Page 125 of Break the Ice
The race begins with Rafe making a fake buzzer noise. Immediately, we’re off in a spurt of hyperactive energy. Rafe shoots ahead right from the start. The more trained speed skater between the two of us, I focus more on form.
Ankles and knees straight, my body bowed, I quickly gain momentum. My mind has slipped into competition mode. I’m zeroed in on the path ahead, tuning him out completely.
Rafe’s always a force to be reckoned with.
He’s pure speed, strength, and athleticism. He cuts across the ice as though it’s the most natural terrain to him—he lives and breathes being on the ice. He’s less controlled than I am. A fire that blazes a trail toward the finish line.
But I’m soon evening things out.
I propel myself forward and come up on his right.
We battle it out like this, rounding the corner of the rink so fast we must look like blurs to the human eye.
The tension only cinches tighter. It crackles in the air as we approach the final stretch.
Rafe’s pulling slightly ahead. His strength and speed and perfect male form gives him the edge in the race.
I keep up, pushing myself, tapping into the well of determination that athletes so often do. It might be harder now that I’m a couple years outside of my sport and not quite the same since my injury, but the fact that I’m matching Rafe Golding in the first place is a feat.
He’s about to overtake me completely with a final spurt of energy when I get strategic. I almost smirk to myself as I decide to play a little dirty.
Rafe deserves it given everything that’s happened. He’s the only man I want to be with, but I meant it when I said I wanted a little revenge.
It’s all in good fun. These competitive games that we play.
Before he can shoot ahead, I straighten up slightly. Only enough to reach for the hem of my slouchy sweater and to strip it off.
I’m speed skating topless, in only my leggings and ice skates.
Rafe notices right away. As I glide across the ice with my breasts quickly prickling from the freezing cold, he’s turning his head at me. He’s caught so off guard, he slows without even realizing he has.
Enough for me to gain a real lead.
I throw my arms up into the air as I reach the center line. My chest heaves, my lungs empty, the sounds out of me breathless. I spin around in my skates to flash him a gloating smile.
“I win!” I giggle.
Rafe’s chuckling too as he crosses the finish line only a couple seconds later. He doesn’t even try to pretend he was taking the race seriously any longer. He slides over to where I am, hooking his arm around my waist to pull me in for a kiss.
“You cheated, Sugar.”
“I improvised. A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.”
“New rule. Cheater gets her ass paddled.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat? Sounds more like a treat.”
Rafe scoops me up to my wild shriek of surprise. I’m thrown over his shoulder as he glides for the exit leading off the ice. I’m dropped to the player’s bench a few steps away. Our ice skates are quickly done away with, then our clothes. He almost rips my leggings yanking them off. I push myself up on the bench and rise to meet his kiss.
Right away, he’s consuming me. His tongue’s in my mouth and his hand’s clenches shut over my breast. Our hot kisses only burn more out of control as soon he’s sliding into my pussy and I’m screaming out at how full he makes me feel.
It’s the first round of several tonight. We play our games like we always do, in the end, closer than when we started.
34. Marisse
One year later…
“Thanks for joining us, ladies and gents and folks at home, to the seasonal rematch between old rivals the Wolves and the Trojans!”
