Page 47 of Back On Ice

“Fucking touch yourself, Angel. I want to see your fingers slide across that pretty pink clit while I make you fall apart.” I say with more force, taking one of my hands and wrapping it around her neck. I squeeze gently, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who’s in charge here. To ground her.

Her cheeks become even more pink before she bites her lip, tentatively moving her hand down to her pussy. “Good fucking girl,” I growl, and her pupils blow at my words, lust evident as she stares at me, rubbing her clit in firm, short strokes. Watching her come undone by her own hand almost has me blowing my load before she comes, but soon her channel clenches around my cock, sending me over the edge as well.

My head falls back against the floor of the truck bed, and my chest rises and falls as I try to catch my breath. Her body collapses on top of mine, and we hold each other, both of our chests heaving.

Sophie is everything I’ve been missing. Her warmth, her touch, her beautiful heart. This moment… her in my arms, both of us half-naked, the stars in the sky, is one that will live in my mind for the rest of my life.

We lay together in silence for a bit, before she speaks.

“You’re good at it too, you know,” she says quietly.

“At what?” A yawn escapes me.

“Taking care of people.”

Her words have me bringing her closer to my chest, pressing a kiss into her hair. Before long, her breathing turns shallow, and when I tilt my head to look at her, she’s fast asleep.

I’ll let myself rest for a few moments, and then I’ll take her back to my hotel room so she can get some real sleep.

She doesn’t stir when I fix her dress, covering her beautiful breasts once again. Nor when I lift her from the bed of the truck, tucking her into the passenger seat before making the shortdrive back. A small whimper escapes her when I carry her into my hotel room and place her in my bed.

“Carter?” she whispers, her eyes half closed as I shimmy her dress down her body, before replacing it with one of my shirts.

“Shhh, Angel. I’ll take care of you.” Getting up, I head to the bathroom and wet two washcloths, then bring them back to her. The first one I use to wipe her face, getting under her eyes where her makeup smudged and capture her lips in a swift kiss. The second one, I run between her legs, cleaning up the mess we made.

With that taken care of, I pull us both under the covers and she snuggles close to me.

Having her in my arms, thoroughly satisfied and boneless, is better than anything I could have dreamed. It’s the missing piece of my life I’ve been chasing since Dad forced me away from Ivy Glen.

Now that I have her again, I’m never letting her go.

Chapter Twenty

SOPHIE

It’s beena week since the night in the back of Carter’s truck and things have been going… surprisingly well. We’ve spent the last seven days re-learning everything there is to know about each other, both in the bedroom and in our everyday lives. Carter hangs out with Jake or helps his mom with some home remodeling while I’m at work, and more than once, I’ve watched him on the ice with Jordan and his friends.

We haven’t seen each other yet today, and I had planned to go over to his place for dinner. Then, I got his text an hour ago, and I thought I read it wrong. Silk scarves? What on earth could he want to do with those?

“He wants you to bringwhat?” The excitement in Abbie’s voice coming through my phone makes me chuckle as I search the back of the closet.

“Silk scarves.” I nearly blush at Abbie’s squeal on the other line.

“Damn. Maybe Carter needs to give Jake some ideas because that ishot.”

Chuckling, I grab a small stool from my room to stand on to reach the top shelf. “Oh? I thought things were still exciting between you two.”

“It’s just sex,” Abbie says almost defensively. “As long as I get a decent amount of orgasms at least two times a week, I’d say it’s going fantastic.”

Rolling my eyes, I grab the box from the back and nearly shout in victory. After pulling it down, I settle on the floor to pull out a few options.

“Uh uh. You’re not fooling me. Don’t forget I’ve known you since kindergarten and know all about your long-standing crush on Jake Ashford.”

“No way, that was years ago,” Abbie protests. “He hardly noticed me back then, and we even hung out in the same group of friends. Now, it’s his turn to wish he had my heart.”

Running the material through my fingers, I nearly shudder at the sensation of the fabric against my skin. Maybe Carter was onto something after all. “Well, if you guys ever decide to make it more than just sex, you could up that to five nights a week. Maybe Carter can give these to Jake next.”

“You lucky bitch,” Abbie mumbles. “Did you find any?”

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