Page 70 of At the Edge with You

And not even I can change my mind.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

Jett

If my life had been a movie, the next few weeks would have looked a lot likeTheCutting Edgeworkout montage to “Turning Circles”bySally Dworsky. Every morning, we roll out of bed, usually mine, and head to work out. Then we skate for an hour, working on the choreo that Fable came up with between working on our jumps, leaps, and lifts. After that, we shower, usually together, and then head to Noelle’s for coffee and a snack. Once we get back to the Ice Thistle, we get to work. When we’re not in the office doing paperwork, then we’re in the rinks, training our clients or teaching classes. In the evenings, after her private lessons and my work on the west rink, we skate for another hour or so before falling into bed together.

These last few weeks have honestly been the best of my life.

Her trust in me shines in her sweet eyes at every turn, and I feel so fucking lucky that I’m on the receiving end of it. That, even after all these years, she knows that I have her back and that I wouldn’t let anyone or anything hurt her. To know I’m the reason for the quick little grins and sneaky smiles has me on a high I didn’t even know was possible.

I love her.

Deeply.

With my whole body and soul.

I think I’ve always been in love with her, and I hate that anger follows that thought. It’s bringing me down, and I hate that too. For years, we were apart, and for what? Because her family thought I was unworthy and because I was poor? I should have worked eight jobs to continue skating beside her. I shouldn’t have let her go, and that’s something I’ll always have to live with. Along with the fact that my beautiful princess suffered just as much as I did. It fills me with rage to know that she has gone years thinking she was broken and unable to feel true pleasure. She got away from her parents for a reason, only to fall victim to more toxic people. I don’t know why anyone would make her feel like that. Why they couldn’t take the time to give her what she needed. I did it without even knowing what was going on in her chaotic brain, and I will continue to do so to prove to her that she deserves only that.

I’ve always loved eating pussy, but with her, it’s a need. Not only do I want her body to catch fire for me, but I also want her to feel how desperately I desire her. How nothing in this world brings me more pleasure than seeing her come. She is perfect, her body made for mine, and I want to spend the rest of my days proving that to her. I want her to know that when I touch her, it’s because I physically have to. It’s a need that only she evokes in me. Even back when we were younger, I’d take any chance I could get to link my fingers with hers. Or touch her body. I was the happiest when her hand was in mine, right before we skated, her eyes shut as I gazed down at her, watching her breathe.

I never thought I’d get to see something so beautiful, but for the last few weeks, I’ve woken up in my bed with her or us in hers. Not even a detailed letter could have prepared me for howit feels to wake up with her in my arms. I never want to know anything but that feeling.

Even when she’s driving me nuts.

With her lips pursed and her brows drawn in, Fable smacks my forearm. “You have to stay tight. Don’t drop me.”

“I’d never drop you,” I throw back at her, and she raises a brow at me. We’ve been skating for two hours this evening, and I’m feeling every bit of my age. She won’t let up, though. She’s determined to get this lift, when I’d rather just lift her up on my cock.

“Keep up, pretty boy.”

I grin. “No problem, ice princess.”

Her brows furrow deeper as she pushes off, and I skate parallel beside her. She turns so that she’s skating backward and reaches for me, our hands locking. Our eyes meet, and the confidence in hers leaves me gasping for air. It reminds me of when we were younger, and I almost lose my footing. Though, I can’t let her down. She kicks her leg up, and I swiftly lift her, her body twisting in the air before I hold her overhead, her legs out in a split. Now, eighteen-year-old Fable would have had those legs straight out, but as she reminds me, her legs only bend back like that with the pressure of my hands on her thighs.

And thank fuck for that.

I skate with her above me easily, before I twist our hands and she closes her legs to slide down my body. I cup her ass with my hands, and her eyes meet mine, playfulness shining in them. “You can’t grab my ass like that in the show.”

I arch a brow. “Who says?”

She smacks me teasingly. “I do. It’s inappropriate.”

I squeeze her thick ass, loving that she’s in her little leotard and sheer skirt. “I don’t know…I think you like my hands on your ass.”

She beams. “Oh, I do, but not during a show for my grandmother.”

I scoff. “Kitty and the girls will be the ones hootin’ and hollerin’ the loudest.”

Her face flushes as she smacks me again. “Still, you can’t grab my ass and then transition to the next move.”

I flash her a look that tells her to try me. “I don’t agree. I can do a lot when it comes to your body.”

She snickers as she wraps her arms around me. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Kiss me,” I say without wavering, and the grin I’m rewarded with has my heart aching in my chest. She tilts her chin up, and I meet her sweet mouth with my own. She tastes so damn good, like the cinnamon from the frappé she drank earlier. I suck on her bottom lip before I sink my teeth into it, her hips arching against mine in the most delicious way. I dig my fingers into her ass as I hold her closer, loving how good she feels against me.

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