Hearts On Ice

by Janae Keyes

  “All for you. Now, follow the petals. Put your hair up and take a bath. There’s something for you to wear on the bed. When you’re done, dinner will be ready.”

  I gave her beautifully round ass a smack to hurry her along, which did the trick because she hurried along, following the rose petals to the bathroom where I knew a hot bath and more candles were in store.

  In the kitchen, I had everything ready for a simple meal. I wasn’t much of a cook, but living with Lia for the past few months had taught me a few things. I’d keep it simple with lemon baked salmon, sautéed green beans, and rice pilaf.

  I turned on some sexy tunes, consisting of 90’s R&B classics. I removed my shirt and got to work. When Lia came out of the shower, I wanted to have a full meal prepared for her. After months of Lia’s loyal dedication to me and my problems, it was high time that I pamper her to show my appreciation.

  The moment I took the salmon from the oven, I heard the bedroom door. My timing was perfect. Moments later, Lia came into view, and I had to fight to keep Big Zeus in check. The champagne satin nightgown I’d bought for her fit her curves perfectly. The hem landed mid-thigh and I wondered how wet she was for me as I saw her take a deep breath.

  “Fuck, I’d rather eat you than this dinner, but I worked my ass off to prepare it, so I want you to enjoy it.” I took her by the hand and led her into our small dining room.

  Lia and I were in close quarters of the small condo, but our time had taught us so much about one another. I had learned I hated how long it took her to get ready. She let me know how she despised when I cut my toenails on the couch.

  “What’s the occasion for all of this?” Lia asked as I pulled her chair out and allowed her to sit.

  I put my hands on her shoulders and ran them down her warm skin, letting her lean back onto my bare chest. “There is no real occasion. I just wanted to make sure my lady was pampered for a night,” I said in a low voice as I stroked her cheek with my thumb.

  Lia grinned at my response and puckered her lips, waiting for mine.

  I bent down to her. The kiss began fairly innocent and slow, but I couldn’t keep myself from taking her face in my hands and pushing my tongue into her sweet little mouth. I needed to claim her as I’d done that very first time on New Year’s Eve.

  “Fuck dinner,” I growled into her mouth. “Fuck it to hell. I need you naked now. Come on, baby.” I yanked her curvaceous frame from the chair and picked her up.

  Lia giggled and slipped her arms around my shoulders as I carried her into our bedroom. Her lips were on my chest planting kisses up to my neck, her teeth giving me bites of love as she went. Sadly, she’d only spend a few minutes in the sexy nightgown, I was getting my treat, my girl, and all of her.

  I placed her on her feet. The silk of her gown soft under the tips of my fingers as I ran them toward the hem. Taking the fabric into my grasp, I took no time to pull it over her head to reveal her perfectly bathed naked body.

  Everything about Lia was perfect to me. I’d never been with a girl who kept my attention to intensely. No woman could ever replace Lia in my life. From the way she supported me, and even through the crap she was dealt from the outside world. There were those who didn’t understand her devotion to me.

  Like lightening, Lia’s quick fingers shot to my belt, button, and zipper. She yanked my jeans down my legs. Lia was anxious for what I wanted to give her, so the moment Zeus was free, she climbed on me and wrapped her legs around my waist.

  Her mouth attacked mine with a fierce veracity. Lia was a graceful princess in everyday life, but in the bedroom she was a wild animal. I craved her intensity when we were together.

  “Tonight, I want to give you more than everything, baby. I want to love you and fuck you. I want to eat you and take you. I need you to tell me that you’re mine, Lia,” I begged of her as I laid her on the bed, her hair wild and the moonlight giving her skin a perfect glow.

  “I’m always yours,” she breathed without a moment of hesitation.

  My hands, large, and rough, they spread her legs open to reveal her sweet pussy. I could already smell her arousal wafting up to my nostrils and urging me toward her.

  I’d devour her as if she were my last meal. I was ready to show her the world, shining, shimmering, and splendid as she would see stars as I took her to the highest high. Her voice would scream my name as if she were reciting scripture.

  My lips were on her skin and I kissed up her thigh. My teeth dug into her flesh and her whimpers were full of a painful pleasure that filled my ears, making me harder than I already was. Damn I figured that would be impossible. Lia made me a wild and starved animal.

  My tongue licked up her wet slit, and she squirmed underneath me. My hands were on her thighs as I pinned her to the bed. She was mine for the taking and I’d have every bit.

  Her lips joined my tongue as my entire mouth got involved, her sweet taste lingering on every taste bud in my mouth. I licked her swollen clit. It was aching for that sweet release I’d give her.

  “Always so fucking good,” I mumbled from inside her delicate folds.

  Lia’s hurried breaths and moans filled the air before I allowed one thigh free and pushed two fingers into her tight entrance. She gasped at my intrusion, but she grinded her hips against my hand, wanting more. She wanted more and I gave her more by inserting a third finger. She hummed in her pleasurable delight as I fucked her with my fingers and tongue, dragging her to her sweet end.

  “That’s it. Fuck my hand. Show me how bad you want it,” I growled at her, my head coming up to peer into her eyes. The look in her eyes was lustful and intense. “Sit up,” I demanded and she used her elbows and hands to push into the sitting position. “Watch my hand fuck your hot pussy.”

  “Mmm,” she moaned in sweet satisfaction.

  “Tell me how bad you want to cum,” I demanded.

  Lia was too quiet for me. She knew I loved when her innocent mouth spoke dirty to me. I needed her filthy words to lace the air around us.

  “I want it so bad,” she cried into the night air, but I needed more.

  “Tell me how fucking bad.”

  “I need it sooo fucking bad!”

  Instantly, she came, gripping my hand. Her head snapped back as she let out a moan that came from deep inside, her convulsions driving me insane.

  My mouth was back to her core, licking up the juices she’d let go. I’d make her cum again in only seconds as I sucked her clit and allowed my teeth to graze it. My prediction was correct as in mere seconds, her body shook under me again in a sweet aftershock of bliss.

  Her eyes were on me, the fire inside them had grown and I knew what she wanted, but it wouldn’t be time for that just yet. I not only wanted to worship the ground she walked on, I wanted to worship every dip and curve of her voluptuous body.

  My hands pressed her back into a laying position and I brought my body over hers, kissing every dip and praising every curve. I kissed up her flat stomach until I reached the first of her two glorious tits. Fuck, I’d be her slave until the end of time just to have her as mine.

  Her nipples were hard and I sucked one into my mouth while caressing the other. Her groans were sweet music to my ears. Giving her satisfying pleasure only kept me eager for the moment I could be buried inside her tight hole.

  “Max,” she hissed, her fingers running through my hair, caressing my scalp.

  “Yeah, baby girl,” I mumbled against her warm skin.

  “I need you. I need you so bad. Fuck me and fuck me hard. Don’t hold back. I want it,” she begged in a throaty voice that nearly made me spill my load right there on the bed.

  “Turn over,” I insisted as I pulled my body off hers.

  Lia flipped to her stomach, and my hands quickly gripped her hips and pulled her off the bed, dragging her sweet behind toward me.

  I dragged the tip of my cock over her opening, collecting her natural lubricants, and teasing her. She backed into me, indicating how bad she wanted and needed
me inside of her.

  “Tell me if I hurt you,” I said, my voice deep and filled with my animalistic desires.

  “You won’t, Max. Just do it. Get inside me and fuck me hard.” She could barely breathe as she huffed out her heated words.

  I’d never experienced Lia on such a high. I grinned to myself. I’d indeed corrupted her and done a damn good job at it.

  Slamming into her, I gave no warning. She screamed out in a heated bliss. Pulling out, I slammed into her over and over again. I lost myself in the act, my nails digging into her hips as I pushed deeper each time.

  “Oh God! You’re in so deep!” she cried between her huffs.

  “That’s it, baby. Take it. Take all of it,” I grunted as I refused to lose pace. I was going to fuck her senseless, and every single person who lived in the complex would know I owned Lia Crestwood’s pussy.

  “Mmm… Max!” My name spilled from her lips like an over-run dam.

  I couldn’t take it. I needed to see her eyes as she came. I needed to stare directly into her beautiful soul. Pulling out, I flipped her to her stomach and stared down at her. She was panting and my eyes couldn’t leave her plump lips.

  Leaning down, I pressed my lips to her, giving her a sensual kiss that spilled my heart to her. I’d give her all my love and devotion for the rest of my life. There was no doubt of that.

  My hand grabbed up her leg and placed it over my shoulder before I re-entered her tight sweetness, but this time not as hard. I wanted to savor our moments and give her passion in my every move.

  Before I knew it, we were both yelling out in pleasure, my eyes staring into hers. A tear fell from her eye as all the love we shared exploded. I could be the best athlete around, but without the love of this beautiful woman, I was nothing but the shell of a man.

  27

  Lia

  From the moment our plane landed, I had a high I only felt at the Olympics. After years of hard work, an injury that could have taken me out of the game, and falling in love with my biggest cheerleader, I’d arrived in Pyeongchang, South Korea.

  The Olympic village was filled with that intense buzz from athletes arriving and getting prepared for the rough weeks of competition ahead. We were the best of the best and we would display that to everyone in the world. We would inspire others, and give hope to nations through our God-given skills.

  “There’s my girl,” my man cooed from the door of my room. I spotted him leaning against the doorframe looking good enough to eat. I would have jumped him if it wasn’t for my roommates.

  The Olympics was like the college experience I never got because I didn’t live on campus as I studied for my degree. Team USA had their own building block and we shared rooms. I had two roommates. One was a figure skater and the other a skier.

  “And the boyfriend has arrived,” mocked my fellow skater from her bed as she sat painting her nails.

  Madelyn Hendrix was extremely talented and one of my biggest competitors on my team. At only eighteen, she had an advantage over me because she was faster, thinner, and obviously younger.

  “Are you ready to get some food?” Max asked.

  I nodded and grabbed my bag from the bed, leaving with a wave to Madelyn. Max’s hands slipped around my hips as we entered the hall. He pulled me close and gave me a mind-blowing kiss. I leaned into him before he broke away and I peered into his gray eyes.

  “The guys are going out tonight after the opening ceremony. I’ll have the room to myself. You can come over,” he suggested.

  “Maybe,” I answered as he took my hand into his and we moved through the building toward the front doors.

  We entered the cool air of the South Korean city and Max held me close to keep me warm. There were people everywhere, from every nation. It was great to be in an international environment. Although we were there to compete, feeling of brotherhood and sisterhood filled the air.

  “I’m so excited about tonight. The opening ceremony is my favorite part,” I told Max as we continued walking hand in hand.

  “Mine too,” he acknowledged as we took in the village.

  Max had been offered the chance to carry our nation’s flag, but he’d turned it down, explaining that he wanted to walk with me. He considered that a bigger honor than carrying the flag.

  “Lia Crestwood!” a heavily accented voice yelled. Max and I turned to see two young girls with Team Czech Republic jackets on.

  As the girls approached us, they seemed nervous. One swooned like she could pass out any moment.

  “Hello,” I greeted politely.

  “Hello! We skate with Czech Republic. Can we take picture with you?” one girl asked me as she pulled out her cell phone.

  “Of course!” I cheered sweetly before I directed Max to take the picture for us.

  I posed with the two girls and Max snapped away. They both thanked me before they scurried away with a mess of giggles and smiles.

  “Ms. Popular,” Max gushed.

  The sound of the crowd was so loud. There were lots of cheers and music. The men and women who were announcing the countries as they entered the large stadium had to elevate their voices over the buzz. Team USA was huge and we were huddled together in our Ralph Lauren uniforms. Max held on to me as I snuggled in his arms for warmth.

  The time had arrived. I was excited when I heard the announcers present Team USA in English first and then in French and Korean.

  “The United States of America! Etats-Unis d'Amérique! Migug!”

  Our group moved slowly but surely, as we entered the stadium to a deafening explosion of screams, applause, and cheers.

  Max gripped my hand while I waved my mini flag with the other. The energy was electrifying and the atmosphere reeked of joy and pride. It was one of those times when no matter what was going on in the world or how shitty your government may have been, you were so fucking proud to be an American and let the world see it.

  Pausing for a moment, Max pulled me close and kissed me. As he released me, I realized he was taking a selfie of us. I stood on my toes and placed a peck on his cheek, the cameras all zooming in for a glimpse of our moment as I grinned up at him. Max and I were in it together. There was no stopping us now, and at the end of the day, win or lose, we had each other.

  “I love you,” Max whispered in my ear before he pulled me along with him and the rest of the team.

  We waved around at everyone and to the cameras as we were being broadcast live all over the globe. Everything continued with other countries being announced and the athletes being put into place for the next segment of the ceremony. I shivered in the cool evening air, and Max held me more snuggly in his arms and rubbed my shoulders.

  From the moment the Olympic flame was lit, it was on. It was time to show that my World Championship performance was a fluke and that I was back as a fierce competitor. Max on the other hand, he had to show that he’d grown through his treatment.

  Luckily for him, his drug use and treatment weren’t the biggest scandal when it came to Team USA’s hockey team. Derek Davis was kicked off the team just weeks before the Olympics when he was charged with the alleged rape of a seventeen-year-old girl. Someone much more deserving than that creep got a place on the team, and they were hotter than ever without the deadweight.

  “Lia, can I get a quick question?” a reporter asked as Max and I walked back to the Olympic village for a bit of alone time while his roommates were out.

  “Sure,” I said, feeling open and excited about what the next few weeks held for Max, Team USA, and me.

  “There are rumors that you might retire and this will be your last games. Is this true? Will you be saying goodbye to figure skating?”

  I laughed for a moment. “There is no leaving figure skating, but yes, I do plan to retire.”

  “May I ask why?”

  “I’ve accomplished everything I wanted to and I think it is time for me. Plus I have a life I want to chase. I want to start a family and explore something new without the constraints
of the sport on me.”

  “Does that mean you are planning on having children with Max Madden? Is a marriage pending?” The reporter was on a roll with questions after the initial one I’d agreed to.

  “Maybe one day. Right now, I have a gold medal to win. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go.” With a wave I walked away with Max gripping my hand.

  28

  Max

  We’d fucking done it! My guys and I cheered together in the locker room. Team USA had clawed our way to the finals. We had kicked Sweden’s ass and we would compete in the finals against Russia. Russia wouldn’t fucking know what hit them when we were done with them.

  “Fuck yes!” I shouted over the roar of my teammates. A bottle of champagne was handed to me and I ceremoniously shook it before removing the cork and splashed champagne everywhere before I handed it over to a teammate to partake in.

  After leaving the locker room, I was anxious to see my girl who’d been in the stands watching the game. Every now and then I glanced up and saw her cheering along with everyone else.

  It wasn’t hard to find Lia, she was waiting for me patiently in her Team USA jersey she’d had custom made. Lia was my personal cheerleader. She looked beautiful with her hair hanging over her shoulders, eyes shining, and sensual curves that were calling to me.

  “We’re going to kick Russia’s ass!” I shouted to Lia as I picked her up in my arms. I pressed my mouth to hers in a strong and lust-filled kiss.

  “When’s the game?” she asked me right away, excited.

  “It’s Friday night at seven.”

  She frowned in response.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “The ice skating finals are Friday night at seven,” she informed me, clearly distressed because of the conflict in our schedules.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I yelled loudly as I tried to wrack my brain.