Forbidden on Ice - SR Grey

by Grey, S. R.

“Just people, you know?”

  “I do know,” she says, sighing. “I just spent the past several minutes trying to placate Maisie.”

  “Why?” I ask, genuinely curious. “What happened?”

  “Her mother is what happened. Noel’s dealing with it now. Meaning”—she gives me a sly wink—“he’s totally preoccupied.”

  That’s good news. But I’m doubtful we’ll have all that much time together.

  That makes me grumble, “Hmm, we’ll see how long that lasts.”

  “Oh, I assure you, Blake, it should be a while.”

  I quirk a brow as a couple of ideas brew—nasty, dirty ones for the most part.

  Smirking, I ask, “Is that so?”

  Folding her arms across her ample chest, making her gorgeous breasts push up enticingly in the nude-colored, low-cut dress she has on, Noelle says, “Yes, it sure is.”

  “So where are they?” I ask, peering through the brush.

  She thumbs over her shoulder. “They’re actually way over by the pool area.”

  Turning, I strain to see past the massive amounts of cacti and desert foliage that’s in the way. I have no luck, though, in catching sight of anyone. The brush is just too dense, making me realize our spot is really fucking secluded.

  Hey, that’s fine with me.

  And it gives me an idea…

  With a hint of seduction in my tone, I say to Noelle, “Seeing that we have a few minutes to ourselves, what do you propose we do?”

  She steps over to me and slides her arms up around my neck. “I have a few thoughts,” she murmurs.

  I think I know, but I play dumb. “Like what kind of thoughts?”

  Noelle snickers. “Let’s just say I think we should make the most of this little reprieve, Blake.”

  Enough with playing it clueless!

  I grind out, “Fuck, I couldn’t agree more.”

  Snaking my arms around her waist, I pull Noelle to me until our bodies are pressed together tightly.

  She feels so fucking good.

  And shit, I don’t think she has a bra on.

  Kill me now.

  My lips are on her then, kissing her neck, her shoulders, down to her glorious cleavage.

  Noelle moans and squirms, gasping, “That feels so good, Blake.”

  I feather her with more kisses, but then I need my mouth on hers. She opens her lips, accepting me, and our tongues engage in a dance as old as time.

  We’ve moved so slowly up to this point, which has been great and what we agreed to, but I’m more than fucking ready to move forward.

  “I want you,” I confess when we come up for air, both of us gasping with a shared need.

  Breathing heavily, Noelle says, “I want you too. So damn much. I have since the first night we met.”

  Smiling, I press my forehead to hers. “I know. I feel the same way. It’s been tough holding off. But trust me, Noelle, it’ll be worth the wait. The things I’m going to do to you…”

  I slide my hands down to her ass, where I give a light squeeze.

  That’s not enough, though, as I need to touch her all over.

  So I move up to her breasts, nudging the silky material aside, just enough to expose one taut pink nipple.

  “Jesus, Noelle.”

  I can’t stop myself.

  And she’s as bad as I am.

  Lowering my mouth, I latch onto that taut pink nipple, plumping her breast beneath my hand as I suck, lick, and taste.

  Noelle gasps, “Oh my God, Blake.”

  I know we need to stop.

  We’re in a place where anyone could walk over and discover us at any time.

  Still, I can’t heed my own warning.

  I’ve craved a taste of this woman for so fucking long.

  Noelle doesn’t seem to care, either.

  She melts into my arms, allowing me to hold her up as I move to her other breast.

  But just as I’m slipping the material on that side away, about to descend on the next beautiful mound of flesh, I hear a male voice cry out, “Holy hell! Are you two fucking nuts?”

  Cock-Blocked, But Not For Long

  Right as Blake is devouring my breasts, making me dizzy with lust, a man bellows, “Holy hell! Are you two fucking nuts?”

  Yelping, I scramble to cover myself.

  Is it Noel, here to kill us both?

  Is it Brent, ready to kick us out of his barbeque for lewd behavior in the bushes?

  After I’m decent—well, for the most part—I glance over and see it’s neither of those two guys.

  Nope, it’s Landen.

  “Thank God,” I breathe out.

  I am relieved, but it seems Blake is aggravated. Maybe he was planning on doing more to me with that amazing mouth.

  Gah, the thought of that!

  Adjusting himself discreetly, Blake mutters, “What’s the deal with scaring the ever-loving fuck out of us, man?”

  “You’re lucky I did,” Landen replies. “You two shouldn’t be taking chances like this out in the fucking open. Do you have a death wish?”

  “Wow, okay, Dad,” Blake grumbles. “Thanks for the lecture.”

  I know he’s just frustrated, as am I.

  I guess I just handle it better.

  With a sincere mea culpa smile, I apologize to Landen for Blake snapping at him.

  “That’s okay,” he says. “What I came over here for is to let you know Noel’s looking for you.”

  He nods to me.

  “What?” I gasp.

  “Yeah, that’s why I searched you guys out. I thought I heard some rustling over here, and I haven’t seen either of you in a while. Let’s just say it didn’t take a genius to figure things out.”

  “Crap,” I bite out as I check to make sure I’m fully put back together.

  Last thing I need is for Noel to find me with my boobs hanging out. That might scar him for life.

  I’m good, and just in time too.

  Noel rounds the corner, joining the three of us.

  None the wiser as to what’s going on, he says, “Hey, I’ve been looking for you, sis.” He glances around at our little crew. “What in the hell are you guys doing back here anyway, away from all the action?”

  Away from all the action?

  I have to suppress a laugh. Little does poor Noel know there’s been a lot of action going down back here.

  Blake and Landen must be thinking the same thing, as Landen chuckles and Blake looks away, hiding a grin.

  “What?” Noel asks. “Am I missing something?”

  Is he ever!

  But he can’t know.

  I rush to save us from devolving into a situation where Blake and I are busted.

  Waving a hand, I quickly say, “No, you’re not missing a thing, Noel. What is it that you need? Why were you looking for me?”

  “I need a ride home,” he replies. “I gave Maisie my car so she can go see her mom.”

  I breathe a sigh of relief. “Of course I can take you home.” Looking from Noel to Blake, then back to Noel, I add, “Do you want to go right now?”

  He nods. “If it’s not too much of a bother, yeah, I’d like to leave. I don’t feel in much of a party mood, not anymore.”

  I tell my brother that I understand, and I do. I then ask Blake for the keys he’s been holding for me.

  Brow creasing, Noel says, “Why is Blake holding your car keys for you?”

  I motion to my outfit. “Look at this dress, Noel. Does it look like I have a place to store keys?”

  Noel makes a face and grumbles, “No, it doesn’t. And now that you mention it, it is a little slinky for a barbeque, Noelle.”

  Blake quickly interjects, “I think her dress looks fucking fantastic.”

  “I’m sure you do,” Noel deadpans, eyes narrowing at his teammate.

  Oh, hell, my brother’s going into full overprotective mode.

  It reminds me of how wise our decision to hold off on coming clean is.

  Stepping between th
e two men, I state soothingly, “I’m sure Blake didn’t mean anything by that comment, Noel. He’s just being nice.”

  “Yeah, it is a pretty dress,” Landen chimes in, trying to help.

  My brother runs his hand down his face. “Jesus, I’m sorry, guys. I didn’t mean to jump down everyone’s throat. I’m just feeling fucking stressed right now.”

  “That’s understandable, dude.” Blake fumbles in his cargo shorts pocket, and then hands me my keys.

  I’m ready to take Noel home, as I do feel for him.

  But before we turn to leave, Landen offers to drive him home instead. “I’m heading out, anyway,” he says. “And I pretty much go right past your house, Noel.”

  My brother, sighing, replies, “Okay. That works.”

  Before he leaves, I give him a big hug.

  “I love you,” I tell him. “You know that, right?”

  He nods into my shoulder. “Yeah, sis, I do.”

  “Don’t worry,” I whisper. “Everything will work out with you and Maisie. You guys are just too good together.”

  As we pull apart, he murmurs, “I hope you’re right, on all those counts.”

  I really hope I am too. I want so badly for Maisie and my brother to be together and happy.

  Landen and Noel start to walk away, but before they’re completely around the corner, Noel turns back.

  Nodding to Blake, he says, “Hey, can you hang with my sister? I love these guys, but I don’t trust any of them. And with that dress she has on today…” He rolls his eyes at me before adding, “One of those bastards is sure to make a move before the night is over.”

  I have to keep myself from cracking a smile.

  Little does Noel know he just asked the one guy who’s already made multiple moves to keep an eye on me.

  Hee hee.

  Quietly, and with no one any the wiser, I think about how I can’t wait to continue what Blake and I started.

  Only this time, we won’t have Noel around to worry about.

  Yes!

  Shit, I Even Have Her Brother’s Blessing

  Shit, I just received Noelle’s brother’s blessing to “hang” with her.

  I know what that means.

  Or, rather, I know what it means to me. I am getting this beautiful woman out of here and back to my house, where we can continue what we started in the damn bushes.

  I’m going to have to do something really fucking nice for Landen for offering to drive Noel home. He saved us big-time. Not only did he alert us that Noel was looking for us at the barbeque, but if Noelle had had to take her brother back to his house, our fun times would’ve ended for the night.

  Now we have a second chance.

  And I’m not blowing it.

  “So,” I begin, raising a brow as I turn to Noelle, “what do you want to do now?”

  She steps toward me, smiling coyly. “I don’t know, Blake. Do you have any ideas?”

  Ah, I like this game.

  We play it so well.

  “Do I ever,” I murmur.

  Snaking her arms up around my neck, she presses her lips to my skin and whispers, “How about if you share a few of those ideas with me?”

  “I think I have a better plan.”

  “Yeah, what’s that?”

  “How about I show you a few of my great ideas?”

  Leaning back, her gorgeous blues meeting my hungry gaze, she says, “Sounds good to me. But where should we go? My place or yours?”

  I raise a brow. “Mine is closer.”

  “Ooh, I think it’s decided, then.”

  “Yep, my place it is.”

  Jerking my chin to the low murmuring from the not-too-faraway crowd, I ask, “Should we go say goodbye to everyone?”

  “Nah.” Noelle shakes her head. “We’ll get tied up if we do that. And, Blake, the only person I care to be tied up with, or by, is you.”

  Shit, this woman.

  With the thought of her bound and at my mercy, I rasp, “We can totally make that happen, you know?”

  “Fuck, Blake.”

  “Shit, Noelle.”

  So quickly it’s not even funny, we make our escape.

  The only thing that sucks is we have to drive to my house in separate cars since we couldn’t come to the barbeque in just one. Maybe in some ways it’s better. My anticipation is heightened, my want for Noelle stronger than ever as I make my way home.

  This is a good slow burn.

  And I can’t fucking wait to explode.

  “Damn,” I mutter to myself.

  By the time we reach the house, I want Noelle so badly that after I park in the driveway, I jump out and race over to her car before she’s even fully stopped.

  She’s as needy as I am, though, swinging open the driver’s door and practically tumbling from her seat as she falls into my waiting arms.

  I grind out, “I want you.”

  And she tells me, “I need you.”

  We barely make it into the house.

  Once we do, it’s wild and crazy.

  My lips are on hers and hers on me.

  Clothes are flying in every direction as we make our way up to my bedroom.

  I don’t know who’s removing what, as our hands are everywhere. But I am fully aware when I’m peeling off that sexy dress, cupping Noelle’s beautiful breasts, caressing her ass, and finally, finally sliding my fingers along, and then into, her soaked pussy.

  “So wet for me,” I murmur into her ear.

  “Make me wetter,” she demands.

  “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

  Tossing her onto my huge bed, which makes her giggle and yelp, I part her legs and burrow my head between them.

  She thinks my fingers were nice?

  She has no idea.

  I lick and taste her folds, sucking her clit into my mouth as I work her to the edge.

  Noelle writhes beneath me, chanting, “More, more, I want more, Blake.”

  I give her what she’s asking for, more fingers, more licking, more tasting as I push her further and further.

  When she topples over the edge, coming again and again, hard, pulsing beneath my mouth, she moans, “Please…”

  I climb up her body. “Please what, beautiful?”

  “Please fuck me. Fuck me hard, Blake, fuck me soft—I want it every way possible from you.”

  “Damn, woman.”

  You’ve never seen a man grab a condom so fast. I’m glad I keep them close by in the nightstand drawer.

  Settling back between Noelle’s legs, I position my cock at her entrance.

  “Are you totally sure you want this to happen?” I ask. “You know there’s no turning back.”

  “I know,” she tells me. “I want this, I do. I’m done waiting. I want this so much it hurts.”

  With a smirk, I ask, “So, which way do you want it first? You want it slow…or do you want it fast?”

  Voice thick with lust, she says, “Surprise me.”

  So I do.

  I start out slow, very slow, pushing into her only an inch, then two, making her crazier with want than even before.

  Noelle tries so hard to take in more of me, pushing her hips up and wiggling.

  But I rasp, “No, I control the pace.”

  There’s nothing she can do, nothing but moan and pant and beg for more.

  When she arches her neck, pushing her head back into the pillows, I finally give her a little more.

  “Ahh…”

  Another inch and she’s moaning, “Jesus, Blake.”

  One more, maybe two. I’m almost there.

  This time she growls, “Fuck me now!”

  It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, so I slide all the way in.

  Together, we breathe out a collective, “Yes!”

  I move slowly, tenderly, savoring her tight-as-fuck pussy.

  “Noelle… Noelle.”

  “Blake.”

  I press my forehead to hers as I do something I rarely do—I make love.
It’s soft and sweet, and it sends her right over the edge once more.

  When she opens her eyes, we’re still joined as one.

  Softly, she whispers, “Can I confess something?”

  “Please do.”

  “I think I may be falling for you, Blake Cavaletti.”

  I chuckle, moving inside her, making her suck in a breath.

  And then, softly, I tell her, “Fall away, baby, because I’ve already fallen for you.”

  Working On My Own Love Story

  Okay, so Blake and I are falling for one another. We’ve declared as much. But I’m soon reminded it’s only a start and we’re not quite there yet.

  We’re not the problem—things are better than ever with us—but stupid life keeps getting in the way.

  It starts that Tuesday after Labor Day. I have to get up extra early that morning. I’m at Blake’s, of course, after a night of the best sex of my life.

  And, damn it, I can’t even stay.

  It’s impossible. I have no change of clothes, no makeup, no books, nothing at his place. I’m going to have to rush home to my townhouse so I can make it to my first class that’s at eight o’clock.

  Blake is already gone, as he had to go in for an extra early practice this morning.

  That means there are no goodbyes, no sweet farewell kisses. Just me closing the front door and leaving.

  It only gets worse for us.

  The first week of my last year of graduate school proves to be a nightmare. There are so many assignments, extra projects, and a huge test already scheduled for this Friday.

  “I’m so sorry,” I tell Blake Thursday night when we’re FaceTiming. “I don’t think I can do anything this evening.”

  We had plans to go see a movie, but there’s just no way. I have to study.

  “I can’t fail the very first test,” I say. “And there’s still so much freaking material to go over.”

  “I could come over and help you?” he offers.

  It’s a sweet gesture, but I have to decline.

  Sighing, I say, “You know as well as I do that I’ll get nothing done if you come over.” With a snicker, I add, “I’ll be too busy attacking you.”

  “And that’s a bad thing?” he quips.

  “It is when I have other responsibilities, Blake.”

  Resignedly, he says, “I know. And you’re right. I actually have a bunch of stuff I need to do for the team tomorrow, so it’s probably for the best that we do our own thing tonight.”