Page 55 of Afterglow
She takes slow, slinking steps until she’s right in front of me. “Fletcher.” She tips my chin up with her petite palm, forcing eye contact. Her thumb strokes through my facial hair, waking goosebumps that run down my spine. “You’re supposed to say you like it.”
I relax into the tender touch. “I like it.”
Behraz’s eyes still for a moment, pupils blowing wide. Her tongue wets the seam of her rosy, stained lips. “Good boy.”
In one feathery sweep down my neck, across the round of my shoulder, and down my arm, she takes control by clasping my hand, using it to help me to my feet and lifting it above her head so she can twirl.
“Can you see my ass?”
I check as we walk toward the door. “No.”
“Damn. Well, does it at least look fat?” She leans in to whisper. “Say yes.”
“Yes.” I tease a grin and release our hands to slap the ample curve of her ass. She squeals in mock surprise. “And it’s juicy, too.”
“Me?” Her finger jabs one side of my butt. It jiggles. “What’s all that movement back there?” She pokes it again as I’m pushing my foot into a sneaker at the door. I almost lose my balance. “The aftershocks are crazy.” Her arms wind up like a softball pitcher and grip two handfuls of my ass. “This thing looks so delicious, I could just eat it. Om nom nom.”
My cock pulses as we stroll down the hallway, asshole clenching at the thought of her mouth on it. “You can’t stay shit like that to me, Bea.”
“Or else?” She smirks, challenging my threat.
“Or else we’re gonna have…trouble.” If I get any harder, we’ll have to go to the ER.
“Okay, okay. Let’s get outta here. The site said public skate is only until six.”
By the time we get there, all the ice scooters are rented out, so I skate backwards while holding both of Bea’s hands. She pushes forward on the ice.
“You’re doing great!” A couple of little kids zoom past us without any aid, shaking their heads. Behraz throws me a doubtful look. “Don’t pay any attention to them.”
“I’m not.”
“You have nothing to be ashamed of?—”
“I know…” She stifles a smile, driving her skates harder, forcing me back. “I actually don’t need help.”
“You don’t?” I pick up speed to keep up with her. “What about your two left feet?”
We turn around the curve.
“I’m no Michelle Kwan, but I’m not terrible.”
I release one hand to skate alongside her as she speeds through center ice.
“But then you held my hands and were being so cute, so I went along with it.”
Wow. I’m an idiot.
“I’m Canadian, after all. It’s pretty much a requirement to know how to ice skate.” She leans forward and balances on one foot, raising a leg behind her. “Indi, Gabe, and I go down to the canal every winter. Don’t worry, Fletcher. I like it when you hold my hands.”
Despite the frigid air around us, my skin flames.
“And I like how flustered you get even more.” She tugs my arm to whisper in my ear. “The way you blush is so hot.”
“We’re in trouble now,” I mutter. “We’re gonna have to go home.”
“Oooh,” the instigator says through a giggle. “I like a little trouble.”
“It’s about to turn into more than that.”
