HOT ICE: Complete Sporting Romance Series

by Lily Harlem

  “Yeah, Brick got into a ruck with a Penguin defenseman. He’s in the penalty box now for two minutes.”

  “That’s not long.”

  “Long enough for the opposition to score, which is what happens next. Cute wrist flick apparently but damn, Jackson should have stopped it.”

  “Ah, Jackson,” I said. “Perhaps he’s tired after his night with Harmony. Not up to the job today.”

  He laughed and his shoulder jostled against mine. “Yeah, I think she probably did drink him alive.”

  I giggled. “Do you mean eat him alive?”

  He shrugged, our shoulders touching again. “I don’t know, do I?”

  “Yes, that’s the saying.”

  He twirled his index finger near his head. “I am still learning all of your…sayings.”

  “I’ve noticed.”

  “There are so many of them and they make no sense.”

  “They make perfect sense.” I paused. “You must have sayings in Russian.”

  “Yes, of course.” He tipped his head. “Te, kto v ssorakh vstavit', chasto prikhoditsya protirat' krovavyy nos.”

  Oh, I loved the way he spoke in his native tongue. He’d done it last night, too, but then I’d been otherwise engaged. But hearing him now, with his throaty voice and watching his lips move, it set a slow burn of lust simmering inside of me.

  “What does that mean?” I managed.

  He nodded at the screen. “It means, people who get involved in others’ arguments often wipe a bloody nose.” He shrugged. “And it’s not unknown, particularly in Russia, for a linesman to get an elbow in the ribs or a stick around his ankles. Best to leave two fighting men alone.”

  “I like it. Tell me another.”

  He frowned as though concentrating and sipped on his beer. “Mmm, okay. Tam net nikakogo sposoba dlya dve smerti priyti k vam, no ot odnogo vy nikogda ne budete bezhat'.”

  I smiled and rested my hands on the table. “What does that one mean?”

  “There is no way for two deaths to come to you, but from one you will never run away.”

  “That’s true, death and taxes are two things we must all face with certainty.”

  “Yes.” Again he sipped his drink though this time he turned to the dark window. “We all must die.”

  I followed his gaze. Outside the pool was covered with tarpaulin and a few low lights were set around a statue of a female ballerina performing an arabesque. She held her arms high and her tutu puffed stiffly out behind her.

  “Have you eaten?” he asked, turning back to me.

  “No, not yet. We were late disembarking and then the trip to the hotel and then here, I—”

  “What kind of man am I?” he said, shaking his head. “We should go and find food, or they do burgers here…no, the restaurant is much nicer.”

  “Well, I don’t know, I’m only dressed in jeans and it looked very posh in there.” I smiled apologetically. “When you said sports bar I didn’t think it would be housed in a five-star hotel.”

  “I am sorry. I didn’t explain it very well to you.”

  “It’s okay.”

  He reached out and his fingers, cool from holding his drink, slipped over my ear and into my hair. “Sammy,” he said quietly and his eyes softening. “There is another Russian saying that is perfect for you.”

  “I…what is that?” My skin, over my head and down my neck, was tingling. I was becoming lost in his eyes. They were mesmerizing. When he looked at me, with such intensity, I felt like I was the only woman in the world.

  “Malen'kaya iskra mozhet vyzvat' bol'shoy pozhar.” He stroked down my neck and rested his hand over my left collarbone, the palm flat as though feeling for my heartbeat.

  “What does that mean?” I asked, swallowing and studying the way his pale brown eyelashes fanned out, casting small shadows on his cheeks.

  He smiled, leant in close and hovered his lips over mine. “A little spark may cause a big fire.” He brushed his mouth over mine. “That’s what happened to us. One look, one spark and whoosh…inferno.”

  “Yes…inferno.”

  “I saw you, in the parking lot,” he murmured. “All sexy and cute with your fluffy hair and red lips.”

  “You liked what you saw then?” Of course he had. He couldn’t have hidden it if he’d wanted to.

  “Hell yes and that was some spark, a nuclear spark.”

  I smiled. “I agree. Nuclear.” My nipples were straining against my bra. I was having to force myself not to squirm. Damn, I wanted him again. I wanted that raging furnace of lust to pour into my veins and be matched by his. “Russian boy,” I said, resting my hand on his thigh and sliding it upward, toward his groin.

  “Yes?”

  “I think we should get room service. Forget the restaurant or grabbing a burger.”

  His nostrils flared and he tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, let’s go light some big fires.” I skimmed my hand higher, to the interesting creases and tempting bulges in his jeans.

  “I’m glad this table is here,” he said, shutting his eyes.

  I explored and found the length of his cock through the material. He was heading toward full hardness. “Yes, I guess it wouldn’t be right for a superstar hockey player to be getting felt up in public.”

  “So far no one here has recognized me.” He paused and blew out a breath as I found the root of his shaft and gave a firm squeeze. “But…” he went on. “Hockey players are not exactly known for good behavior.”

  “I can agree with that.”

  “So maybe no one would be shocked.”

  “Maybe not.”

  He shifted a little and I cupped his balls. They were packed tight against the seam of his pants and I tickled my fingernails over them. Scratching the denim and sending vibrations through the fabric.

  “Ah, yebat’,” he muttered. “I’ve been thinking about you as I’ve traveled half way ’round the world. Nothing but you and what you do to me… so be careful or I might embarrass myself here.”

  “Wouldn’t that be fun.” I grinned and moved closer, so close I could feel his breath on my face.

  “No, I think…” He spoke onto my mouth, his lips moving against mine and the taste of beer intensifying. “I think…it could be damn uncomfortable and really fucking embarrassing.”

  “So shall we get out of here?”

  “Yes.”

  I tried to stand but he wrapped his arm around my waist and held me against him.

  “Sammy.”

  “What?”

  “You really are something else, you know that?”

  “What, because I can resist you?” I asked.

  “You can?” He raised his eyebrows.

  “On the plane.” I frowned. “I did then.”

  “Ah…okay.” He tugged me closer, so our chests touched. “I meant that you’re beautiful and sassy and so fucking sexy.” A small muscle flexed in his cheek. “I don’t take women for granted, you know? I am very privileged that you came here tonight. I didn’t think you would.”

  “You asked me to.”

  “Mmm, but I could tell you didn’t want to.”

  “I did, it’s just…”

  “What?”

  I hesitated. “It’s a long way across the city. I’ll have to leave in a few hours. Plus, cabs here are extortionate.”

  “So if I’d been in an airport hotel you would have said yes straight away?”

  I hesitated, unsure of the answer, then decided to keep him guessing. “I suppose that’s for me to know and for you to find out.” I disentangled myself from his grip and stood.

  He gulped down the last of his beer then darted out his tongue to swipe it over his top lip.

  “Come on,” I said, crooking my finger. “We don’t have long.”

  “Long enough.” He slapped his cap on and stood. “Long enough, Sammy.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Don’t rip it,” I squealed, batting Vadmir’s
hands away from the base of my cashmere sweater. “It’s Miu Miu.”

  “So remove it…fast,” he growled, towering over me with a predatory look in his eyes. “Or it will go the same way as your little panties did.”

  His dark expression did sinful things to the bad girl in me and I wanted more, more of his carnal cravings, more of his dirty desires.

  With hurried movements I tugged the sweater over my head. “Yes, you owe me new underwear,” I said, panting. “I haven’t forgotten.”

  “Yeah, tomorrow, I’ll buy you more tomorrow.” He ducked and nuzzled his face into my cleavage, pressing his palms over the outer edges of my breasts to hold them high and together.

  “Yebat’, you taste good,” he murmured, swiping his tongue over the lacy cups of my bra and then suckling my nipples through the fabric. “So good.”

  I moaned and clutched his head. The urgent, desperate heat of his sucking had my spine weakening.

  But I wanted flesh on flesh, so I grabbled at his long-sleeved top, pulling it up his back and trying to drag it over his head.

  He paused in what he was doing and finished the job for me. Tossing the top to the floor of his hotel room.

  I cupped his pectoral muscles in my hands, leaned forward and laved my tongue over his nipples.

  He groaned and slotted his hands into my hair, fisting it in his big hands. “I want it all,” he said hoarsely. “All of you.”

  “You’re going to get it,” I said, taking his right nipple between my teeth and giving it a teasing bite. At the same time, I squeezed his left with my thumb and index finger.

  He jerked. “Ah, yeah, you’re making me on fire for you, fuck…Sammy…”

  I delved downward and slipped my hand between his flat belly and the waistband of his jeans. His cock was hard and proud and straining upward, the tip escaping his briefs. Eagerly I channeled my finger through his slit, spreading the drop of moisture I found there.

  “Touch me all over, Sammy,” he said, his breath breezing over my hair. “The way I’m going to touch you. I want to be inside every bit of you.”

  I trailed kisses down his chest, the base of his ribs and poked my tongue into his navel. I then gave the tiny rise of flesh before his jeans another bite.

  “Little minx,” he gasped.

  “Lose these,” I said, popping open the button on his fly. “Now, before I rip them.”

  As he shoved the jeans and briefs away I folded to my knees. “Fuck my mouth,” I said, looking up at him, batting my eyelashes and licking my lips. “Fuck my mouth until you come.”

  He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed and he took my jaw in his palm. “Can you take it?”

  “Yes, all of it.”

  He squeezed my cheeks, forcing my mouth wide. “Open up.”

  I let my jaw hang slackly, only inches from his erection. My mouth was watering, saliva already pooling on my tongue. We’d done many things the night before, but apart from that one brief suck on his cock I had yet to taste him and I loved giving head, adored having an eager cock in my mouth.

  He eased forward and the tip slid between my lips. Warm and smooth, his aroused, salty flavor seeped onto my palate.

  I moved backward a little, so my shoulders were supported by the wall and gripped his hips to steady myself.

  “More,” he said, “can you take more…?”

  I nodded, his dick moving within my mouth.

  He pressed in farther and I wrapped one hand around the section of his shaft that I wasn’t accommodating orally.

  He moaned and a tremble traveled through his body.

  I shut my eyes, loving the warm density of his cock. His veins were throbbing at the surface, pulsating against the roof of my mouth.

  I coiled my tongue around his cock and eased him in deeper. He took the hint and slid right to the back of my throat.

  For a second my gag reflex nearly overwhelmed me, but I beat it down and pulled in air through my nose. I could feel him lodged there, so far down, and I swallowed, the action pulling on the tiny bit of slack skin at the end of his dick.

  “Ah, that’s it, fuck me, so good, dah, dah,” he said, banging one hand onto the wall above me and the other curling around to the nape of my neck.

  He set up a thrusting motion with his hips, shoving in and out of me and holding me still. It wasn’t a gentle rhythm, it was rough and tough and I struggled to take it. But I would and I could. Saliva dripped from my chin, my breaths were noisy and ragged. I loved it, I loved that he didn’t treat me like I might break. I loved how he held me so firm and took what he wanted the way I did with him.

  “That is enough…” he said, suddenly pulling out. “I want to be inside you, properly. I want you to come with me.”

  I sucked in air and dragged the back of my hand over my chin to collect the moisture. But as soon as I’d done that I was standing again. He’d pulled me up, his hands beneath my arms, and plonked me onto my feet.

  “Like this,” he said, spinning me round. “Against the wall, Sammy. You know you’ll love it.”

  “Condom.” I gasped as he dragged down my jeans and yanked my boots off in wild, pitching movements. “Condom, Vadmir.”

  “Fuck.” He left me for a moment and I stepped out of my jeans, then my panties. I was pleased they weren’t going to bite the dust like the previous pair.

  “If we’d had a bit of privacy on that damn plane,” he said breathlessly, “This is what I’d have done to you.” He pressed his chest into my back and forced me against the wall, my right cheek squashing on the cool paintwork. “I’d have taken you from behind as you looked out the window at the earth far below. We’d have joined the high miles club as I ground into you hard, so fucking hard…” As he’d spoken the last two words he’d found my entrance with the tip of his cock and pushed in an inch.

  “Ah, ah, please, Vadmir,” I gasped, parting my legs and shoving my ass into him. I arched my spine, giving him better access.

  “It is good, yes?”

  “Yes, good, fuck, give me all of you.” I was so wet for him, normally this position required foreplay or lube but damn, I was dripping; dripping and desperate for his whole length to bury deep.

  “Here it is.”

  I shut my eyes and gave over to sensation.

  He rammed in, trapping me between his body and the wall. I felt weak. I wanted to focus on nothing but him driving into me. I couldn’t concentrate on keeping my limbs functioning. But it didn’t matter, because again he had me. I was encased in his arms, impaled on his cock. His wide thighs were behind my legs, blocking me in, bracing me tight.

  The sound of his belly slapping against my ass cheeks clapped around the room. The heated scent of our arousal swirled and puffed between our bodies with each thrust.

  My pussy was clasping and aching. The sweet soreness of his big cock stretching me wide and pounding against my G-spot was bliss.

  I clawed at the wall and gasped his name, “Vadmir…”

  He smacked his hands over mine, and our fingers interlaced. “Can you come like this?” he asked breathlessly against my ear.

  “Yes, yes, it’s just right, so deep…” And it was. A glorious G-spot orgasm was tearing toward me. Deep and satisfying, the pressure was building. He was getting it just right. “Don’t stop…”

  He didn’t. He kept on going. For a moment I felt like I needed to pee and then the feeling passed and I toppled over the edge and let my orgasm consume me.

  Still he pounded on. As I cried out, he held me tight and drove me ever upwards. My pussy spasmed around him. My whole pelvis was contracting and releasing.

  “Come, come with me…” I wailed.

  But he didn’t. He just continued to surge his thick cock into me over and over. He was so near, moments away. I could tell, by his breaths, and the absolute solidness of his cock.

  Eventually he slowed and my orgasm faded. I was panting hard, enjoying the final pulses of my climax that seemed to gather all the muscles in my pelvis and drag th
em together.

  “You didn’t…” I gasped.

  “Sammy, the night is young.” He pulled out and wrapped me in his arms, holding my back into his chest.

  I sagged against him. My bra, still in place, was pressing on his forearm. I felt boneless. Vadmir had a way of wringing an orgasm from me that left me one hundred percent sated. My knees gave way. “Oh…”

  “Shh…” he said, spreading kisses down my neck and onto my shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

  I managed a meek nod.

  “Rest,” he said, “and then you’ll be ready to go again.”

  I wasn’t convinced, but rest sounded like a great idea.

  He steered me to the bed and we lay down, in the same position we’d been standing. His thick cock was nestled between my ass cheeks—greedy, hungry but also patient.

  I sighed as he continued to gently drop sweet kisses onto my neck, my shoulder and into my nape. They were delicate little touches of his lips, so different to his actions of moments ago. He’d shifted from a wild storm of passion to a peaceful calm. No wonder I was dizzy.

  My thoughts fudged as a pleasant doze washed over me. The mattress was so soft, like marshmallow, and I was sinking lower. A dreamy state harnessed my thoughts as Vadmir stroked and caressed me into a slumber.

  He pulled away for a moment and then slotted back in, palming my ass cheeks. “Hey, Sammy,” he whispered, “are you awake?”

  “Mmm,” I said, half twisting to receive a kiss.

  “You’ve still got energy, right?” His breaths were hot on my cheek.

  “Yes, what’s an eighteen-hour flight? Not tiring at all.”

  He released my bra and pushed it down my arm so I could wriggle out of it.

  “You want to sleep?” he asked.

  “Hell no. You haven’t had your fun yet, Russian boy. Sleep is not on the agenda until that happens.”

  I felt him smile against my shoulder, his cheek bunching on my skin. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “How do you want to come?” I asked, wondering if he wanted my breasts again. He’d enjoyed that the previous evening.

  “Well…” he said, tweaking my nipples. “You really want to know?”