Page 54 of Fall to Me
Playtime is over. I can’t train her when we’re in this state of mind. I need to move on to something harder. Something she’s been struggling with.
“Let’s do some groundwork. Lay down on your back, I’m gonna wrap my hands around your throat.”
She swallows hard but does as I tell her. I straddle her, wrapping both hands around her neck. Panic sets in. She begins struggling, bucking her hips, and clawing at my arms. Her face turns red even though my hold is loose.
“I’m not squeezing tight, but someone else might. Do what I taught you and break out.”
“I can’t breathe,” she pants.
I break the hold and sit up, placing my hands on my thighs. “Let’s move through the motions together, slowly, alright?”
She calms down, and I start all over again. Once I have both hands around her throat, I walk her through it. “Good, now takea few deep breaths. It’s just me, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you. Take both hands and wrap them around my left arm. Good. Good. Now, lock my feet against your thighs with your own feet and pull down on my arm. Alright, now, roll me over, and do your thing.”
Doing exactly as I instruct, we roll.
“See there? That’s my girl. Now faster this time and finish me off.”
We go again. River wraps, locks, pulls, and rolls for a second time. Then she straddles me, grinding down on my cock, and mocking a palm strike to the nose.
Holy hell.
My eyes squeeze tight. I can’t even tell her what she’s doing wrong because I’m thinking with the wrong goddamn head. She freezes, no doubt feeling my length swell underneath her. The damn woman grinds down on me again. I grab her hips to stop her, or hell, maybe it’s to create more friction. Fuck, I don’t know at this point. Licking my lips, I swallow the lump in my throat and open my eyes.
“You’re not supposed to straddle. You need to be ready to get away quickly.” My words come out hoarse.
She leans down, her lips grazing the shell of my ear as she whispers, “Yeah. But I got you on your back, and now I’m finishing you off.”
“I’ll stay on my back if that’s how you want it. All you have to do is say the words I wanna hear.”
She lifts her head and her eyes lock with mine, her fingers pressing into my chest. “I-I’m?—”
“Oh, God. Are you two really about to go at it right here on our parents’ lawn?” Cam interrupts.
My eyes close, and I release an exasperated sigh.
Fuck around.
“I’m gonna hit the shower,” I say as River pushes to stand.
She was about to say it . . . I know she was.
Ice flies from under my skates as I change direction, heading toward Jerome. He’s pinned between two guys against the boards, trying to gain possession of the puck. This team has come to play, and it hasn’t helped that Sean’s been distracted. He’s left himself wide open, and three pucks have flown past him. We’re down by two. The only person holding this shitshow together is my boy Cal, but that’s not gonna be enough if Sean keeps playing the way he has been—letting puck after puck fly right past him. A guy shoves off Jerome, driving the puck around the crease, over the red line, and down the right side. I move into the shot lane. They pass. Cal cuts to the left and takes a stick between his skates. He goes down. No one calls the fucking penalty.
My eyes zero in on number ten. This mother fucker’s been playing dirty all night. I take off. Puck forgotten. He rounds the crease. I slam into him, driving my elbow into the spot between his pads.
Throwing down his stick, he shoves me. “Fuck you.”
“No thanks, pretty boy. Not really my type. But you do look like you need your ass beat.”
My gloves come off. My stick hits the ice, and so does his helmet. I pivot around him. He slams me against the boards, crowding my space. I push him off me.
He circles around me like a little bitch.
I take a fist to the mouth.
Fucking worth it.
My fist flies. I don’t stop. We slip and slide all over the ice, holding onto one another with one hand, landing punch after punch.
