Page 58 of Ice Bet

The desire went both ways.

I was totally and irrevocably his at this moment.

When he pulled his attention back to me, something had changed. “It’s getting hot in here.”

Sweat trickled down the side of his flushed face at the same time it crept against my neck. He followed the little bead with his eye before whisking me away from the glass and placing me down on the ice.

I tensed as he hovered over me. He quickly untangled himself from my arms that were trapping him and pulled at the end of the scarf. It fell swiftly, and Aasher intertwined one of his hands with mine and slowly pushed it over my head and onto the ice.

“Eyes on me.”

He knew I was back. He knew I was remembering where we were and why he was touching me.

I nodded shakily.

“Open your legs.” Our eyes met, and my stomach hollowed.

Aasher pushed the inner part of my knee, releasing himself from the vise grip I had on him.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Now I’m going to need you to come for me.”

His dirty words swept me away. I relished in the burn of the frosted floor as he pulled my leggings down in one quick motion. His rough palm rubbed against my clit as he cupped his fingers inside of me, pushing farther and farther until he hit a spot that my body liked.

Oh my god.

“You like that?” he asked, staring down at me like he wanted to devour me. “That’s it,” he coaxed, rubbing faster. I moaned, and he cursed under his breath.

“Come for me, baby, and make it good, because I’m theonlyhockey player that gets to see this.”

My body betrayed me, and I completely shattered around him, arching my back against the hard, frosted rink. He squeezed my hand tightly, keeping it pinned to the ice. He pumped his finger in and out as I squeezed and whimpered, shutting my eyes to enjoy the way my body came alive.

Aasher pulled his hand away. But instead of releasing me altogether, he cupped my waist and rested his sweaty forehead on my lower belly, inhaling deeply. “I need to burn this from my fucking head.”

His tone was a bite to the air, and chills flew to my skin with his hot breath. With the ice beneath my back and his warmth on my front, I felt unraveled. We stayed like that for so long my back started to grow numb, and a chill cracked down my spine.

But it worked.

I was on the ice.

Aasher eventually pulled me to my feet and made sure my leggings were back in place. I looked down and knew that standing on the ice was nothing compared to putting skates on my feet and landing a triple again, but it was a step in the right direction.

It was too bad he couldn’t touch me like this all the time.

We stayed silent as he pulled me off the ice. We walked slowly, and my chest grew tight as I slid beside him. When the door shut, he pulled me into his chest. His thumb gently tugged at my chin, and his finger swept across my lips.

“Not a word, Duster. If you tell anyone…” He looked away, full of guilt. “Be here tomorrow night, seven sharp.” He put distance between us and walked away. With his back to me, I still heard the sharp warning. “And wear a fucking chastity belt.”

19

AASHER

Dad: Keep your head in the game this weekend. I know it’ll be tough because of who they are, but we’ve raised you right.

I leaned against the glass and typed several different variations of messages to my father but ended up clicking my phone off instead. I’d already managed to text Savannah back, and that was enough to get my blood flowing with dread.

Hockey was comforting to me, but when you were forced to play against your ex-girlfriend’s brother who chose to believe a lie instead of the truth, it didn’t feel so comforting after all.

“Sorry I’m late.” Riley clambered down the dark hall toward the ice. Her dark hair was down, and I thought of nothing but wrapping my fingers in it again and swallowing her sweet little gasps.

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