhilarating. Her smiles are quick, reassuring, and being with her on this ice reminds me why I’m so obsessed with her.
She makes me happy.
“After twenty years, I’d say we look pretty damn good.”
I smile at her as we pause for a break. I take her water from her when she’s done and down most of it. I don’t miss the way her eyes follow the bobbing of my Adam’s apple. I flex a bit to give her some more to look at, and the heat in her eyes almost has me choking on the water I so desperately need. I am going to be so sore tonight, but that smile on her face…worth it.
Her grin does falter a bit as she agrees with my earlier statement. “Yeah, but are we going to try for jumps and lifts? Or should we just skate together to our old music?”
I side-eye her. “We are picking new music, and if we’re doing this, we’re doing this right.” A determined little glint fills her gaze, but then it’s gone, replaced by something more as she slowly closes the distance between us. I don’t think she realizes how fucking sexy she is just existing. My voice is unsteady as I ask, “You coming over here for something, princess?”
I notice a flush start up her neck before she takes her bottle and puts it on the boards. She looks up at me through her lashes and demands, “Let’s see if you can lift me.”
I don’t even hesitate. I grab her fleshy hips and pick her up with ease, lifting her onto the boards. With a toothy grin, I say, “Done.”
“You’re using the boards.”
My lip quirks before I grab her waist once more, lifting her up midway, and to my delight, she wraps those thick legs around my waist. Fuck, she feels good. Her eyes flare with heat, and breathing isn’t an option for me because I feel nothing but warmth from her glorious pussy. Her leggings are thin, and by the look in her eyes, I know she feels me rock hard against her. I almost give us both what we need, a bit of friction, but I’m trying to show off here. Her voice trembles as she mutters, “Now you’re using your cock.”