by R. S. Owl
“How come we’re not going home, babe?” she asks.
“I just have to pick up a bag of pucks from the rink, one of the guys needs them for an away game,” I reply.
“Oh, okay.” She takes my free hand in hers. “Thank you for dinner, that place was gorgeous.”
I turn and smile at her. “You’re welcome.”
We pull up at the rink and I go to open the door for her. She follows me over to the door and waits while I unlock it. As we walk in, all the lights are off. Brooke must be here somewhere. I find the light switch, hoping she’s in the office like we planned.
The rink fills with bright white lights. So far so good. I take Frankie’s hand in mine and guide her over to the rink.
“You want rink sex again dontcha?” she teases as she jabs a finger in my side.
“Don’t try and tell me you don't,” I say with a wink.
She smirks as she follows me onto the rink and I walk her to the centre.
I turn her into me and kiss her hard on the lips. Her hands go straight to my trousers. That’s my girl. I pull her hand away and keep them locked in mine.
“Did you know, that today, it’s been a year since I first saw you?”
“I did not know that,” She replies with a shy smile.
“I was closing up one night and you were in the shower with Brooke.” She gasps at my confession. “I know I shouldn’t have watched, but you looked so beautiful, Frankie. So beautiful. You were all I could think about for months after, and still all I think about.”
She kisses me softly and smiles against my lips. “It’s okay. I’d have watched if it was you and a guy.”
“Ha, I don’t doubt that. I love you, Frankie. So damn much. I think I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you. A year ago today.”
I tuck the hair on her face behind her ear.
“Close your eyes, Sweetheart.”
She does as I say and I look over to the office door, giving a thumbs up to the CCTV camera above it. Brooke opens the door quietly, clutching her arms around the furry beast. She walks over to the edge of the rink and I release Frankie’s hands.
“Stay there and keep your eyes closed.”
I walk up to Brooke and take the fluff ball from her arms. Amazingly, he stays quiet. I walk back over to Frankie, the puppy snuggled in my arms licking at my face. When I’m back in front of her. I tell her to open her eyes.
She squeals at the sight of the Chow Chow. The fluffiest puppy I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Ohmygod you didn’t!” she squeals without taking a breath. The puppy is instantly snatched from my hands as she brings the fluffster up to her face, getting smothered by puppy kisses.
“He’s yours, well, ours,” I say as I watch her fall in love.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” She pulls me to her by my shirt and plants a kiss on my mouth. The puppy between us kissing our faces too.
“What’s his name?” she asks, the excitement clear as day on her face.
“I thought we could decide together.” I ruffle the hair on the puppy’s head.
“Hmm...What about Puck?” she says as she holds him up to face me.
“It’s perfect. Puck. I love it.”
“I love you, Taylor Rivers.”
“I love you more.”
All the love in my life is because of this rink. My love for hockey, my love for my team, my intense love for Frankie and now for Puck. Buying this rink was the best thing I ever did. It brought Frankie to me. And now I’m just rolling with it. With her. Together.
The End
LOVE AND WAR
By
Marley Valentine
Beauté De Livres
HIM
The tension in the room is high. Stepping into my dress pants and buckling my belt, I can hear Ava’s heavy breathing all around the room. I knew my suggestion would throw her off balance, but I thought she would be a little bit excited at the prospect of letting her hair down. A night to relax – just her and me. She pushes past me on her way to the bathroom mirror, she’s digging for a fight, with the hope of derailing our evening. I smirk at her, determined not to let her worries fuel my already building hesitation. “I would’ve moved out of the way if you’d asked,” I tell her. I poke my head into the bathroom to see what her witty comeback is, and I see her meticulously applying the deep red lipstick on her plump lips. Moving in a circular motion, the “o” she forms with her mouth, has my dick curious as to how it would look with her painted lips around it. I walk into the bathroom and stand behind her, close enough so she knows exactly where my thoughts are headed.
“Move your dick away from my ass,” she sasses. Chuckling, I lean my head close enough to her ear and try to push her white satin wrap off her shoulders.
“But, babe, you love my dick.” I whisper.
“Cage.”
“Ava.”
“If you want tonight to happen, you’re going to have to let me finish getting ready.” She fixes up her wrap, so it’s tight and there is no way I can see what is underneath.
“You know I’m happy to stay home and fuck all night, but this was your suggestion.”
All I hear is “fuck all night”, and my mind goes haywire. I can’t even remember the last time we fucked all night. I have to remind myself tonight has a purpose and I should not be distracted by visuals of my dick thrusting in and out of her red-stained mouth.
“Fine. I’ll wait for you in the car.”
Just as I’m convinced I’m going to have to go back inside and drag Ava out of the house, the car door opens and her gorgeous long legs slide right in. My eyes make their way up her body and I notice the length of her dress rises to the middle of her thighs, when she sits down. The dress is tight and hugs her perfectly. She looks mouth-watering.
“Are you going to drive?” her voice snaps me out of my not-so-subtle ogling.
“Sorry. Yeah, you just… you look beautiful.”
“Oh,” she says. I’m not sure why she sounds surprised, I always tell her how beautiful she is. Her fingers rapidly tap her thighs. She’s nervous. I reverse out of our driveway and turn the music up, maybe this will help change her mood; get her mind exactly where I need it to be.
The silence stretches throughout the car, it’s not tense, but the mood is contemplative. We’ve always been on the same wavelength, but lately everything we’ve worked so hard to achieve seems like it’s falling apart.
Change.
It’s our enemy, yet it comes at us so often we should be used to the chaos it creates. I have faith that we will overcome, but the pain in watching Ava retreat and become a shell of the woman I love, is too much to bear. I need her to come back to me; even if it means I have to stick my hand into the depth of her soul and release all her demons. I need her. Everything is out of focus, we’ve changed from glossy to matte and it isn’t the way that I want us to be. I deserve more, we deserve more – we have not battled the flames, lived with our scars and survived the nightmares to give up on happiness now. Our story is not finished.
I’m hanging onto the idea of tonight like it’s a lifeline. It has to work. I need my girl on the same page as me, because letting her go isn’t an option. I will move heaven and hell for her. Make her happy, make us happy; be everything she needs, because Ava is my forever, and there’s nothing that will change that.
HER
“Babe.”
“Ava.”
“Ava!”
I turn my head to look at Cage. “I’ve been calling your name for a minute,” he says. “We’re here.” I’m looking at him but not really listening. Lost in the moment, I’ve convinced myself this is a terrible idea and if I can’t walk in there with Cage he’s going to leave me. This idea is his saving grace, but I don’t think I can go through with it. As usual, I will disappoint him, and this time he won’t forgive me. There’s only so much one man can take. There will be no animosity, no blame, no confusion – when my heart breaks and he leaves me, I will
have nobody to blame but myself. I take a deep breath and grab the door handle, I mutter to myself some encouraging words and hope for the best. I have to try.
The music is loud, the beat pounding in sync with the hammering of my heart. I haven’t been here in years. The minute I walk into the club, the memories play like a movie in my mind, and while the pressure of Cage’s tight grip on my hand reminds me that he is the one I’m with, all I can feel is him. My thoughts are disrupted as I walk straight into Cage’s back. Lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed he’d stopped mid-stride. He turns and leans in close to my ear, “I’m going to the bar to get us some drinks.” His voice goes hoarse as he tries to speak above the noise. I pull back and nod. “You trust me, don’t you?”
I continue to nod, “I’m just going to the bathroom.” I point over his shoulder, “Whoever is finished first meets at the booth over there.”
He turns his head to see where I’m pointing and turns back to look at me. He lets go of my hand, holds my face, and kisses me. Leaving me breathless in the middle of the club, he walks off to get our drinks. Mesmerized by the way he commands attention, the sea of people part and stare. They notice what I already know. He’s perfect.
The line in the bathroom is seven women long, each one more drunk than the next. Drunkenly gushing about how much sex they’re going to get when they get home, talking whilst seductively practicing their dance moves in front of the mirror as the line moves along. Finally, it’s my turn. I don’t actually need to go to the toilet. Pushing the toilet lid down, I sit there and count backwards from 60. With each minute that passes, I restart the countdown.
“Baby girl, you finished in there?”
“I’m here, about to piss my pants and my shorts look so hot right now, it’s going to ruin the sex vibe I got going on.” I can see her running on the spot, outside the door.
“So, you done?”
Standing up, I laugh to myself and make sure my dress is sitting the exact way it’s meant to. “I’m coming out.”
Opening the door, the young woman pushes past me and I make my way towards the mirror. Looking at myself, with all the alcohol and music around me, I’m taken back four years, six months, 25 days and two hours; but who’s counting? This exact club, this exact mirror. But I’m different. I’m older and wiser. Life hasn’t been the best to me, but I found Cage, and in him I’ve found everything. He gives. He holds. He loves.
It dawns on me that more than 10 minutes have passed; Cage will be sitting on his own, patiently waiting; stifling his natural reaction to worry. I need to tell him that everything will be ok, whatever issues I have with this club and my past is on me. I can make this sacrifice for him. Stepping out of the bathroom, the air shifts and the hope I felt in the bathroom disintegrates into nothingness. I knew it was only a matter of time before the past came to meet my present.
Ava, you idiot. He’s here. Of course he is. And he’s found me. I’m sure of it. I can feel the tension start to creep up, from my spine to my shoulders – the familiar feelings of anger and hate start to flow through my veins. I’m an idiot to think he wouldn’t be here. My feet take off on their own and before I know it, I realize I’m not at the bathroom. I’m face to face with the door from my nightmares. Inside is everything I was and everything I’m not. I lift my hand and place my palm flat against the middle of the door, unsure of the message I’m sending and the emotions I’m feeling. I take my hand off and prepare to turn around. The door opens.
“Nena.”
My eyes lock onto his and I can feel it all. What was, what could’ve been, and what damn well shouldn’t be right now. He grabs my wrist and pulls me into the room and I don’t even protest. He pushes me towards the closest wall and in this moment I know, nothing will ever be the same. You will lose everything. Leading me to the wall is pointless; I’m already running backwards. His hold on my wrist is burning my skin, reminding me of who he is and how well he knows me. His pupils dilate. Nothing but black. I’m in hell and the devil himself is staring back at me.
Depraved. Wanton. Feral.
I am home.
He slams my back into the wall and the hard surface knocks any semblance of self-preservation I had right out the window. It’s automatic. Like a choreographed dance I’ve spent years practicing and many more years perfecting, I lift my hands in the air taking my long, wavy hair with me. Lifting it off my neck, I revel in the way his body looms over mine. Lowering his face, the tip of his nose makes circles against the pulse in my neck. He brings his lips closer to my throat and switches from kisses to little licks, just the way I like it.
His hands make their way down to the bottom of my dress. He slowly lifts the hem, cups my ass, and squeezes. His rough, calloused hands caress my ass with such reverence. This isn’t like him. While I’m questioning his gentleness, I notice the kisses on my neck have stopped. In one quick movement, the tight squeeze on my ass returns and he thrusts his fully-clothed erection into me. Like a snake, he hisses in my ear, “Bienvenida a tu casa, nena.”
There’s the beast.
He pushes me harder into the wall, his hands hook into the back of my upper thighs, and he lifts my legs, wrapping them around his body. My breathing picks up and the tightening in my stomach starts to move lower. He’s focused on my mouth and I impatiently wait for him to make the first move. Like always.
He moves forward and I take it as my cue. Our lips collide and years of hunger and pain rise to the surface. Tongues. Teeth. Biting. Sucking.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he breathlessly asks. “You know better than to run away from me.” Aligning my pussy with his dick, I feel him start to move, our clothes only intensifying the friction. I’m panting. Desperate for more. I lift my head up and let it lean against the wall, closing my eyes and letting my body run wild. Letting him own me.
He releases one ass cheek and moves his hand to my front. His index finger moves my thong to the side and his middle finger slides up and down, spreading my wetness. “See the way you want me?”
Hovering around my clit, his touch drives me crazy. I’m about to combust and he knows it. The teasing continues and his finger finally sinks into me. He pushes harder and deeper. I’m riding his hand, searching for release.
“I’m going to put a second finger in, ok?” He always does this, asks like any answer I give him will make a difference. “I want to stretch you wide and get you ready for me.”
I open my eyes and look down at his moving hand.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I lift my eyes and they lock with his.
“You remember how it used to be don’t you, baby?” His second finger goes in and we find a perfect rhythm.
I’m climbing. Higher and higher. His thumb deliberately begins to massage my clit and the urge to call out is paralyzing. This was always the hardest part. So many rules to remember, and I don’t even know if the new me can ride this wave in silence. As his thumb applies a hint of pressure, my eyes close and my body shatters into a million tiny pieces. “Fuck!”
HIM
She’s different. But fuck, if it isn’t a bigger turn on. I watch her face as she comes and feel the heaviness of her exhale as all the tension leaves her body. She’s spent, and I am nowhere near done. I put both hands back under her ass and hold her against me as I turn and carry her to the leather lounge that sits across the room. I sit her down, then kneel in front of her and with both hands on her knees, I spread her legs. I focus on the damp spot in her panties. “So what brings you here, nena?”
I concentrate on her pussy, reminiscing on how it looked, how it tasted, and how it smelled. I’m hungry and horny. I only have so much restraint and the quicker she tells me why she’s here, the quicker I can move onto devouring her sweet cunt.
I knead her thighs, moving my hands higher and higher – closer to where I want to be. “Are you going to answer me? Or are you here to let me do what I do best and fuck you?”
She tries to close her legs, but I
’m stronger. I know she will be on her back in minutes, so for the sake of whatever game we’re playing I’ll let her believe she calls the shots.
My hands splay out over her thighs and both my thumbs skate the edge of the lace. No matter how hard she tries to deny her attraction to me, the quickness of her breath tells me otherwise.
Wanting to read her body language, I lift my head and give my eyes the freedom to roam. Devouring every inch of her perfect body, the rise and fall of her breasts holds my attention. With a zipper running down the middle of her fitted, blood-red dress, my hands know exactly what their next move will be.
Moving my body closer, we finally make eye contact. Taking my hand off her thigh, I reach for the zipper. “Did you get dressed tonight, hoping I would be here?” My thumb and forefinger hold the clasp tightly and I start to drag it down.
“Maybe,” she whispers. The sound of her voice travels straight down to my dick. Hard and painful, I need to get inside her soon. The sound of metal scraping against metal echoes around the room as I open the dress all the way to her torso, leaving her black sheer bra exposed. My eyes are level with her nipples; pale, pink, and delectable.
Pulling down the straps of her dress, I watch as it pools around her waist.
“Take off your bra.”
Her hands move between her breasts, and she separates the clips that hold the lace together.
Her hands remain in front of her, like she’s trying to hide her body from me. I grab her hands, one in each of my own and move them to her sides.
“You’re gorgeous,” I growl.
Licking my lips, I lower my head and let my tongue touch her nipple. My mouth hovers and my tongue roams free, swirling and sucking. “Have you always tasted like this?” Letting go of one hand, I raise mine and cup her plump breast and then alternate between clutching and caressing.