Page 22 of Ice Dance Hockey

I determine where the washroom is and head that way, planting his ass on the long marble countertop. I’ll start with removing his makeup. For now, I place his shoes on the counter.

I don’t get the chance to do much of anything. His teeth sink into the flesh of my wrist and unlike Theo who clamped down anywhere, Logan knows where to bite. I absorb the pain, crying out, but with enough wherewithal to press into a tender point on his neck so he’ll release me.

I’m bleeding. Blood drips down his mouth and triumph shines in his eyes. He’s been dreaming of that. “That’s for smacking my ass.”

My wrist throbs. “I shouldn’t have done that,” I admit. “I won’t do it again without permission.”

He shrugs. “Never said you couldn’t do it; you just have to be willing to deal with the consequences.”

Oh, really? I like that.

A lot.

I’m good at dealing with consequences. I check in some drawers for a facecloth and when I find one, I run it and my wrist under warm water to get rid of some of the blood dripping its way into the sink. A cloth and some water are never going to get all that eyeliner off him. My sister uses special makeup remover.

He notices me looking around.

“Rachel’s got some makeup remover in the cupboard over there. Try not to use too much or she’ll fucking skin you alive.”

I raise a brow. “What happened to your protest?”

Sighing, he rolls his eyes dramatically. “I had some time to think while you lugged me around like the barbarian that you are. Merc’s right. You’ve put out, it’s only fair that I do, too. I’ll go to dinner with you on your terms, Elkington.”

He’s lost his spark, though. I don’t like that.

Using a towel, I dry my still-bleeding wrist. It’s just going to have to stay like that for now. At least it’s a slow bleed, the blood only seeps down my forearm. Reaching into the cupboard, I find the makeup remover along with some cotton pads.

“Do you really like how I look?” he asks, perking up a little.

I use his chin to turn his head up. “Close your eyes,” I instruct him. His lids flutter closed. He’s got long dark lashes. I start on his right eye with the make-up remover. “I meant what I said. You’re divine. My dick’s hard.”

His eyes pop open and he pulls away. “It is?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Can I touch it?”

“My dick?”

“No, your weird cleft-y chin. Of course, your dick.”

“Sure, go for it.”

His hands reach for my crotch. My already massive member would look larger with his thin fingers wrapped around it. All the blood rushes to my cock.

Logan’s hand gropes me and his jaw drops while my groin lights with delicious tingles. Fuck, I’d love it if he gave it a little stroke.

“Okay, you’ve got something to be proud of in there.”

“I do.”

“So modest, too,” he says. “A-And it’s this hard for me? You sure it’s not because you were with Jack?”

“Nope. I won’t lie about him, he makes my dick hard, but this one’s all you, beautiful scorpion.”

He smiles. Only for a second, but I catch it.

Elkington shoots, he scores!

---