Page 113 of Born of Ice

“To watch the Outlaws play, of course,” I say cheerily, but he’s already stepping away from me, shaking his head violently.

“Nope. Absolutely-fucking-not. One day, Electra. The terminator gave us one day off and I’m not wasting it.”

“That’s hardly wasting it,” I protest. I was ready for this reaction even though I still don’t know why he completely shut himself off from hockey. I catch him glancing at the ice longingly when he thinks no one’s watching. I can feel his excitement any time he’s coaching Emett. Whenever the sports channel is on,his ears perk up at the mention of a game but he’s yet to watch one.

It’s been a month since I got up but Exton hadn’t called his coach yet to get back out there and it worries me. No, it downright scares me, because he’s shutting down a vital part of him. From everything I’ve seen, hockey is as important to him as figure skating is to me.

It’s a part of him and I’m afraid that he’s using me to replace that missing piece.

But I don’t want to be just his replacement. I don’t want him to be with me to fill in the void. But even worse, what will happen to him when I go back to professional skating? When I’m no longer lazing around the house with him? Goofing around on the ice?

What then?

Will his anger consume him once again?

Will I lose him?

He told me once they don’t need him. But that’s not what I got from looking up the Outlaws stats the other day. The team is suffering, badly. Their defense is weaker than ever, not that I know what it means but that’s what Severin said in his interview three days ago. He even mentioned that he can’t wait to have Exton back. And he meant it. I could see it in his eyes, he meant it.

We’ve seen Sava a few times since he came by the day he brought that gift for me, but just like back then Exton would shut down any mention of hockey or the Outlaws.

Just like he’s gearing up to do with me now.

“Anything that doesn’t end up with my cock in all three of your holes today is a waste.” Case in point. Sucks I don’t wear kitty gloves with this guy. I’m ready to tear him to shreds if that’s what it takes to get to the bottom of this.

“Exton, it’s your own team.”

“Nope.”

I jump off the counter and stalk toward him. I know it the second he realizes my intention, sees the way my eyes glow, my tongue traces over my lip and the extra sway to my hips.

While the look he gives me is one of“Fuck, I know I’ll end up doing whatever she wants.”

“Baby,” I coo, using his favorite pet name as I come right up to him, my finger drawing lines over his chest as I sink my teeth into my lip. “I promise to make good use of the drive there and back.”

He groans, squeezing his eyes so hard I’m sure he sees black while mentally chanting something to himself. The finger on his chest trails down, brushing over his very unsubtle erection and that one little graze has him pushing his hips into my hand, seeking more.

My boy is hungry and when I cup his dick through his sweatpants, giving it a good rub and a silent promise of another on-the-road blow job, his resolve completely shutters.

“Evil. You are an evil angry elf!”

“But I’m an evil angry elf that loves to suck your cock.”

He curses under his breath before grumbling, “What time is the game?”

“Twelve,” I quickly answer, hoping today he didn’t check the time himself because he’s not as sly as he thinks he is. Like I mentioned earlier, I notice things.

He looks at the time now and groans. “That means we have to leave like now.”

“Mm-hmm.” I jump up, kiss his cheek and grab the omelet he made me, stuffing it down as fast as I can.

“Fucking unbelievable,” Exton muses to himself but grabs his food and eats it just as fast. “So much for Saturday sex.”

Three hours, two blow jobs, and three orgasms—by my own hand as he demanded—later, we are driving into Boston with me behind the wheel.

So, I might’ve used his sated state to be the one driving right now, claiming I wanted to experience that again since I had yet to drive after the incident. Which is partially true.

I haven’t driven yet. But I don’t particularly care about it. In all honesty, I despise driving and would die a happy woman if I didn’t have to spend even one minute behind the wheel but if I’d tell Exton where I needed us to go before the game, he’s never do it.

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