Page 76 of Trouble in Love
“We’re doing it, we’re doing it. Okay, so the first thing you need do to become an awesome skater is get a super-hot, sex-machine husband. You got that already, so you’re streets ahead.”
“Oh, good. I’m thrilled.”
“As you should be.” I nodded. “Second, you need a nice juicy ass to land on. You got that, too.”
“Damn straight,” she said with a tush wriggle that instantly caught the attention of my cock.
“And third, you need to be brave.”
“Brave? Does it hurt that much when you fall?”
“Yep. Especially when I do this.” Gripping her waist, I lifted her from the ice, straightened my arms, and held her above my head.
“Luca, oh my god, you’re going to kill me!” she squealed while laughing so deep and hard her body shook in my hands.
“Babe, I promise I won’t. I did figure skating for five years in high school. It was a great way to meet cute skater girls and even cuter gay guys before I came out.”
“Please don’t talk when you are holding me in a death lift.”
“This is not a death lift. It’s a basic group 2li hand-to-waist hold. Death lifts are lesson two.”
“Luca! I don’t know your stupid skating lingo! Put me down.”
“Okay, okay.” Since I was unable to stop laughing, letting her down was probably wise. Taking all the care in the world, I relaxed my arms and slowly lowered Polly to the ice, unnecessarily rubbing her tight little body over as I did so. Once back on land, kind of, I hoped to see a cute giggle or to take a playful slap. But tears? Tears were unexpected and devastating.
“Hey, hey, Pol. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You’re okay,” I whispered, cupping her rosy, tear-stained cheeks in my hands and kissing her forehead. “You’re safe. I’ll never let anything hurt you. You know that, right?”
“I do, but sometimes knowing something and trusting it are two different things.”
“Not when you’re with me, they’re not. With me, you trust. With me, you never need to be afraid.”
Luca
The attempt to impress Polly with my skating prowess backfired big time. Instead of creating a sexy and memorable first moment on the ice, I’d almost guaranteed she would never skate with me again,andfurther exposed that vulnerability that lived just below her beautiful surface. She may have acted tough and uncaring, but the woman had a heart of gold. She was just too scared and felt too undeserving and unworthy of love to show it.
Her mood had darkened in the following days, and though she tried to put on a happy face as soon as I arrived back at our suite, I could tell Nevada wasn’t for her. And even for a simpleton like me, it was easy to understand why. Polly had gone from her childhood home, a rural suburb of a beach town, to the never-sleeping, always buzzing entertainment capital of the world. From two jobs to boredom and from living with family to having little to no contact with them at all. I couldn’t blame her a bit for being slightly miserable. I needed to give my beautiful wife a worthy home. Then, once settled, she could make friends, repair the damaged relationships that meant so much to her,and even though she never had to work again if she didn’t want to, hopefully find a meaningful career. All this meant the house hunting Ana had been undertaking on my behalf had to prove fruitful. And it did, right as we were about to leave Vegas.
“Gotta say, little bro, shopping for mansions with other people’s money is a lot of fun.”
“Mansions?” I puffed, “Dick, I told you I don’t want a mansion. I just want a nice house on the Island with a big yard, so Polly has a garden and a greenhouse, just like she had at home.”
“Yeah? Then you’re probably not going to like what I just did.”
“What did you do?”
“Umm … I just bought you a mansion. But if you don’t like it, I’d be happy to take it off your hands for 1/80th of its value.”
“That’s very big of you, Ana.”
“Hey, it’s just the kind of person I am.” Feeling a sudden headache coming on, I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Is it close to Garden City, at least? Half the team lives there, and I’d love for Polly to be near some of the other wives.”
“It’s on the Island, yes.”
“Ana.”
“Luca.”
