Page 79 of Pinkie Promise

I press her back up against my front and settle my chin onto her shoulder. I nudge her pretty boot with my big one and she breathes out a nervous laugh as she takes in the size difference.

“Bend your knees,” I murmur.

Her body shivers at the command.

“I don’t think that we’re supposed to do this on the ice,” she whispers back to me. “It’s a family place.”

I grin and tug at her earlobe with my teeth.

“You gonna be difficult?” I ask her, rubbing my thumbs into her back. The naughty smile on her lips tells me everything that I need to know. “Fine.”

I slide my hands down to her hips and push firmly, making her breathing hitch as I settle her into a slight squat position. My dick is wedged right against her ass, making my chest heave like a motherfucker as her body presses against mine.

“Now lean to the side on your blades,” I rasp. “I’ll move with you.”

“Which way?” she asks breathlessly.

“Either.”

She hesitates for a moment before crouching a little lower, and tightening her body as she leans infinitesimally to her right.

My voice comes out in a gravel scrape, too damn aware of how taut her body is under my palms. “Good. Do the other side.”

She slowly leans her bodyweight over to her left and I press myself up behind her, following her movements.

“Now we’re gonna go back to the centre and you’re gonna kick your blade off of the ice like you’re trying to pedal. Just a soft kick that’ll carry you a couple of feet forward. You’re light as fuck so you don’t need to do it too rough.”

We can save all the rough stuff for when we’re off the ice.

“Okay,” she breathes, realigning her body so that she’s almost standing fully upright. The only difference now is the slight bend in her knees. I keep my hands on her hips as she lifts her arms to balance herself and then she kicks slightly on her blade, scooching forward about half a centimetre.

I can’t help but laugh, pressing a kiss against her cool cheek. “Harder, baby.”

Her body shudders against my torso and my grip on her hips becomes a little less gentlemanly.

She kicks her foot slightly harder and this time she’s really moving.

“Keep doing that, baby. Both sides,” I tell her, even though she’s doing it naturally, only wobbling when she glances back at me over her shoulder. I can tell that she’s got this on lock, her core cheerleader strength meaning that her balance is unbelievable, but I keep my hands on her anyway for purely selfish reasons.

I don’t need to hold a squat to skate so I stand to my full height and move my hands just beneath her arms. She has both of them slightly extended and she’s kicking harder and faster, a pink blush nipping the tip of her nose. My digits are only amillimetre away from brushing over her breasts meaning that, out of the two of us,I’mthe one who’s breathing unevenly.

“Fallon,” I murmur, gripping my fingers harder into her flesh.

She turns in a spin that I didn’t even teach her and she beams up at me, glowing with adrenaline.

“This is wild,” she says excitedly, somehow naturally skating backwards.

I roam my hands down over her ass and pull her flush up against my body. “You’re real good, baby. You’re a total natural.”

Her eyes sparkle and she squirms a little, preening.

“No way,” she says, lowering her lashes, even though I know she knows that she’s killing it.

We skate the rink for a good half an hour, Fallon anxiously pushing back against me when I press my arousal into her behind. I scrape my stubble up and down the side of her throat and she tenderly places her hands over mine. Her icy cold fingers have me holding her tighter against my chest, wanting to warm her up from the outside in.

By the time that we get back to the truck I really can’t get my hands off of her.

I wait until I’ve pulled up outside of her condo but, once we’re parked up, I can’t take it anymore. We can’t even climb into the back because I have all of my shit back there – all of the stuff I took home over the winter break that I’m now taking back to the hockey house.

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