Page 109 of Ice Dance Hockey

“Aren’t you supposed to have a more positive disposition than I do?”

“I have a realistic one, and I know there’s nothing we can do to change people, or my father wouldn’t be actively sabotaging Jack’s career.”

I smile because of the strength I hear there. He’s accepted his father’s immorality and has moved on with plans to set it right instead of wallowing. He loves his father and holds space open for him to change, knowing that only his father can be the creator of that reality. Wasting anger on that—too often—would only hurt him and his chance of succeeding.

It’s that attitude that makes Rhett a powerful adversary on and off the ice.

“Anyway, I don’t like this. I don’t want you sad or upset,” he says. “Shall I buy you a pony? That’s sure to get Merc’s blood boiling.”

I laugh and tug on his hair again. “I’m going to be sad and upset sometimes, gorilla.”

“I forbid it,” he says. “Think happy thoughts. Here, I’ll give you one.” He shimmies down to lap at dried cum on my spent cock.

“What does my cum taste like?”

“Salt and peaches,” he says.

He’s quickly bringing my cock to life. “Rhett?” I say before he can get too far.

“Yes, darling dear?”

“Thank you. I don’t know if there was a solution in what you said, but somehow, I feel better.”

“Of course you do. You’re with me now and I’m awesome. You have nothing to worry about ever again.”

That pulls a harder laugh. “You’re such a conceited fucking dick.”

“Go on. Deny that it’s true.”

“Which part?”

“All of it.”

Fuck, me, I can’t.

When I’m with him I don’t worry about things so much because I am confident he’ll take care of me in the ways I’ve never been able to.

Iamwith him now.

And dammit, heisawesome.

“Can’t think of anything to the contrary, can you?” he says, sucking my dick into his mouth.

My hips buck and I hiss. “There are lots of things,” I lie. “But I’ll … I’ll tell you later.”

Maybe.

* * *

Over the next few weeks, I continue to practice on my own and with Rhett, using some of the larger dildos, which still don’t compare to Rhett, but I take the fact that I like them so much better than the smaller ones as a good sign.

Rhett and I live it up in the public eye, showing off for social media, and also spending time with his family with the faint hope that if we play by the Elkington family rules and show his dad how much we’re into each other, he’ll drop whatever he’s planning.

It gets harder to believe he’s planning anything when things are so good, but Rhett claims his father’s strategy is more like a snake in the grass. He’s clever and only strikes when the timing’s right. It’s both devious and psychological. The most efficient way to take an opponent down. Rhett exhausts himself coming up with counter defenses to the potential havoc his father could rain upon us.

“Maybe he finally believes us, baby,” I’ve said to him.

“No, he doesn’t. I’ll know when he does.”

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