by Teagan Kade
She stops at the bottom of the stairs, looks fucking beautiful. The designer fashion is gone completely. She wears simple jeans and a navy button-down sweater, her breasts, her ass, everything about her casual perfection. I should rush down there, sweep her into my arms, but the argument we had lingers between us, has created a wall I can’t seem to penetrate.
She nods to the shotgun. “Not exactly the kind of welcome I was expecting.”
I turn and place it against the cabin wall. “Sorry.”
She shrugs. “Well, here I am.”
“How did you get past the gate?”
“It was unlocked. Do you want to talk?”
I nod. “For once in my life, I do.”
A dog comes whipping out behind me, barking around Wren’s heels. She reaches down to scratch his side. “And who’s this?”
I nod down at the little Jack Terrier. “Zeus The Second. I needed some company, so…”
She’s smiling. “He’s beautiful.”
I prepare us two coffees inside, take a seat at the kitchen table. “I didn’t think you’d come back,” I start.
Zeus II is curled up on Wren’s lap. She scratches the area behind his head, his tiny face wrinkling and unwrinkling with the motion. “I thought you weren’t a big dog guy.”
“I’m not, but I will be for you.”
She reaches up to hold the coffee with two hands, stares down into the steam rising from it. “You hurt me, Carter. What you said…”
“It was a mistake,” I agree. “Words I can’t take back, and I’m sorry. Truly, I never meant what I said.”
“I’m sorry too,” she says meekly. “I can’t pretend to know what kind of relationship you and David had. Was I upset you knew about the cheating and didn’t tell me? Of course, but I can understand why you maybe wouldn’t want to tell me, that you were jealous I chose David instead of you.”
I want to deny it, purely out of instinct, but I nod instead. “You’re right, but the worst part? I was kind of happy, pleased that your choice was coming back to bite you, and that’s fucking terrible, I know. I’m ashamed, embarrassed. I should have told you. I didn’t, and I’m sorry. That’s all I can say, but…” I take a deep breath, try to impart poetry here, but words were never my strong suit. I speak with actions. David was the one with the power of speech. “What I know now, right now, is that I’ve never been this happy. Being with you, us… It’s better than I imagined, and trust me, I did a lot of imagining inside.”
She gives a small laugh at that.
“You made your choice,” I continue. “But that’s in the past, and I don’t like to bring up the past when I’m trying to plan for the future.”
“What do you mean?”
I shift my chair closer to her. “I mean that I need you, Wren. I can’t live without you. I fucked up. I might again. Who knows? But I do know I want you in my life. Fuck it. I’ll do damn near anything to get you back… if you’ll have me.”
The smile returns. “Did you work on your groveling skills while you were inside as well?”
“Only for extra TV time.”
She plays with the handle of the mug. “Tell me, Carter. Open up to me. What happened in there?”
“I won’t lie,” I tell her. “Prison was difficult. I was the closest thing they had to a celebrity in there, but it didn’t buy me any favors—quite the opposite.”
Wren is concern incarnate. “What happened?”
I keep looking at the woods through the window. I don’t know who I’m waiting for. “The first night three men slipped into my cell. I guess one of the guards left my door open for them. I don’t really know. They were wearing pillowcases over their heads. They roughed me up real good, pounded me for a solid ten minutes or more until my eyes were so bloated I could barely see. I’d taken my share of blows on the ice, but this kind of violence was new.”
“Jesus, Carter.”
“Right on cue, I was approached by another inmate at breakfast. He called himself ‘Tommy,’ said he was a fan, that he could offer me protection on the inside… for a fee.”
“And you paid?”
I nod, ashamed. “I did. I did what I thought best to survive.”
“God, I had no idea.”
“No one does.”
“Did it work? Were you protected?”
“I was, though I learned later it was Tommy’s own boys who beat me up that first night. It was all part of the scam.” I hesitate whether to tell her more.
She needs to know. No more secrets.
“I’ve been approached since I’ve been out,” I continue.
Concern draws her features even tight. ‘What do you mean you’ve ‘been approached’?”
“Men came to the cabin around a week or so ago. They said they were delivering a message from Tommy.”
“A message?”
“That we weren’t done, that the protection payments don’t stop when you’re free; they double.”
The concern is replaced by fear, her pupils large. “They came here, to the cabin?”
“I should have told you, I know.”
“No,” she says. “It’s not that. I’m not worried, but what are you going to do? You can’t keep paying this guy.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
I spin my cup of coffee. “Look, I’ve got to go down to the rink, start my shift. You want to come?”
She smiles. “I’ll grab my coat.”
*
“It’s always so quiet in here after hours,” Wren says, as I pack away the Zamboni. For the last hour she’s sat quietly by the side of the rink smiling, her hands buried in her coat pockets. Stripped of her New York finery, David’s doing, she’s a mirror image of the girl I knew, the free spirit I’ve come to know again, to love.
I climb down and stand with her looking over the rink. “It’s been great for training.”
“I haven’t even asked you how it’s going,” she says.
I snake my hands around her waist, pulling her close to me, enjoying the heat of her body once more. “Training? It couldn’t be better. I think I’m ready.”
“For the NHL again?”
“If Coach Williams will have me. All signs point to ‘yes.’”
“That’s fantastic, Carter. You’re not worried about…”
“What people will say? Not at all. Let them say what they want. I’m going to let my game do the talking. They’ll change their minds once they see numbers on the board. They always do.”
“I’m happy.” She smiles.
“So am I,” I agree.
I lean down to kiss her, for a taste of what I’ve been missing. Even two days was far too long.
The kiss soon turns into more.
Our lips don’t part, my tongue shifting into her hot mouth as I help her remove her coat, sweater, her shirt. She undoes her bra as I lift my shirt over my head, working my pants down.
She pushes me away, laughing, holding her breasts. “It’s freezing in here.”
Her nipples are tawny stubs. “I remember.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
WREN
“Do you want to score, Ms. Banner?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant.
There’s no lying on the ice this time. He places my coat down on the bench and instructs me to kneel upon it.
I do as he says, can feel his hungry eyes drinking in the sight of my sex.
I gasp when his hand runs down into the crease between my legs and wetness, the tip of his finger slipping inside. I start to shake.
“I’ve been dreaming about your pussy. Do you know that?” he says, his finger slipping further.
He takes my hands and pulls them roughly behind my back. I gasp, surprised at the sudden aggression.
He holds my wrists together above my ass with one hand.
He kneels up onto the bench behind me, leans over my body.
His hand runs over my stomach, past my pussy, and strokes right up the crack of my ass before pulling one of my ass cheeks to t
he side. “Fucking amazing,” he whispers, his breath hot against the shell of my ear.
I can feel his hard cock pressing up against me. Using one hand to keep my backside open, he cups and feels up my pussy with the other before joining two fingers together inside my slit and slowly spreading it wide.
“God,” I moan, as he opens me up from the front and rear.
His thumb presses against my anus and my head snaps involuntarily on my shoulders.
I squirm in his grip, arms pulled awkwardly behind me.
I push back against his hand and he moves with me.
He presses harder into my ass and I’m forced to turn my head sideways, placing it down on the bench, my cheek against the lining of my coat.
My desire coats his fingers as he teases the lips of my sex apart.
I rock my hips gently, so horny I could combust on the spot, the fact I’ve been restrained by his hand only adding to the building tempest.
My nipples brush the silky lining below, unbelievably sensitive.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He closes his fingers together and they glide over my opening. “I know what you want.” He continues to tease my hole with just the very tip of one of his fingers, using the other to keep my lips parted.
I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I don’t know whether it’s his words, the bondage or simply the fact his fingers are slipping through my folds, but I’m dripping wet, hungry for his cock.
He takes the finger from my opening and splits my buttocks even further apart with his free hand. My body shivers in full, breasts flattened out against the coat, my lips open and eyes closed as I concentrate on the strange sensation that’s building up inside me.
“Spread your legs further.”
I comply.
“Good girl.”
His hand withdraws.
I make an odd mewing sound.
I wait, panting through an open mouth as his hand rubs and works between my legs.
My muscles begin to twitch pre-orgasmically. I can’t believe he has me so close already.
“I know how tight you are,” he says, as he buries a finger into my plump pussy, stroking my clit with his thumb.
“Your pussy’s going to feel amazing around my big, hard cock.”
That’s it. All sorts of crazy thoughts rush through my head as an orgasm of mind-numbing proportions powers through me.
He lets me come, panting breathlessly against my coat.
The head of his cock presses against my wetness.
Yes, god. Oh, yes.
All I want is his cock inside me as soon as possible.
“Close your eyes. Don’t you dare fucking open them until I say so.”
I close my eyes and nod as he releases the grip on my wrists and spins me around to face him. “Kneel.”
I hop off the bench and kneel in front of him.
I reach forward and gently stroke his cock, playing with the thick, silky head of it with my fingers.
I feel the weight of his balls as my lips enclose the head of his manhood.
The air leaves his lungs as he holds my head and works me over his cock. The feeling of him, warm and hard in my mouth, smelling of manliness and sex and soap, is all it takes for my pussy to grow slicker still.
I tongue him, massaging his balls as I open my lips and take more of him inside my mouth. He’s too big to get in fully, so I lick and suck up and down his shaft. I pay special attention to the flattened crown of his cock-head, whisking my tongue around his sensitive glans until he’s bucking against me with urgency.
His hands press down harder on my head, fingers massaging into my scalp and hair as I sweep the flat of my tongue over the slit of his cock.
His balls begin to tighten below. He takes a handful of my hair in his hand and pulls my head away from him. I strain forward, desperate to taste more, to feel him explode in my mouth.
“No,” he cautions. “This time I’m saving my load for your ass, not your mouth.”
My ass?
He can’t be serious. That said, the idea of anal, something so taboo, is an instant turn-on. I’ve always wanted to try it, but David wasn’t big on experimentation. He only cared about getting himself off.
“First, though,” Carter says, lifting me up and placing me back against the barrier of the rink, my hands against the glass, my ass pressed out to him, “I have to test out this tight little pussy of yours.”
His shifts his cock between my folds and angles himself upwards. I bend back and out until his cock is in place, bracing my hands against the glass. He drives forward, burying at least half of his ample package directly into my dripping pussy.
He draws a hand down the crack of my ass as he fucks me, teasing it. “You’re so fucking amazing,” he huffs as he plows into me, his chiseled abs bumping into the base of my spine as I’m pulled onto his cock, mercilessly pumped over and over.
Finally, I’ve taken him all, gasping for air at the way he has filled me out.
Warm saliva trails down into my ass crack.
His fingers spread it around the hidden buttonhole there and slowly begin to tease me open.
I’m so nervous it’s insane.
“I wonder if your ass is as tight as your pussy,” he purrs, inserting one finger and then a second into my tight anal passage, gently finger-fucking me with his spittle.
I relax and moan as he inserts a third, his cock continuing to spear into my wet hole below, balls slamming against my clit and threatening another orgasm already.
He holds his fingers in place to allow me time to get used to the sensation of being stuffed in both holes. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I have to say I like it, being filled like this, ass and pussy stuffed at the same time. I haven’t felt this full in a long time, desperate now to get his cock into my ass and feel him release deep into my body.
More saliva runs into my crack as my breathing slows and he begins to leisurely move his fingers in and out of my asshole again.
As his balls slam against it, my clit becomes heavy and swollen, erect with sensation as I’m fucked.
His fingers leave my ass, his cock pulling free of my pussy. I’m left totally empty, unable to work out why when he presses the tip of his cock against my asshole, drizzling more saliva over it to mix with my slickness below as he slowly pushes himself inside.
I groan. His shaft is huge.
He presses against me a little firmer, takes his time and somehow remains gentle even though his manner suggests otherwise.
Slowly, my ass begins to become accustomed to his size.
He takes his time, using my arousal to work himself in. Minutes pass before he’s fully embedded himself in my backside, his balls wet against my vulva.
I tighten my muscles against him. He grunts, hanging there without movement to prolong the pleasure.
I reach between my legs and rub my aching clit, knowing that another climax is imminent.
“Please,” I beg him. “Keep going. Fuck me?”
He bites at my earlobe before whispering, “Fuck you where?”
I’ve never seen him as alpha as this. It’s such a turn on.
I swallow hard before speaking, my voice strangely broken. “In my ass. I want you to fuck me in my ass.”
It sounds corny to me, but he seems to like it, because he begins to open up my cheeks and thrusts forward again. He slowly withdraws his cock almost all the way out and then screws it deep into my ass until I’m flattened out against the barrier and his hard body, caught between hot and cold, my body flushed with strange sensation.
Each time he withdraws he the thrusts back inside a little harder and a little faster until I’m moaning and squirming in place. I moan and push back against him, fucking myself on his cock quicker and quicker until I’m sweating with the urgency of it all, shaking and convulsing with his cock buried up my most private orifice and my pussy dripping onto the carpet below.
I press my forehead against the glass and ope
n my eyes, my hair loose, hanging around my face as he works to fill me completely. His weight is over my back, a hand on my shoulder now as I tighten my passage around him and his body tightens in return.
He’s hot against my back as he leans against me and drills down deep into my ass, using one hand on my hip as a handle to hold me in place. It slides down further forwards and comes around to stroke my sopping, dripping sex, his hand over my own.
He buries two fingers inside me, my palm against my clit as he pounds into me.
My muscles contract wildly around his fingers and cock, ass tightening against him as I close in on my next orgasm.
He’s huffing harder against me, pistoning along with a fury to reach his prize.
I rock my hips back and forth, matching his rhythm, growing increasingly wild. I want so desperately to get myself off I’ll do anything.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he teases, screwing his fingers inside me as his cock slides in and out of my ass above.
“Yes,” I moan back. “Please, please,” begging nonsensically now.
“Not yet,” he says, grounding into me even harder, his wet balls clapping loudly against my flesh. “I say when you can come.”
He changes up his rhythm as his fingers still twist inside me. His thumb curls up over my clit and he begins to circle it, lightly brushing it feather-like until I’m screaming and crying, pleading for release.
“It turns me on when you beg.”
“Please!” I scream.
He pulls himself back and slaps my ass.
I jump forward as my ass muscles tighten around him.
He spanks me again, harder, and I jerk, caught.
He builds his rhythm back up. “You want to come?”
“Yes.”
I need both hands to brace myself against the onslaught.
He begins to slide his fingers against me again, not inside but just stroking the soft ridges of my inner lips, ringing around my distended opening as his thrusts become firmer and harder I’m until whining and crying out like an idiot, my calls echoing through the rink.
“Please,” I plead, as my body is ravaged. “Just let me come.”
His fingers slide inside me, his index finger curling up against the knurled patch of my g-spot.
I squeeze down hard on his fingers and cock.