Hot on Ice: A Hockey Romance Anthology

by Avery Flynn

  “I’ve wanted this, thought about it almost nonstop since I saw you in the hallway by the locker rooms.”

  When he’d appeared in front of her like a sex-god mirage, half naked and sweaty and all man. Funny, she’d wanted this since that moment, too. “Then what are we waiting for?”

  Kurt set her on the rail. He ripped at her laces with a speed and ferocity that surprised a giggle out of her. As her skates clattered to the ice, he growled, “I can’t wait. I’ve got to have those luscious tits in my mouth. Right now.”

  One big hand clamped onto her left breast, squeezing and rubbing in a way that spiked her arousal. At least, she thought it did, until two seconds later when his mouth latched on to her right breast. He sucked as much of it in as he could. Then he circled her nipple with his tongue.

  That was what a spike in arousal felt like. Like her head would explode from the fire searing up and down all the pathways of nerves in her entire body. Like lava laced with rum ran through her veins. Like the world would end if Kurt didn’t get inside her before she gulped in her next breath.

  “Do that again,” she demanded.

  “What—this?” He switched sides and repeated the sucking goodness on her left breast. “Or do you want this instead?” And then he bit down. Gently, but hard enough to spiral tugs of sensation straight down to where moisture pooled between her thighs. When he added a tug on her nipple and mirrored the action on the other side with a strong pinch of his thumb and forefinger, that was when she screamed.

  His head came up swiftly. “God, I love that. I love hearing you respond to me, Lisette. Be as loud as you want. All it’ll do is make my dick harder for you.”

  It already pressed against her inner thigh like a rod of titanium. But heck, if he was going to offer her more, she’d take it. She’d take everything he was willing to give. Lisette nudged her hips forward, to line him up tighter against the aching pulse at her core. “Bring it,” she sassed.

  At the same time, she scrabbled at the hem of his shirt. So what if they’d both put on long sleeves to combat the chill in the air? They were generating enough heat between them to melt this entire place into nothing more than a wading pool.

  It took three tries to get the shirt over Kurt’s head. Mostly because he kept doing things with his tongue that made her eyes roll back and her fingers go limp. Lisette’s reward was all of his smooth, tanned skin over bunched muscles.

  She could pet him all night and all day. Just run her palms over the corded ridges in his shoulders. Following the vee from his ribs down to a waist that led to an ass so tight it could be a springboard. Lisette wanted to spring off of it. She wanted to trace patterns on his skin. To discover if he was ticklish. She wanted to strip them both bare and just press against him. To feel the overwhelming masculinity of more than six feet of ripped pro athlete pressing her into the mattress.

  “Hang on for a second.” Kurt waited until she gripped the wooden rail and then dug into his back pocket. He didn’t bother removing his skates and pants. Instead, he just unzipped his fly and rolled on the condom. He did push her pants off, draped them over the rail for protection and then resettled her on top of them.

  “I feel like I’m shortchanging you. Like you deserve, well, a bed, at the very least. But the thought of taking you here, on my home ice, is too much to resist.”

  There he went, trying to take care of her again. It melted Lisette’s heart into a puddle. “I can wait for the bed. I can’t wait for you.”

  Kurt’s eyes darkened to the color of storm clouds. He bent down, took her mouth in a scorching kiss. And then he slowly entered her, inch by devastating inch, not stopping until his balls were right up against her.

  “It’s so…you’re…omigod.” Fullness that felt like it was both stretching her and soothing her. Heat and strength and satisfaction that still demanded more. It was too much and not enough.

  “Should I stop?” He pulled back, concern marking his forehead with a vertical line between his eyes. At the same time, Lisette could feel the tension vibrating in the muscles beneath her hands as he held himself back. And even as lust wiped every other thought from her brain, she was again touched by his concern.

  “No! Whatever you do, don’t stop. This is…you are fantastic.”

  The crinkle in his forehead smoothed out. “Thank God. Because you feel so amazing, Lisette.” He dropped hungry kisses down her neck, hunching to go lower across her chest. “I’ve got so much need for you, baby.”

  “Same here,” she gasped as he pulled almost all the way out before driving in with a single, hard stroke. Lisette tightened her legs around his waist. Impossibly, he went even deeper. She moaned.

  “That’s it, baby. Tell me what you like.”

  “I like you in me.”

  He dragged out again, slowly this time. “How do you want it?” Kurt kept just the tip at her opening, dragging it in slow circles across her clit, threatening to set her off any second.

  Lisette had never done dirty pillow talk before. But this was fun. It felt…naughty in a super hot way. It went with the recklessness of sex in a public arena under throbbing red and gold spotlights. It was raunchy and wild and wonderful. “Hard and fast.”

  He didn’t bother to respond. Just pistoned into her with a speed and strength that ripped a keening wail from her throat. It took only five strokes before her back arched as heat exploded and spread through her like a supernova.

  The back arch threw her hard against Kurt just enough to shift his center of gravity. It pushed them off the rail and out onto the ice as the last pulses of pleasure engulfed her. He grunted. His hands zoomed down to grab her butt. Lisette opened her eyes to find them in the middle of the rink. Yikes. She’d probably thrown off his orgasm as well as his balance. Talk about a party foul of epic proportions.

  “I’m sorry.”

  He grinned down at her. “Don’t ever apologize for coming hard. Not with me.”

  “But you’re not done.”

  “We’re not done,” he corrected. Then Kurt planted his feet wide and just circled a few times. “Skates on my feet, your beautiful body on me—this is perfect.”

  He was right. It was a fantasy-come-true moment. For a few circles, a few bars of the music. But then she felt guilty again about his lack of an orgasm. So Lisette tried to help. Tried to lift herself up and down, but the thought of putting him off-balance and landing both of them on the ice freaked her out.

  “Kurt, let me finish you,” she pleaded.

  “Aren’t you listening? It won’t just be me. You’re going to come again.”

  Men and their egos. It was adorable, but he clearly didn’t understand how female anatomy worked. She’d had her fun. Her body just wasn’t built to gear up again so quickly. “Oh, no. Don’t worry about that. It won’t happen.”

  “Baby, you’ve got to have a little faith in me.” The look he sent her was so smug that Lisette would’ve been offended in any other situation. Hard to be now, though, with the remnants of an amazing orgasm still splintering through her body.

  “I do, but—”

  “Hang on.” He skated back to the edge. It was impressive and astonishing to feel his thighs flex while he was still seated inside her. Amazingly, Lisette did feel a stirring of excitement again. Kurt hip-checked the gate and walked onto the thin carpet. He set her down facing the rail, then put her forearms right back on top of her jeans. With a hand in the small of her back, he flattened her over the rail, breasts up against it.

  Kurt pushed inside her again. With her tissues still engorged, he felt impossibly bigger. Wider. Longer. The different position let him go deeper, too, and that set off an ache of need that filled the center of her body.

  In and out he stroked. It did feel good, but Lisette didn’t expect miracles. She just wanted it to be good for him. And then he clasped a hand around her breast, pulling at the nipple with his fingers.

  She gasped.

  “That’s right, baby. Listening to you will push me
over the edge. Let me know how good it feels.”

  “It feels great.”

  “Not great enough, if you can still talk. I want to make you scream again.”

  Kurt kept up a steady rhythm as he talked. In and out, over and over again, with a relentlessness that made her want to believe his promises. “You’re so beautiful, Lisette. I fantasized about seeing all your dark hair spilling across your back like this. It’s fucking amazing.”

  “Tell me what I can do for you.” In this position, Lisette couldn’t touch him. Could only wriggle and push back against him, which didn’t seem like enough.

  “I told you, baby. Nothing turns me on more than hearing your pleasure. Scream for me.” Kurt put his other hand between her legs and found her clit. All it took was two light brushes before he did, indeed, pull a scream out of her. And another orgasm. As Lisette tightened around him, Kurt moaned, gave two more swift thrusts and then let his weight fall on her back, his whole body shuddering.

  His harsh panting in her ear lasted for a few minutes. Which was fine, since Lisette had pretty much lost the power of speech when he shattered her into a million pieces for the second time.

  Holding her waist, he took two steps backward to sit on the bench with her on his lap. “Give me a minute.”

  “A minute?” Lisette thought about the amount of sheer muscle power and stamina it took to hold her up the entire time. “I feel like I should carbo-load you now like a marathon runner and then put you to bed.”

  “I wouldn’t say no to a plate of pasta. And then we are going to bed.” He shifted her sideways to flash those arctic-blue eyes at her with a smile that heated her up all over again. “But there won’t be any sleeping going on. I’ve got lots more to explore with you. Lots more I want to do to you. I can’t wait to taste you, to spread you open and lick you until you beg me to get inside you.”

  Evidently, the perk of dating a pro athlete was remarkable stamina. Maybe those rink bunnies knew that and hung around for a reason? Either way, Lisette was thrilled with the prospect. Because she absolutely hadn’t gotten enough of Kurt. And couldn’t wait to see what his imagination conjured up for the rest of the night.

  “I’m on board with that plan.”

  9

  Finn came over to Kurt, holding a plate loaded down with jambalaya. “Your girl’s pretty amazing.”

  “Trust me, I know.” Kurt looked down the length of the room bursting with teenagers, their friends, their parents and his teammates. “She pulled all this together and made it into the best party ever. I couldn’t have done half this. I would’ve thrown up streamers in their high school gym and called it a day.”

  “This is right. It’s what they deserve. Jasper would’ve loved it.”

  “Yeah.” Flynn and the Rajuns mascot were posing in front of the Cup with a teen who was all braces, glasses and gangly limbs. The Rajuns crawfish was on the ground, letting the kid pretend to hold him down with his foot. Edwin hovered two feet away, white-gloved hands outstretched as if ready to buff away any fingerprints that assailed his precious silver trophy.

  “I didn’t just mean the party.” Finn jerked his head toward the entrance to Mardi Gras World. “Lisette’s out front, working a miracle.”

  Kurt realized he hadn’t seen her in a couple of minutes. Which was surprising, because he didn’t like to let his eyes off of her that long. Ever since their skating date, they’d been inseparable. And it still wasn’t close to enough for him. “What’s she doing out there?”

  “Keeping the paparazzi at bay.”

  Anger whipped through him, red-hot. “What? The fucking press showed up? This is a private party.”

  “Yeah, but it’s also your official day with the Cup, Hawk. It’s on the Rajuns schedule.” Finn waved a hand. “Excited kids talk. Hell, excited parents talk. Word leaked that you’re doing one hell of an awesome thing here. Gotta admit, this is way more attention-worthy than Vance announcing he’s going to spend his day with it at a casino for good luck.”

  “I don’t want…they can’t turn this into a circus. It’s special for the kids. I don’t want it to come off like I’m doing this to get publicity.” The press had made enough hay over Jasper’s death and Kurt’s “brave struggle to keep playing.” It disgusted him. And he wouldn’t let them sully this last gesture.

  “Which is exactly why Lisette is out there stopping them. I heard her promise them one group shot, with all of us, the kid’s team and the Cup in twenty minutes. She’s hooking them up with food to keep them occupied until then.”

  Kurt ran his hand over his crown and down to the nape of his neck, rubbing at the now-building tension there. “I shouldn’t let her deal with those animals by herself. She could get eaten alive.”

  “I can handle myself.” Lisette laced her arm through his. “It’s all in a day’s work. I’m on the clock, remember? Taking care of things for you, not the other way around.”

  “Can’t turn off wanting to protect you, baby.” He brushed a kiss on her cheek.

  “Which I appreciate almost all of the time,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. “Finn, do you mind if I borrow Kurt for a few minutes?”

  “I need to reload my plate anyway. What are these awesome fried round things?”

  “Alligator balls.”

  His face paled. “Maybe I’ll just get more sliders.”

  Kurt laughed as Lisette led him outside to the wide concrete on the edge of the Mississippi. “Never thought I’d see Finn pussy out from anything. Now I know weird food is his Achilles’ heel.”

  “This is an abrupt segue, but it’s time.” Lisette handed him a black velvet bag.

  “Oh.” He accepted the bag. It was weird in every possible way—about ten miles past horrible to just fucking weird—to think that all that was left of his brother now sat in the palm of his hand.

  Kurt and his parents had gone round and round about what to do with Jasper’s ashes. His mom was steadfast in not wanting to keep them in the house, to have to be confronted with the sight of them every single day. What Jasper loved most in the world was hockey, but that didn’t exactly give them options. Kurt finally came up with the idea to sprinkle them into the Mississippi. They’d float out to the ocean and give the teenager a freedom that he never got to live long enough to experience.

  Edwin appeared at Kurt’s elbow. “Is this legal?”

  “Nope.” He’d checked. He didn’t give a shit. Kurt glared down at the Keeper. To say the man was a stickler for rules was like saying you might get a couple of bruises in a hockey game. “You gonna stop me?”

  “No. I, in fact, am going to take a bathroom break. What happens while I’m not here …well, I’ve got plausible deniability. Just, for the love of God, Lundquist, don’t drop the Cup in the river.”

  “Don’t worry, sir.” Lisette clasped her hands in front of her in a great attempt at innocence. “Kurt’s very good at holding large-ish, heavy objects for a very long time. While under quite a bit of pressure to perform.” Then she turned away and covered her mouth with her hands. The giggles, however, still escaped.

  Not that he blamed her. The situation was so fucking bizarre that laughter was a given.

  Edwin took off his gloves, pressed them into Kurt’s hands and then gave a look of what weirdly looked like longing at the Cup, as though it’d never be the same once Kurt was through with it.

  Lisette laid a hand on his arm. “Do you want me to take a video for your parents, Kurt?”

  “They don’t want anything to do with this. Dad took Mom away on a cruise so she wouldn’t feel guilt about not being here. It’s been hard on them to move forward. They both look at this as a step backwards, instead of a goodbye.”

  Whereas he saw it as the final step. Maybe, just maybe, something that would finally banish Jasper from hanging between him and Lisette like the kid’s smelly gym sock. Kurt had said goodbye to his brother the day, the moment, right before he died. That was the only time that mattered. Everything since then was
simply a ritual, a formality. Hollow ones, at that.

  “Do you want any of your friends over here?”

  “No. Just you.” Kurt smoothed back a lock of dark hair and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “All I need is you.”

  Not just during this big, bad moment. He’d been feeling that way more and more about Lisette. That he wanted her around. That whatever he decided about his future, it had to include her.

  Telling her, after only two weeks together, would be stupid. It’d scare her off faster than Kurt could slap a puck into a goal. So they’d get through today. Put his hiring her for the party behind them. Work on maybe building something together. While he kept figuring out how the hell to get Lisette a job. Because that guilt rubbed at him worse than his brother’s ghost.

  Kurt dumped the ashes out of the bag and into the shiny silver bowl of the Cup. Without looking at them. “I know that Jasper isn’t here. But at the same time, part of me feels complete knowing that, even in some tiny way, he got to touch the Cup.”

  “It’s a wonderful tribute, Kurt. Jasper would’ve loved it. You know he would’ve screamed himself hoarse for you the night you won it.”

  God, Kurt would’ve given anything to have him there. “I won it for him. Yeah, my whole professional career—every game, every shot—was leading up to it. But I didn’t play for myself this last year. I played every single game of the season for him. Sank every goal for him. Lifted this thing overhead and took a victory lap for him.”

  “Do you want to do it again?” Leaning her head onto his shoulder, she clarified, “For yourself this time?”

  That was the most on point question Lisette could’ve asked. Because in the end? His decision to stay with the Rajuns or not wouldn’t be based on money. Kurt had enough of that to sit on his ass and do nothing for the rest of his life. And it wasn’t about fame, or setting records. It wasn’t even about what to do for the next year. It’d be based on what would make him happy. Now that he’d given Jasper the promised Cup, he was free to do anything.