Heat it Up: Off the Ice - Book One

by Stina Lindenblatt

  “Babe, I want you to let go. I want you to come against my mouth.”

  I grip the sheet tighter. “No, I want you inside me.”

  He laughs against me and I swear I’m dying from the feel of it against the throbbing. “Don’t worry. I’m not missing out on it this time. But I’m perfectly happy giving you multiple orgasms.”

  He sucks on the ache again and I can’t hold back even if I wanted to. I scream, “Oh, God, Kyle,” as I let myself go. Never. Ever. Did it feel this way with Ian.

  The thought is barely out of my mind before Kyle kisses me, deeply. My tongue greets his and I explore his mouth as much as he explores mine. And my tongue isn’t the only one doing its own exploration. My hand reunites with his hard length, and from the erotic sounds he makes when I touch him, it won’t be much longer before he’ll hopefully experience what I just did.

  Still kissing him, I grope around the nightstand with one hand, blindly searching for the foil packages. Once I find one, I stop kissing him and I push myself up to sit. He lies back on the bed, watching me with hooded eyes.

  I’ve never put on a condom before, but I’ve watched Ian do it. I rip open the package, careful not to damage the condom. Then with shaky hands, I slip the rubber onto his tip and begin unrolling it along his length. Sensing my nervousness, Kyle covers my hand with his and helps me guide it down.

  And then I do something I’ve never done before…I lower myself onto him and let his width fill me. I rock back and forth, and Holy of everything hot does it ever feel good.

  With his eyes open, watching me, Kyle grabs my hips and helps me find the rhythm that will push us both over the edge. It doesn’t take long before I tighten around him and call out his name, the intensity of the climax as powerful as the last time.

  Kyle comes seconds later.

  I sag to the bed, boneless and drained, knowing I’ll never been able to settle for less again.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Kyle

  Sofia rests her head on my chest, our breaths still ragged. My hand draws lazy circles on her back. “You’re amazing,” I tell her. And I mean it. I hadn’t pegged Sofia to be a fan of dirty talk. But she became more alive when I did that, like there was a neutron star buried deep, waiting to become a supernova.

  “I am?” Her surprise fades to sadness. She glances toward the window, her mind anywhere but in this moment, her mind anywhere but with me.

  I brush my fingers against her face. “What’s wrong?”

  Sofia looks back at me, the sadness still there. Instead of saying anything, she chews on her lip like she always does when she’s uncertain. Gone is the girl who finds joy in even the smallest things.

  “It’s okay,” I say. “You can tell me. Whatever it is we can deal with it together.”

  She nods and I snuggle her closer.

  “I told you my boyfriend cheated on me.” The sadness leaks into her voice and tears me apart. “He said he cheated on me because I was a lousy lay. He’d been bored of having sex with me, but didn’t know how to breakup with me without hurting me, so he slept around on me instead.”

  “You’re far from boring. Not even in the same galaxy as boring.” I kiss her shoulder. “Can I ask you a question?”

  She nods, not thoroughly convinced at my words. I’m not sure she’ll be willing to answer my question, but I want what we have between us to be something more, something real. And for that to happen we need to be honest with each other.

  “Did you ever climax with him?”

  Blushing and without hesitation, she shakes her head.

  “Did you just climax for me?”

  She nods.

  “In my apartment, did you climax then too?” I know she did, but I want her to see the difference between what we have and what she had with him. I want to make sure she doesn’t have any doubts about how good we are together.

  “Yes,” she whispers and I brush my lips against hers.

  “That proves he wasn’t the right guy for you.” I kiss her again, except now it’s possessive, erasing all memory of the asshole and replacing each one with memories of how great we are together.

  Our kisses become intense, and soon we’re ready to fuck again. And this time, with Sofia knowing that everything she’d been told in the past was a lie, the sex is more mind-blowing than before.

  • • •

  I wake up to the sound of rain hammering against the roof and the windows. I don’t open my eyes. I just lay listening to the noise, until I realize the rain isn’t all I hear. Sofia’s soft breaths cause an equally soft smile to sneak on my face.

  I open my eyes to find Sofia watching me in the dim light. Although she’s still covered with the bedding, she hasn’t put her clothes on yet. Good, now I won’t have to waste time removing them again.

  “Mornin’,” I say, voice low and husky with sleep.

  She smiles back at me. The smile is shy, a little nervous, but I can’t figure out what she has to be nervous about.

  “Looks like we won’t be going home yet.” I nod toward the window behind her.

  She laughs. “I guess you’ll just have to teach me how to play poker.”

  I nibble on her ear. She moans which gets my dick excited at the prospect of what’s coming next. “Only if I let you out of this bed. Maybe we can practice some more…” I don’t finish the sentence with words. I finish it with my hand tracing along the silky skin from her hip to her waist.

  Her eyes darken and she runs the tip of her tongue along her lip, her suggestion about playing poker long forgotten. “Practice is good. I could use lots of practice.”

  Before she had realized her ex-boyfriend had been way off base about how amazing she is in bed, she might’ve been serious when she said that. But this time, the unmistakable teasing to her tone makes me secretly hope it will storm for the rest of the week, just so that we’re stuck on this island. If it weren’t for my coaching job and her chance to work in the physical therapy clinic this week, I’d find an excuse for us to stay here.

  Her hand shifts under the sheet and cups my ass, her thumb brushing against my skin. I moan into her mouth, then move away and explore her jaw with my lips and tongue. She tastes like heaven. Every part of her tastes like heaven. I keep traveling along her skin to her neck. She runs her fingernails lightly down my back and I hum in satisfaction against her. Forget a week. I wouldn’t mind being stuck on this island for the rest of my stay in Finland.

  I kiss my way to her perfect rose-colored nipple, hard and ready for me to savor. I tease it with my tongue, drawing tight circles around it. Then I close my lips around it and alternate between sucking and nipping it with my teeth. Sofia gasps. Her fingers trace the same circles in my hair that I drew with my tongue against her breast.

  Needing to touch more of her, I let my hand wander over her body. She giggles and squirms as I hit her ticklish spots, and I mentally catalogue them for when I’m not about to make a claim on her. I switch to her other breast and tease it like I did the first. My fingers skim along her body, across her smooth stomach, and down to my favorite spot—between her legs. I slide my fingers between her folds, slick with need. “God, babe, you feel so good. So ready for me.” I dip a finger in and press it against her heated lining, then pull it out and rub it against her clit. “Do you feel how wet you are, how ready you are for me?” I growl, returning to her mouth.

  Sofia whimpers and I pinch her clit. Her whimper turns into an erotic moan against my lips that pushes me further to the edge and promises me a free fall to rival all others.

  I’ve had sex with many girls. I’m not ashamed to admit it. But sex with all those one-night stands is nothing like sex with Sofia. Maybe there’s something to be said about our relationship. It’s not just about sex.

  It’s about friendship and trust.

  And that makes a huge difference.

  Sofia wraps her hand around my dick and squeezes lightly. I suck in a breath and will myself not to come in her hand like an ine
xperienced fifteen-year-old. Her grip slips up to the head and she runs her thumb around the tip, and all my plans for what I want to do her body check the wall. I pull away and spread her knees apart before shifting so I’m kneeling between them. With her eyes dark and hooded, her blond hair fanned around her head, she watches me, curious what I’m going to do next.

  “God, you look so beautiful,” I husk. “I want you to watch me. I want you to see how much you affect me.” That should push aside any of her doubts about what she does to me.

  She nods, her eyes darker pools than before, not at all embarrassed by my words. If anything, she’s more turned on, and I didn’t think it was possible. I slip on a condom from the night table and hoist her legs onto my shoulders. Her eyes widen.

  I plunge deep into her and she moans that erotic sound of hers that has me almost coming. I still for a moment, doing my best not to close my eyes. I want to see her as much as I want her to see me.

  I press my thumb against her clit. She bucks against me, letting out another sexy sound.

  “Oh God, Kyle! I want you to…to fuck me…Now.”

  I pull out slightly and slam back into her. I swirl my thumb over the delicate tissue and slam back into her again. I continue the pattern until I’m certain we’re both close to coming, then I pick up the pace until Sofia’s softness grips tightly around me and she lets out a satisfied, “Oh, God, yes!” I wouldn’t be surprised if the people in the next cottage heard her even over the storm.

  That’s the last thought I have before I come, and a guttural sound falls from my lips.

  Once the intense tidal wave has crashed through me and some level of coherency returns, I remove her legs from my shoulders and lower them onto the bed, then remove the condom and collapse next to her. I pull her to me and whisper in her hair, “You’re mine now and only mine.” The words slip out so naturally even though they aren’t technically true. Our friends-with-benefits arrangement doesn’t make her mine.

  Not even close.

  “And you’re mine,” Sophia murmurs sleepily before drifting off to sleep.

  I watch her, purposefully ignoring the slight thrill her words gave me.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Kyle

  Normally after I finish work on Mondays, I head to the sports center to work out, have a sauna, then spend time with Sofia. But because she’s working in the physical therapy clinic this week, I won’t get to spend time with her until the weekend.

  I contemplate dropping into the clinic to check on her, but that’s the last thing she needs. So, I spend longer in the sauna than I normally would and head back to the apartment.

  “Hei,” Nik says from the couch, a beer in his hand. The TV is on, with what looks like an American soap opera I’ve seen Mom watch from time to time. I’ve never seen Nik watch it before. “You want to go out tonight?” he asks. “I need a drink and some action.”

  “Sure,” I say even though I shouldn’t. I haven’t been out since the first night I went down on Sofia. I’ve been too busy hanging out with her. But Nik really does look like he needs something. “You okay?”

  “Nothing getting laid won’t cure.” He finishes his beer and gets up to leave.

  We enter the sports bar and no sooner than we sit down, the waitress appears at our table. We order beers and she leaves, with Nik studying her ass as she walks away. I check out the menu. Nik does the same once the waitress is out of sight. A soccer match plays on the large screen TVs throughout the place. Unlike most of the patrons here, we don’t bother watching it. It’s just background noise for us.

  The waitress returns a few minutes later with our drinks. As she places the beers on the table, she leans over, flashing her ample cleavage from above the low cut t-shirt. Nik practically drools on the table.

  “Would you like anything else?” she asks, making eye contact with each of us in turn. We tell her our orders. I expect her to leave but she doesn’t. “Where in America are you from?”

  “Minneapolis,” I say.

  She nods. “You’re Nikolas Tikkanen, aren’t you?” she asks Nik.

  “Depends if that’s a good thing or not.” But he says it in a tone suggesting ‘your place or mine?’

  She giggles. The sound is nothing like when Sofia laughs. It reminds me of a hyena. “It’s a good thing.” She looks me over. “You play for the Bears too, no?”

  I open my mouth to answer but Nik beats me to it. “One of the best on the team.”

  I don’t bother to correct him. There’s no point.

  She leaves to put in our order and I gulp back some beer. A few minutes later, it’s no longer just Nik and I at the table. Two other girls join us. Like the waitress, they’re pretty with large tits and tight, low-cut t-shirts. Typically, I don’t care either way about breast size. Small, medium, large, they’re all good. But for some reason my mind goes to Sofia and her perfect tits.

  I chug back more beer as cheers break out throughout the bar.

  “Are you in Helsinki for long?” Taala, the brunette, asks me. Laina is busy talking to Nik.

  “Till the end of the month.”

  That makes Taala happy. She scoots closer to me and leans in as the waitress returns with the food. Before Taala can get close enough to touch me, the waitress’s arm shoots between us and she lowers my plate onto the table. Her hip nudges Taala away from me in a move that’s clearly intentional. I do my best not to laugh.

  She places Nik’s plate in front of him and asks if we need anything else. Nik and I order more beer. Taala’s and Laina’s glasses are still full. They excuse themselves for the bathroom.

  I check the time on my phone. Sofia should be getting off her job anytime now. I text her: How did your 1st day in clinic go?

  She responds a minute later. Loved it! Much more fun than cleaning toilets. I laugh. Just about anything is more fun than cleaning toilets.

  I type: You want to come over?

  Have to pass. Need to go to bed.

  This doesn’t surprise me. I dropped Sofia off at her grandmother’s apartment around midnight last night, after we spent most of the day on the island. It wasn’t until early evening that the lake calmed down enough for us to return to the mainland.

  Sweet dreams. Talk to you later.

  Good night. :)

  I slip the phone back in my jean’s pocket as Taala and Laina return. The bar is busier now even though it’s Monday night. Busier and hotter.

  Fortunately, the beer isn’t hot. It’s refreshing and cool. And before I realize it, Nik and I have had several more rounds. Taala talks but I can’t hear her over the noise of cheering soccer fans.

  She leans closer to me, but she doesn’t repeat what she said. Her hand moves to my thigh. Nik and the blond have been making out for the past hour, and don’t look like they plan to stop any time soon. His hand is on her tit and it doesn’t take much imagination to know what will happen between them soon. The question is will it be her place or ours?

  Taala’s hand isn’t content where it is, and she traces her fingers up my leg until her hand cups my package. Any other time this wouldn’t be an issue, but now that Sofia and I have progressed to friends with benefits, I have no idea what the boundaries are. If she was my girlfriend, touching, kissing, sex would all be off limits. But what are the rules when it comes to friends with benefits?

  The one thing I do know as Taala’s tongue invades my mouth is her kisses do nothing for me. They’re nothing like Sofia’s kisses.

  I pull away and remove her hand from my crotch. It doesn’t matter what the rules are when it comes to friends with benefits and screwing other women, I’m not into Taala. I make a big deal about checking the time on my phone. “Looks like it’s time for me to call it a night,” I tell everyone at the table. From the way Nik and Laina are going at it, they either didn’t hear me, or didn’t care, or all of the above.

  Taala pouts, which doesn’t look half as adorable as when Sofia does it. “I can come with you if you want.”


  I fake a yawn. “Sorry, I have to get up early for work.” Nik doesn’t help my case since the women know we work together. I can see it in Taala’s eyes as she looks over at him and her friend.

  I indicate to the waitress that I want to settle my bill. She returns a few minutes later. I pay her and say goodbye to everyone at the table. Still in a lip lock with Laina, Nik waves. I push myself up from my chair. It’s only then that I notice someone who looks like a blurry Joni. Shit, I’m more tired and drunk than I realized.

  Except this blurry Joni is glaring at me in the same way I’ve caught the original doing.

  Ignoring the warning bells in my head, I leave the bar and walk home.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Kyle

  I’m an idiot.

  The pounding in my head fully agrees with that assessment. I should have known better when I went out with Nik last night. I thought I could handle it.

  I was wrong.

  But at least I’ve had more sleep than Nik, who looks like shit. Luckily he went to Laina’s apartment last night instead of bringing her to our place.

  “Okay, guys,” I say to the boys after they’ve warmed up on the soccer field, “new coordination drill.” I get everyone to partner off and grab a tennis ball. “Stand next to your partner, and toss the tennis ball back and forth between you.”

  They glance around, wondering if they’re missing something. This drill is easy. I’m not known for easy drills. I let them practice for a few minutes. “All right. Now you’ll do the same drill, but this time you’ll run while tossing the ball back and forth to your partner.”

  The best part about being the coach is I don’t have to demonstrate the skills. Especially ones like this. Which is a good thing given Nik’s state. Okay, my pounding head wouldn’t have appreciated it either, but I would’ve lived.

  The boys get to work. I chuckle to myself at their missed attempts, but one of the best parts about the drill is that the boys have to learn to work together. It’s not about screwing up the other person so you can win.