You Had Me at Hockey (Bears Hockey #2) - Kelly Jamieson Page 0,61
bed and roll around, still laughing and kissing and groping each other. Christ, sex is fun with her.
Eventually the laughter fades and things get hotter, dirtier. We’re both naked and rubbing against each other and my dick is so hard I hurt.
“Can you fuck me from behind again?” Sara asks breathlessly. “That was so good…so deep.”
“Oh yeah. I can hit you from behind tonight—I’m okay with a misconduct.”
“Huh?”
I lean my forehead against her, smiling. “Okay, a joke is way less funny when you have to explain it.”
“Aaah! I’m sorry! Tell me what that meant.”
“Later.” I flip her over and kiss my way down the curve of her spine, palming her ass cheeks and then siding my fingers through her wet crease. Ha. That’s dirty too. Dammit. “Feel how wet you are.” I rub back and forth. “So slick and juicy. I want to taste you.”
She whimpers, and I think it’s agreement.
I bury my face in her pussy, teasing her, eating her, until she’s quivering and pushing her ass back at me and need is boiling inside me. “I need to fuck you, gorgeous,” I mutter. “Right now.”
“Do it. Do it now.”
Oh yeah.
Chapter 20
Sara
“Despite the fact that I’m the better skater, I’d still recruit you for my tonsil-hockey team.”
I crack up. “Tonsil hockey! I know what that means.”
He grins. “Thank God.”
My friend Connor is recording us with a video camera as Josh teaches me how to skate. We’re back at Bryant Park. I’m wearing rented skates and he’s wearing an old pair of his own. We started off marching, arms out to my sides.
“Lift your knee…that’s it…keep your core strong.”
I wobble.
He grabs me and says, “If you feel like you’re falling, put your arms out front, and then bend your legs and grab your knees. But I’ll teach you how to fall.”
“I have to learn how to fall? I don’t want to fall!” Besides, I like him holding on to me.
“Everyone falls. You also have to learn how to get up.”
We march more until I’m steadier.
“Okay, let’s try a two-foot glide. March…one, two, three…and glide. Squeeze your butt cheeks.”
I burst out laughing and flail my arms, barely remembering what he said to do to stop from falling. “Seriously?”
He smiles. “Yep. Come on…one, two, three…and glide.”
I do it! I clap my mittened hands together and beam at him. “I did it!” Then I look over at Connor with the camera and do a fist pump.
I give him big eyes. “I don’t have much of a chest.”
I see him struggling. He knows we’re being recorded but he wants to say something about my chest. He skates closer to murmur in my ear, “Your chest is very nice.”
I grin.
“You need to keep your weight over the skates. Not leaning forward.” He straightens my back. “Don’t lean back either.”
“Okay.”
He positions himself next to me and shows me how to bring my right skate back so I can use it to push off. He demonstrates, gliding forward then turning to watch me.
God, he’s gorgeous. He’s wearing a navy knit cap and his cheeks are reddened from the cold, emphasizing his high cheekbones and strong jaw. His smile shines across the ice at me.
“Push to the side!” he calls.
I push off, bringing my right foot parallel to the left, and glide toward him with only a little wobble. I keep going, though, and skate right into him.
He wraps his arms around me. “That’s it!”
“Yay!”
“Let’s do it again.”
He gets me to keep my right foot up and glide on my left. This brings about more wobbles, but I do it.
“Good job!”
“Thank you!”
He shows me how to transition my weight from my left foot to my right foot and use the left blade to push off.
“I’m skating!” I probably look like a dork, but I’m doing it!
“Relax!”
“Oh sure, easy for you to say.” I lower my shoulders, which have climbed up to my earlobes.
He skates a circle around me.
“Show-off.”
Grinning, he gets in front of me, skating backward. “That’s it…”
“Am I ready to try a single axel?”
He laughs. “I’m not a figure skater, but I’d say no.”
I make a face toward Connor and the camera. “I really wanted to at least spin or something today.”
“You need a different teacher for that kind of thing.” He smiles down at me. “Let’s do a lap around the rink.”
“I pictured us arm in arm, then maybe you picking me up over your head and spinning around.”