Breaking the Ice: A Sports Romance Novel (Ice Breaker Series Book 1)

by Victoria St. George

  Her mouth glided along my cock skillfully, sucking with just enough intensity to drive me to toward the brink of my control without tipping me over. My hips began to move, thrusting into her mouth slightly. She accepted the movements, relaxing her mouth enough so that I could slide deeper, dipping into her throat. The sensation was incredible and finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I withdrew from her mouth and lowered her head carefully back to the bed.

  Moving backwards, I positioned myself over her and leaned down so that my chest brushed against the hardened tips of her nipples. She licked her lips and I touched them with mine, taking the moment to calm down slightly so that I could regain my control over myself and know that I wasn't going to come within seconds. Finally, I felt like I had a grasp on myself again and I reached down to touch her thigh. I eased it up slightly and brought my hips forward to touch her hot, wet opening. She was still dripping from the climax that had nearly sent me over the age as I felt it around my tongue and fingers, and I couldn't wait to feel her surrounding me.

  Hannah drew her leg up further. The movement opened her even further, causing me to sink slightly into her. I groaned at the feeling of her walls embracing me and pushed forward, plunging fully into her as I kissed her with greater insistence. She was incredibly hot and tight, making me feel fully enveloped by her.

  We stayed still for several seconds getting accustomed to the feeling of our bodies melding. Our breath synchronized and the rush of it was the only sound in the room. I allowed my body to lower slightly so that my chest rested against hers, allowing me to feel the beat of her heart against my ribcage. When I felt her body relax, I started to move. As my hips rolled against hers, I sank deeper and deeper into her. She moaned and writhed as I stroked her, her eyes closing as she seemed to lose herself in the luxurious, indulgent feeling of our bodies moving together.

  Hannah's hands touched my back and I felt them glide along my skin. She pressed into my muscles with the tips of her fingers, drawing me down onto her so that more of my weight pressed her into the mattress beneath her. Having her completely open and enjoying my body with abandon beneath me made me feel strong and powerful. Just as I had expected, this was an experience unlike any that I had ever had. Rather than just me having fun with the willing body that was handed over to me, I was invested in Hannah, connected to her in a way that I wasn't sure how to process.

  Instead of trying to understand what I was feeling, I just gave myself over to it. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the incredible sensation of being inside of her. She lifted her head and kissed my shoulder, grazing at my skin with her teeth. Suddenly I felt her mouth come to my ear. She traced it with the tip of her tongue and then whispered to me.

  "Let go," she said.

  The words sent me to a new degree of arousal and my pace quickened. She whimpered and moaned beneath me and I felt her draw both of her knees up so that the tips of her toes were the only thing touching the mattress. The position gave me complete access to her and I thrust within her harder and faster. I could hear the sounds pouring from my chest growing louder and deeper. I opened my eyes and looked down at her, finding her staring up at me. Our eyes met and I couldn't hold on any longer.

  I roared as I rushed headlong into orgasm and felt it crash over me. As soon as I throbbed within her, Hannah let out a cry and I felt her body squeeze around me as she tumbled into another climax. The contractions of her walls met each of my pulses, drawing me in deeper as I spilled into her body. I stayed in place, pushed as deep into her as I could until our bodies calmed and quieted.

  Finally, I withdrew from her and slid to the side. She curled into my body, settling in against me as if molded to the spot. I kissed the top of her head and felt her hand come up to rest on my chest. Before I could think of anything else, my eyes closed and we drifted to sleep.

  I woke up the next morning to an empty place in the bed beside me. Before the emotions could completely take over, though, the door to my bathroom opened and Hannah stepped out. She was wearing my shirt from the night before and looked even sexier than when he was all dressed up. I smiled at her as she approached the bed.

  "I hope this is OK," she said, indicating the shirt. "I didn't want to try to put my skirt back on right this second."

  "It's fine," I said, pulling the covers back to open up the spot beside me again.

  She climbed in and I leaned my head down to kiss her. Our lips met and I felt the desire surge within me again. An instant later, however, I heard a timid knock on the door.

  "Daddy?" Gavin's tiny voice said through the door.

  "Come on in, buddy," I called, not thinking about the fact that Hannah was in bed with me.

  Somehow it seemed so completely natural that it didn't even cross my mind that it was a strange situation until Gavin opened the door and I saw his eyes widen. He was wearing my favorite of his pajamas, a blue and red footed suit, and carrying his teddy bear by the arm. He looked so small and innocent, and I felt a wave of guilt wash over me.

  "Daddy," he said, taking another step closer to us, "did you have a sleepover last night?"

  I struggled to think of how he would even know the term and then remember that we had read a book a few days before about the youngest child of a family of bears preparing for her first slumber party. The idea had seemed exotic and thrilling to Gavin, and now it seemed that he had stumbled on his first real-life application.

  "Yes," I said. "Hannah and I had a sleepover last night."

  I could feel Hannah sinking into the bed as if trying to hide, but I kept the wide smile on my face, hoping to gloss over the situation.

  "I want to come!" Gavin suddenly exclaimed and came running for the bed, jumping on and scrambling toward us.

  Despite initially trying to hide from him, as soon as Gavin crawled toward her, Hannah sat up and made space for him between us. She pulled the covers back and my son climbed in, happily nestling his way into the warmth of the bed. I couldn't help but feel a swell of joy filling me as the three of us settled down and cuddled up together. This was what a family was supposed to be like. I never had the opportunity to give this type of family to my son, and even though Hannah was not his mother, I couldn’t deny the feeling of comfort and relaxation that came over me as we lay there together.

  I leaned down and kissed Gavin on the head.

  "Where's Alma?" I asked.

  "She's making me breakfast," Gavin said.

  "Oh, well then I bet she's waiting for you. You should go on down with her."

  Gavin wriggled further down in the bed and made an adorably defiant pouting noise. Hannah giggled and I felt another surge of emotion toward her.

  "I want to stay with you," he said. "You are finally home. I want to be at the sleepover."

  I laughed and gave Gavin a tight squeeze.

  "Alright. Why don't you go downstairs and tell Alma that I'm home and that I'm taking the day off, so she can, too."

  "You're taking the day off?" both Gavin and Hannah asked at the same time.

  I laughed again and nodded.

  "Yes, to both of you. I was just scheduled for a workout and extra practice today, but I'm going to call out. I'll tell them that I need some extra rest before the game in a couple days."

  Gavin let out a delighted squeal and disappeared beneath the covers. The blankets bumped and rolled as he crawled his way as fast as he could down to the end of the bed and then dropped down onto the floor. I felt my heart swell as he ran out of the room, his tiny feet pounding on the floor as he rushed down to the kitchen to dismiss the nanny.

  "He's so excited to have you home," Hannah said.

  I moved my arm to open the space beside me again, inviting her to cuddle up to me again. She took the invitation happily, sliding into the space that had previously been occupied by Gavin and tucking herself into the nook of my body.

  "He really does like his nanny," I assured her. "He's acting like he can't stand her."

  "No," she said, "he's acting lik
e he is happy that is daddy is home and is going to spend the day with him. It doesn’t matter how much he likes his nanny. She doesn't replace his father."

  Her words touched me and I leaned down to rest my lips tenderly on hers. She sighed into the kiss and I cradled her closer to my body. Our mouths parted and she rested her forehead against mine.

  "I should go."

  "What?" I asked, feeling slightly blindsided by the sudden declaration. "Why?"

  She had already moved away from me and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. I reached out and touched my hand to her back.

  "I didn't really intend to spend the night here with you," she said.

  "I know," I told her, "but it happened. And I'm glad that it did."

  She shook her head slightly.

  "I really need to go. I have work to do and you really should spend time with Gavin."

  "We can spend time with him together," I said. "He obviously likes you."

  "I like him, too."

  She pulled away from my touch as she stood up and started dressing.

  "Then why can't you stick around and hang out with us? We'll have breakfast and then maybe head to the park so Gavin can play. Have a picnic. See a movie."

  "Jake," she said, turning toward me as she finished dressing. "I know what you're thinking and I need you to just stop."

  "What do you mean?" I asked.

  She looked at me with an expression that immediately told me that she wasn't going to stay.

  "Jake," she said again. Every time that she said my name it felt worse. "This doesn't change anything. I didn't ignore your calls for no reason. I can't be tangled up with a hockey player. It would risk my career and I've worked far too hard to get to where I am to throw it away."

  "What if you weren't throwing it away?"

  Hannah shook her head.

  "You can't promise me that I wouldn't be. I know your reputation. Of course, now I've proven it. This was fun, Jake, but that's all it can be. If you still want to do an interview with me, call Gloria and set up a time. That's all I can offer you, though. Have fun with Gavin today."

  Without another word, Hannah rushed out of the room.

  "Hannah!" I heard Gavin's tiny voice call.

  "I have to go now, Gavin. Your daddy is waiting for you upstairs. You two are going to have so much fun today. He said he is going to take you to the park and you are going to have a picnic together."

  Gavin squealed with delight again and I heard his little footsteps running up the stairs, muffling the sound of Hannah leaving the house.

  Hannah

  "Gloria, I need you to not ask any questions, not make any comments, and when all of this is over, you are to completely forget about what I am about to say or what you are going to do. Are we clear?"

  I was rushing down the long, curving driveway in front of Jake's house, trying to pull my skirt down, my shirt up, and everything out to cover as much of my skin as possible. The early morning air was colder than I had anticipated it would be when I rushed out of the house and I was shivering before I was even far enough away not to be able to see the front door when I looked over my shoulder.

  "Are you dead?" Gloria asked in a groggy-sounding voice.

  I pulled the phone away from my ear and gave it a quizzical look, then put it back.

  "No."

  "Then why in the living hell are you calling me at this ungodly hour of the morning?"

  "You know that people are awake right now, right? Like this is a perfectly normal time for human beings to be up and going about their day? I also think that we need to have another little chat about professionalism."

  "If we are not in the office, there is no such thing as professionalism."

  I heard a muffled grunt in the background and then Gloria giggled.

  "Oh, lord, Gloria. Tell me that you didn't go home with one of the hockey players from the party last night."

  "Of course, not!" Gloria said.

  "Thank goodness. I was –"

  "One of them came home with me."

  I sighed and rubbed my eyes, feeling a raging headache coming on. I was still stumbling through the early morning brain fog toward the end of the driveway and I could hear a car coming up behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw a vehicle that could only be described as the epitome of practicality coming toward me, a woman who looked exactly like Aunt Bea behind the wheel.

  "Awesome. Alright, well, I need you to disengage yourself from whatever situation you are currently in – of which I need absolutely no details now or in the future, thank you – and come rescue me."

  "Rescue you?" Gloria asked, suddenly sounding less dazed. "Is everything OK? Are you alright?"

  "I'm fine. I'm just a little…stranded."

  "Yeah, I noticed that you disappeared last night. I was wondering where you got yourself off to without having your car."

  "It warms my heart that you were so concerned about my wellbeing and safety that you didn't call to check on me, and then found solace in the pads of a hockey player whose name I'm at least hoping that you know."

  "Not exactly."

  "His number?"

  "47?"

  "Oh, Gloria."

  "Whatever. I had fun. So what happened to you? Do I need to rescue you from an interview misadventure? Are you locked in an ice rink or stadium somewhere?"

  "Um, no," I said, coming to the gate at the end of the driveway.

  I barely even remembered it from the night before. I shook it, realizing quickly that it was locked. I walked along the gate until I came to a portion of the stone wall that surrounded the house.

  "Then what's going on?"

  "Well," I said, taking off my shoes and tossing them along with my bag over the wall. I secured my foot against the wall, said a prayer that I would somehow remember my tree-climbing days from when I was younger and launched myself up and over the top. I landed hard, but quickly regained my composure. "Um. I went home with a hockey player last night."

  Twenty minutes later I was walking along the road in the direction that I hoped was the hotel from the night before when I heard the rumble of a car slowing down behind me. It pulled up to my side and the window rolled down.

  "Hey, slut," Gloria called out to me. "Want a ride?"

  "That was a little bit uncalled for," I said, yanking open the passenger door and sliding in beside her.

  "Asking if you wanted a ride?" Gloria teased. "I mean, I guess it was a little presumptuous, but you did call me and ask me to rescue you, so…"

  "I'm not a slut," I said, pulling the seatbelt over my body and clicking it insistently.

  "So you can judge me for bringing a guy home with me, but I can't judge you, even just a little bit, for going home with one?"

  I sighed and nodded.

  "Alright, you can judge me." I sighed and slammed my head back against the headrest, closing my eyes as if to prevent myself from having to acknowledge what was going on around me. "I think that I'm judging me a little."

  Gloria giggled and turned off on the side of the road, starting back toward the hotel so that I could pick up my car.

  "It's really not a big deal, Hannah," she said. "This happens all the time. Just think of it this way…now you have better insight into all those girls who you have to fight off to get into the locker room for your interviews after games."

  "Exactly what I need."

  Gloria laughed again and shook her head as she took a turn.

  "I told you that you don’t know how to have any fun."

  "It's not about the fun, Gloria. I told you. I can't get involved with an athlete. It would threaten my entire career."

  "I don't understand that," Gloria said. "People date athletes. It does happen. It's not like there is some law that says that the only interactions that professional athletes are allowed to have with women are casual flings and one night stands."

  "People who build their entire career on athletes don't date them. There is too much risk for nastiness and com
plication. If people found out that I was dating one of the most popular men in sports, my reputation would immediately be shot. I wouldn't have any objectivity anymore. It would seem like all I cared about was him and his career, and if I had to report on anyone else or any other team, there would be rumblings about me coloring my report based on that guy, or that I was being petty, or, worse, that I wasn't being loyal to this man. It's hard enough being taken seriously as a sports reporter when you're a woman. I just can't afford to make it any more complicated by people thinking that my life revolves around Jake Wilson."

  As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regretted saying them. Gloria gasped beside me, and I lifted my hand to cover my mouth, shaking my head and wishing that I could just rewind the last few seconds and not actually mention his name.

  "Jake Wilson?" Gloria asked, her voice becoming higher. "You went home with Jake Wilson last night?"

  "Yes," I said, "but please, I need you to remember that you are not allowed to mention this to anyone."

  "That's why you started walking rather than just letting me come get you at his house." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her expression drop and her eyebrows furrow. "Wait a minute. Why did I have to come pick you up? Did he refuse to bring you back to your car? Is he really as much of an ass to women as people say that he is?"

  She was starting to get worked up and I held my hands out to her to try to calm her down.

  "He didn't refuse to bring me anywhere. In fact, he tried to get me to stay around for longer. I can't really say how he treats other women. All I know is how he treated me, and he definitely wasn't an ass."