Page 97 of Switching Skates
“Yes, my love?” I whisper into her ear, and she jumps back, her arms flailing.
“Oh my God! How long have you been standing there?” she shrieks, and I laugh.
“Just got here. Are you ready?” I ask her, spinning her around with my hands on her waist.
She nods and readies her hand on the mask.
“Okay. You can take it off.”
She lifts the mask from her eyes, and they adjust for a second before her jaw falls to the floor when she takes in what she can see so far. “Are those candles?” she gasps, following the trail of rose petals I left her. “Oh my God, Mase.”
Her hand flies to her mouth as she rounds the truck bed and sees everything waiting for her.
“I thought maybe we could watch a movie off of your list out here tonight.”
Her head whips to me, her eyes glossy and big. Her bottom lip trembles, and I step closer to her, cupping her face.
“These had better be happy tears, baby.” I brush them away with my thumbs.
Nodding slowly at first and faster by the second, she smiles. “Of course they are. This isamazing.”
“I’m glad you think so.” I place a sweet kiss on her forehead and move my hands to her waist.
Lifting her up, I set her on the tailgate and slip her tennis shoes off of her as she watches me in awe. I kick my shoes off and join her.
She walks on her knees across the bed, turning around and sitting down with her back on the pillows. I sit down next to her and pull the makeshift lid table over to her.
“Everything’s gluten-free, if that wasn’t already an obvious fact.” I laugh as she digs into the charcuterie board.
The music plays softly, the perfect volume coming from inside the truck, setting the vibe as a light breeze flutters around us.
“What movie do you w-want?” I stutter as she pushes the lid table down to the end of the tailgate. “What’s wrong? Is it bad? I’ve never really made one before?—”
Her hand covers my mouth and cuts me off. “No, it’s perfect.” She throws her leg over mine and straddles my lap, her hands falling to my shoulders.
My dick twitches as she grazes it with her thin leggings. My jersey flows down her body, engulfing her frame, and honestly, I’ve never found her sexier.
“I didn’t bring you out here for this, Daph,” I assure her, and once again, she cuts me off with her hand closing over my mouth.
She flips her hair to one side and leans down to my ear, dropping her weight down onto me completely, and I groan at the sensation of having her so close.
“Did you ever think that maybe it’s exactly what I might want right now?”
My hands find her hips without thought, rocking her gradually back and forth.
I mean, obviously, the idea of that crossed my mind, but I definitely didn’t think it’d be the first thing we started with.
She grabs my face and forces me to look at her. “For the love of God, Mason, stop holding back. You’re not going to scare me away. I’m not going to run. I’myours. Completely. Wholeheartedly.” Her voice lowers, drowning in desire as she grinds her center against me. “Do with me as you wish.”
Something snaps inside me, and my lips are on hers before she even finishes her final word, my hands digging in her hips as I grind up against her. She moans into my mouth as I slip my tongue between her lips.
“You want me to let go?” I groan, something animalistic and untethered taking over. “Want me to show you all of the dirty, vile things I’ve fantasized of doing to you?”
She leans back, her teeth raking across her bottom lip. Bouncing her hips in my lap, she nods. “So badly.”
And I’m a fucking goner.
Our bodies grind into one another, and I guide her hips exactly where I want them, my cock pressed into the soft spot between her legs.
