by Magan Vernon
Something in me boiled thinking about the fact that he was talking to another girl. I didn’t want this to be another situation like with Joe. I already had enough to worry about with his former fling with Alexis. I couldn’t worry about yet another girl. The worry must have shown on my face because he laughed, patting the seat next to him. “Don’t worry. I’m not Lorelei’s type, but your sister might be.”
I let out a deep breath that I didn’t know I was holding in and took the seat next to him. “Oh. And my sister’s not into other girls if that’s what you were insinuating.”
He laughed again. “Well, I didn’t think she was. But now I don’t know how I feel about the jelly Kelly. It’s kind of cute,” he said.
“Jelly Kelly?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah. Jealous. You gave me the same look when I mentioned Lorelei as when you saw that picture of me with Alexis. It’s this little crinkle in your forehead,” he said, pointing between my eyebrows.
I swatted his hand away. “I am not jealous.”
I tried to sound confident, but my voice wavered.
“Don’t worry, Alexis may be my country’s ice queen, but I think you skate better than her. Just don’t tell any other Canadians,” he said with a wink then nudged my elbow. “Now get those boots on. Your first lesson is about to begin.”
With that he put on his own boots and hopped on his board, effortless as if he’d done it a million times before and could probably do it in his sleep.
“Okay, but if I got hurt, my coach will probably kill you, and he’s from Texas and a hog farmer. He once told me that they’ll eat anything, including teeth,” I said, sliding off my riding boots and into the furry boarding boots, trying to put thoughts of Alexis and Lorelei out of my head.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he said with a laugh.
“Okay. The boots are on. What now,” I said, dangling my legs off the tailgate and trying not to think too much about what he said about talking dirty, even though it definitely had me thinking how much of a dirty talker he would be in the bedroom.
“Okay, Imma help you down, and we’re going to strap in your front foot first,” he said, taking my hand and helping me hop out of the van.
I put my right foot up, and he held it before securing it in the binding along with the ankle strap. “Okay does this feel snug but not enough that it’s going to hurt you?” he asked.
I wiggled my toes. The shoes were about a size too big but at least they weren’t squashing my feet. “I think I’m good.”
“Okay, now you’re going to put your other foot in the other binding and stand straight, with your knees bent and your arms at your side,” Blake instructed.
I put my foot in the other binding and then stood up, slightly bending my knees and looking at him. “Done.”
“Don’ t get too cocky, it’s now time to see if you can move,” Blake smirked. “Now you’re going to lean on your front foot to move forward, and if you want to slow down, you lean on the back foot.”
“Easy,” I said and sucked in a breath, leaning forward slightly, ready to coast down the hill.
But instead of the board moving, my body was the only thing that moved, face first into the snow with my legs and board in the air.
“Ack!” I yelled, spitting out a mouthful of powder.
Blake laughed like a hyena and offered me his hand. “Not bad for a first try, but you’ve got to make sure to stay straight, only bend those knees slightly.”
“I think there’s a step you’re not teaching me just so you can watch me fall on my face,” I muttered as he helped me to a standing position and I dusted off my coat.
“I’ll hold your hand, and we can glide together. How’s that sound?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and standing next to me before he held out his hand.
I let out a deep breath, letting it waft in the air as a cloud of white smoke. “Okay,” I said and put my hand in his.
“Ready?”
“Ready.” I nodded, putting my free hand to the side and bending my knees.
“And…Go!”
Blake started gliding forward, and instead of me following him, only my arm went forward before my face followed, right back into the snow.
I looked up, spitting out the snow and saw Blake had turned around and leaned over before putting his hand out. “I think maybe you moved a fraction of an inch that time.”
I took his hand, but instead of letting him help me up, I yanked his hand forward, and he lost his footing, crashing down next to me.
I laughed, rolling over to a sitting position.
“That wasn’t cool. I was trying to help you out,” he said, sitting up and wiping snow off his face.
“Aw, I’m sorry,” I said, giving him a sweet smile.
His look of disdain turned into a small grin. “It’s okay…you can make it up to me…”
He leaned forward, his hand on my cheek. I thought he was going in for a kiss, but then I felt the shivering cold snow trail down my neck and back as he used his free hand to shove a snowball down my coat.
I screamed, shaking the snow out as he pulled back, laughing.
“Oh, you’re going to get it, Blake!” I grabbed a handful of snow and shoved it at him, landing on his face.
He spat out the snow and wiped his gloved hands over his mouth before a large grin spread across his face. “Oh, it’s on.”
Unsnapping his boots, he then gathered a handful of snow, pawing it into a ball.
“You wouldn’t want to hurt this sweet face now, would you?” I asked, batting my eyelashes.
He smirked, tossing the snowball from one hand to the other. “That depends. How fast do you think you can run with your board still on?
I looked down at my boots then back up to Blake’s smirking face before I quickly made work of the bindings, which were nothing like the laces on skates and I fumbled, trying to get them loose.
By the time I got the bindings undone, Blake’s toes were right at the edge of the board. I looked up, meeting his eyes. “I’ll give you a ten-second head start,” he murmured.
I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips as I slowly crawled forward until I was able to scramble to my feet. I looked behind me to see that Blake was already coming toward me in a slow march.
“You might be fast on a board, but I bet I can out run you,” I said with a giggle, picking up a handful of snow and throwing it over my shoulder.
He ducked, the snow landing on his arm before he started moving faster, jogging toward me.
I squealed, trying to run, but the snow started to quake beneath me, and it was like moving through wet cement. I looked over my shoulder just in time to see Blake pouncing on me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I giggled as he pulled me to the ground and we fumbled until we landed with him on his back in the cold snow and me lying on top of him.
“Who’s the winner now?” I yelled, holding up a snowball.
He laughed, the sound vibrating in his stomach and straight to my core that was so close to his belly button and another very hard part.
Before I could drop the snowball on him, he’d tossed a ball of snow up, hitting me in the face.
I screamed. “Oh, you’re going to get it for that one.”
Leaning over, I grabbed a pile of snow and smashed it into his dreadlocks as he thrashed his head from side to side. Then he took both of my wrists, holding them above his head.
“Now what are you going to do?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
I sucked in a deep breath, staring into those endless blue eyes. As if he knew what I was thinking, he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine.
Our first kiss was just a peck. A very explosive one. But this was different. This one caused a deep growl to emit from low in Blake’s throat before he fisted my hair and I opened my mouth to his. He nipped at my bottom lip before licking it then his tongue met mine slowly in a delicious torture of kisses and lip nibbles.
I’d never b
een kissed like that. A kiss that lit my whole body on fire and gave me a rush more than skating ever could.
I moaned without even thinking what I was doing, which caused him to pull me closer to him, his lips trailing from my mouth down to my neck, pushing aside the thick fabric of my coat.
I pushed my core into his groin, grasping onto his coat sleeves as he continued to bite, suck, and kiss down my neck. The thin material of my leggings did nothing to hide the friction of his jeans against me, and I bit down on my bottom lip, already on the brink of orgasm from just some making out and grinding my body against his. I should have been embarrassed that I was dry humping this man in the snow, but he felt so damn good against me, and it had been so long. And he wasn’t stopping me. At least not at that moment.
Blake slowly kissed up my neck and jawline then leaned back with a small smile on his face. “As much as I’d like to continue this, I’m getting snow in my ass.”
“Oh, uh, right, sorry,” I muttered and stopped moving, a flush crossing my cheeks. Maybe I should have calmed myself down before humping the man. Slowly I sat up before climbing off of him, hoping there wasn’t a giant wet spot on the front of my leggings.
He stood up and took my hand. “This gives us a perfect opportunity to warm up.”
I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he meant by that, then he pulled me toward the van and opened the back door. I watched as he folded down the back seats and then took a few blankets and laid them on the flat surface.
“Um, what are you doing?” I asked, wondering if this was his idea of a date that included a snowball fight and sex in the back of his van. Not that I would have obliged at that point, but maybe preferred a bed if we were going to get that far.
He laughed and sat down on one of the blankets, patting the spot next to him before he grabbed a book bag with his other hand. “It’s lunchtime.”
“Lunch?” I asked, taking the spot next to him.
He scooted all the way back, so he was leaning against the seat and ushered me next to him so I slowly crawled back until I was sitting down and leaning against the seat. “Yeah, I talked to Logan today about what I should do for this date, and he suggested some fancy Korean restaurant and maybe a foreign film or something, and none of that sounded good to me.”
“Oh. Well, I guess a snowball fight is better than reading subtitles,” I muttered, not sure of what else to say.
He grabbed another blanket, putting out over our laps. Then he pulled two thermoses out of the bright orange backpack next to him. “I didn’t agree with either of those, but he did tell me you really like this lemon thyme soup with pine nuts and peppermint hot cocoa.”
He opened one of the thermoses and poured the soup into a metal cup. He handed me the filled cup, and I inhaled the scent of pine and lemon. I couldn’t remember the last time I had that soup, probably before Olympic training. Before I had a sponsor that sent me a week's worth of prepared meals that were sitting in the fridge in my dorm currently. As much as I liked chicken and sweet potatoes, a year of those could wear on a person.
“Where on earth did you find this?” I asked before taking a sip and letting the warm liquid fill my mouth.
“It was a pain in the ass, and I had to call around to a few places, but eventually I talked to a luger who owed me a favor and brought his chef with him who had no problem whipping this up.” Blake took another cup out of the backpack and poured himself some of the soup. “I also brought Baileys for the cocoa in case you hated all of this and we just needed to get drunk.”
I laughed. “I don’t think I could hate anything you did, especially when you put so much effort into it.”
He smiled, his blue eyes shining as he looked at me over his cup. “A lot of effort doesn’t always guarantee the best results.”
I took my free hand and put it on his. “Well in this case it did.”
Chapter 9
Blake
The girl had me hard as a rock just from watching her sip her cocoa and soup. I never thought much of the girl or any figure skater, not even Alexis, but holy shit the way Kelly kissed me, instantly got me hard and didn’t stop as we sat in the back of the van.
She didn’t just kiss me. The girl was practically fucking me with my clothes on. Her heat on my dick, her kisses savouring me. I wanted to take her right there in the snow. But I didn’t think getting naked in the thirty degrees weather was the best idea, and though she looked and felt hot as hell rocking against me, the movement was causing snow to creep in my boxers. Nothing drops a boner like ice on the balls.
“I’ll admit, I thought this soup would be weird, but it’s not half bad,” I said, looking at the mountains instead of her sexy legs in those thin pants. I don’t think she even knew how beautiful she was. I wanted more of this girl. Not just today. Or for The Games. But I wanted that blonde hair splayed across my pillow every morning. I wanted to make love to this girl.
Love? I had to shake those thoughts out of my head. I couldn’t love someone I hadn’t even had sex with and only known a few days. Or at least that’s what I told myself.
“It’s an acquired taste, the same with the hot cocoa, which could be really good if you add that Baileys,” she said, and I turned to see a mischievous grin on her face.
I laughed, shaking my head as I sat down my cup and grabbed the bottle of Baileys and the cocoa thermos from the bag. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me. For not being much of a drinker, as you say, you’re pretty good at pushing it.”
“Me? Never,” she said with mock sarcasm.
I opened the thermos and poured us each a cup then added a few shots of Baileys, give or take, on top of that.
Kelly sat her soup cup down and then scooted closer, her hand brushing against my thigh under the blanket as she picked up her cocoa. I twitched, sucking in a deep breath just thinking how close those hands were to my cock. She only pulled her hand away to take a big gulp of her drink.
“Are you still cold?” she asked, her voice low and almost sultry.
“Kinda, are you?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t object to a little body heat,” she said, scooting closer.
I grinned, putting my arm around her. “The Baileys get to you that quick?”
“Baileys…or the tent you’re pitching in your pants,” she said with a smile.
I laughed. “Didn’t take you for the kind of girl who’d want to take advantage of me in a van.”
She widened her eyes and held up her free hand. “I’m not saying that.”
I leaned in and put down my cup then grabbed hers and set it down next to mine before putting my hands on either side of her hips. “Good, because I want you to want this as bad as I do. To feel your tight little body underneath, me and scream loud enough, so they hear you down in the village when I make you come.”
She shivered, her bottom lip quivering. I didn’t know if my brash words would turn her on or have her running, but I got my answer when she leaned in and kissed me fiercely, her tongue dancing behind my lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She tasted like peppermint and Baileys, her blonde hair surrounding me. I couldn’t get enough of this girl.
Deepening our kiss, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her as close as we could get with our coats still on. Obviously, she saw the problem of too much clothing and didn’t even break the kiss as she pulled off her jacket then made quick work of unzipping mine.
“Eager?” I whispered before nipping her earlobe.
She gasped, sliding her body on top of mine and straddling my hips to face me before her gaze focused on mine. “Very,” she whispered and slid her sweater off. She had an athletic body with small curves and full breasts that were at least a handful, spilling out over the top of her lacy white bra.
“Oh my god, that’s cold!” she said, shivering and covering up her chest and stomach with her hands.
I laughed, shucking off my coat then my sweater before I wrapp
ed my arms around her waist and pulled her to me and slid the blanket over our bodies. “Don’t worry, babe; I’ll warm you up.”
She kissed me again with even more passion, her hands on my cheeks then down my back, her core grinding into me as she kissed and nibbled my lips.
I grinned beneath her mouth then tip-toed my hands up her back before unhooking her bra. Leaning back slightly I kissed from her lips, down her neck, and to her chest. Her little pink nipples were already hard and aching for me, so I took each one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around each hardened bud before nibbling. This caused Kelly to buck harder against my hips, a little sweet moan escaping her mouth.
I looked up at her, kissing back up to her neck then to her ear. “Don’t come yet, baby. I’m just getting started.”
I moved my hand from her back to her waistband between us, sliding my fingers underneath her thin pants and silky panties. She was completely bare and already soaking wet by the time I got my thumb to her clit, circling it as I hooked a finger inside of her.
It didn’t take long for her to ride my fingers and come hard, moaning into my neck.
“That’s one down,” I whispered, grabbing onto her hips and flipping her onto her back as I sat up and hovered over her beautiful body splayed on the van floor. “Let’s see how many more times I can make you come.”
“Multiple times?” she asked, her eyes widened.
I smirked, pulling off her boots, leggings, and panties, tossing them to the side. She was freaking beautiful with all her creamy white skin and just the right amount of pink on her nipples and now very swollen clit that was begging for me to taste it.
“Is that a problem?” I asked, bending over and swiping my tongue down her center.
She moaned. “Not at all.”
I grinned and sucked on her clit, lapping her up before adding my thumb to the mix. It was only a minute before she was coming hard, her screams ringing in my ears.
I felt her body build to the brink again and she pulled my dreads, forcing me to look up at her. “I want you in me. Please do me, Blake. Don’t make me beg,” she panted.