Slow, Hard Puck: A Sexy Winter Games Romance Read online

  “It’s angel hair pasta, actually, and tonight is all about firsts.” He says, kissing me on the mouth, then feeding me another spoonful of pasta.

  As soon as I swallow it, I ask, “What if your roommate comes in?”

  “Don’t worry about him. He’s out with the team which means he’ll be gone most of the night.” Clint takes another bite from the plate we’re sharing while I have a sip of water.

  I’ve never felt this warm and cozy before. He’s taken care of my every need so thoughtfully and carefully that I never want to leave, which is nuts since we’ve only just met. The entire meal I can feel his erection against my bottom and I find myself wiggling against him without meaning to. He kisses his way up my neck to my earlobe and then does the most amazing thing with his teeth and I feel myself becoming even more aroused. Turning on his lap, I straddle him and wrap my arms around his thick neck. The fork clatters against plate as he lets go of it and then his hands are in my hair and he’s drawing me to him so he can kiss me again. Our kisses quickly become frantic and now that I’ve been fed, I’m ready to have him again. I rub myself against his hard, thick cock and drench him with my juices.

  “Careful, now,” he says in a low tone. “We should get protection, even though I want to feel my bare cock inside your soft little pussy so bad I could almost burst.”

  “Let’s do it. Just for a minute. We’ll stop before it’s too late.” I kiss him full on the mouth before he can protest and wiggle my hips, bringing him inside me exactly where I need him. The feel of his bare cock against me is intoxicating as he stretches me in a way that only been done once before, about an hour ago.

  As I impale myself on his big cock, I hear and feel a loud groan interrupt from within his chest. I know he wants this is much as I do. I can tell by the look on his face right now and by the way he wraps his hand around my hair so he can control the pace even though I’m on top. My nipples peak as I rub my breasts against his hard body and grind my hips into his lap. We kiss and explore each other with our hands wildly, as though we’ll never be close enough to satisfy what burns between us. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to hit and I close my eyes tightly as my breath stutters and my body shutters over him. “Oh, Clint, yes. Just like that.”

  I ride him until my orgasm is over then tuck my head into his chest and listen to his heart pound. He’s still as hard as a rock inside me and I know I need to let him go before we make a huge mistake, but I don’t want to. I want to keep him here inside me like this forever. I’ve never felt this good before, this feminine or this beautiful.

  He stands, lifting me with him as he walks us back to the bedroom, stopping every few feet to press me against the wall and thrust himself into me harder and harder. We both know we shouldn’t be doing this and yet, neither of us are able to stop. By the time we reach the bed, I’m ready to come again. He tries to lift me off of him but I grip him harder with my legs and beg him not to stop. “Wait. I’m ready again. Please don’t stop.”

  “We should stop.”

  “Please, Clint. I need you to keep going.” I rub myself against him, his thick, long erection stretching me and touching every nerve ending in my body. My toes curl up first, and then my entire body shakes as I go over the edge again in wave after wave of delicious pleasure.

  As soon as I’m done, he lifts me off of him and lays me on the bed so he can suit up. I’m a ragdoll now, so satisfied that I can barely lift my head. I feel the blankets covering my body and then he slips into bed behind me and pulls me close to him, spooning me as he folds his sculpted arm over my side and tucks me in to him. With one long thrust, he’s inside me again. I turn my head toward him as much as I can and press his cheek to mine as he moves in all the way and then out and back again. Over and over until we’re both ready. He whispers my name as he bucks his hips. I feel him throbbing inside me and we both let go.

  I don’t know if this is love, but whatever it is, I don’t ever want it to stop. I’ve never felt this calm or happy in my life. I drift off to sleep in his arms, with him still inside me and I fall into the best sleep I’ve ever had.

  The next week is the most amazing one of my entire life. I’m landing every jump, hitting every mark, and being loved in a way I never have before. It’s like for the first time, everything is falling into place for me, after an entire life spent preparing. Clint is perfect. I stay at his place every night and fall asleep, safe and warm in his arms. Lucky for us, Hunter met someone too, a woman from the Swiss ski team, and he’s been spending his nights there.

  I don’t ever want this to end. We make love in the shower, in the kitchen, on the floor, in bed, anywhere the mood strikes us, which is basically everywhere and all the freaking time. When we’re not having sex, we talk about the games and he gives me the secret to thinking like a champion. “You have to know you’ve earned it. You have to believe that you deserve it. And you have to know that you are ready. And you are, Dani. I’ve seen you out there. You’re ready.”

  We’re both so happy that we don’t even bother to keep our relationship a secret. We go everywhere together—the gym, the cafeteria, the rink, and back to his place. Clint is proud to be with me, and holds my hand or keeps his arm around me wherever we go, even if his teammates are around.

  In a few days, my parents will arrive. They’re expecting to spend a lot of time with me, I know. What they aren’t going to expect is for me to have fallen in love with one of the biggest names in hockey. My gut aches a little when I think about them showing up. I want to scream out to the world that I’m in love, but I know they are the two people on this earth who won’t be happy to hear about it. Well, them and Brooke Donovan. She’s been watching us closely and wearing a scowl.

  This morning, when he walked me to the dressing room before practice, she was there. He gave me a long kiss goodbye, and when he left the room she shook her head. “Danika, I’m starting to worry about you. I know you think he’s the one, but, he really isn’t. You’re his Games Girl. As soon as you land state-side, he’ll be gone like a rocket.”

  My jaw clenches and I glare at her. “Yeah, and you also thought he was engaged, but he never was. You don’t know him, Brooke, so I’d appreciate it if you’d just keep your opinions to yourself.”

  “Oh, he was engaged, all right. Just Google it. You’ll see a pic of him with Ashley that she posted on Instagram right before Christmas.”

  I feel my knees go weak but I keep a brave face. “Whatever happened with her is over.”

  “That’s not what I heard…”

  “Can you just leave it alone, already, Brooke? For the first time in my life, I’m really happy. And I’d like to stay that way.”

  “I’m just trying to protect you.” She shrugs, turning from me and setting her bag on the bench on the other side of the room.

  “Well, thank you, but you can stop now because what we have is for real.”

  As I do my warmup, skating in long, easy circles around the ice, a feeling of dread comes over me. What if she’s right? What if I am just his Games Girl? What if he dumps me as soon as he gets home? I try to push those thoughts out of my brain, but they’re stuck in there now. The rest of the practice doesn’t go nearly as smoothly as the last ones have. I find myself distracted, then I mess up. By the time my ice time is over, I’m a ball of frustration. Brooke gives me an ‘I told you so’ look as I skate past her to the bench.

  “What’s wrong with you today?” Pierre asks.

  “What? Nothing. Just something got into my head.”

  “Well, whatever it is, get it out of your head. You’ve been skating better than I’ve ever seen you until today. Now, you’re like a rookie out there.”

  I sigh and hang my head. “I know. I’ll get it under control. I promise.”

  “You better. I didn’t come all this way to watch you lose. If you don’t pull it together, you can find yourself a new coach.”

  “It’s fine, Pierre. I’m fine, and I’m going to be on that podium. I prom
ise.” I stalk off down the hall, which is tricky to do in skates.

  After I shower and dress, I have a look at my phone. There’s a message from Clint. I hope you gave ‘em hell out there. See you tonight, Kitty.

  I smile as I run a finger over his words and all my tension melts away. Brooke doesn’t know what she’s talking about, and I’m an idiot to listen to her.

  Ten

  Clint

  “What’s wrong?” I ask as I pull her in for a long hug. I can tell that something’s been bothering her since she got here this evening. She picked at her food and barely said a word the entire dinner or while we did dishes together.

  Danika shrugs. “Nothing. I just had a bit of a rough skate this morning.”

  “Really? But you have felt so good lately. What changed?” I lean back against the kitchen counter and hold her close, rubbing my hand up and down her back.

  Shaking her head, Danika says, “It’s stupid. But that gossipy girl from my team managed to get into my head this morning. She said I was just your Games Girl and that as soon as we get back home you won’t be interested in me anymore.”

  I press my lips to her forehead for a moment and then tilt her chin up with one hand so she can look me in the eye. “Did you tell her that I’m wildly in love with you?”

  A smile slowly spreads across her face.

  “Because I am. I thought I was coming to South Korea to win a gold for the US, when really I came here to find you. But if we’re going to be together, you’re going to have to ignore all the gossips of the world, and there are going to be plenty of them. People love a good scandal and that’s not going to change, even after we’re married.”

  “Married?” Her head whips back and her mouth drops open.

  “That’s where this is headed, isn’t it?”

  “I don’t know. I mean…I guess I was hoping, but…”

  “But, what? You didn’t think I had that on my mind? Don’t underestimate me, Dani. I’m serious about you. You’re it for me. I can feel it in my bones.” I kiss her long and hard and deep, only stopping when I feel her body relax into my arms.

  When I’m done, I pull back and say, “But, if we’re going to build a life together, you’ve got to trust me. It’s the only way that this is going to work. You trust me and I’ll always prove that I’m worthy of your trust.”

  “Okay, Clint.”

  “Is that a deal?”

  “It’s a deal.” She lifts herself up onto her tiptoes so she can reach my mouth with hers. We kiss like this for a long time, until I spin her so her back is to the counter now, then I lift her up so she’s sitting in front of me, her legs spread so I can tuck between her thighs. “That’s a legally-binding verbal contract, Kitty. You just agreed to marry me.”

  “I don’t see a ring.” She purses her lips together and gives me a sassy look.

  “I’ll have to change that, then.” I pull her shirt over her head, then toss it behind me. Making short work of the rest of her clothes, she sits on the counter totally nude, smiling at me as she tugs on my shirt to bring me close to her.

  We make out until we’re both overcome by our crazy passion for each other, our kisses growing urgent as I explore her body with my hands. I kiss and lick her perfect breasts while I slide two fingers into her tight little pussy. Her breath catches and I know it won’t take long for her first orgasm to come. I find her clit and press my fingertip against it while she rubs herself against the palm of my hand, shameless in her need for release. She bucks and moans as I roll my teeth over her hard nipple. “Oh, yeah, come for me, baby. I want to watch you.”

  Dani leans back against the cupboard, her hooded eyes gazing at me while I work my magic on her. She lifts her hands to her breasts and runs her fingertips over her nipples, then tugs on them while I watch. “I’m so fucking hard right now. I could come just watching you touch yourself.”

  My dick strains against the fabric of my jeans and begs me to come out to play, but I ignore it. Not until she’s satisfied. It doesn’t take long until she lets go, lifting her body off the counter and putting all her weight against my hand while she grinds against it.

  When she’s done, she practically rips my shirt off. I rid myself of the rest of my clothes, grabbing a condom out of my jeans pocket first. I suit up and bend her over the kitchen table, then thrust myself into her soaking wet pussy in one long, hard push. Dani grunts with the force of it, then turns to face me, her mouth open, her breath ragged.

  I fuck her right there on the table, watching as my cock slides out then thrusts back inside her pink flesh. Gripping the table with both hands, she lifts her ass in the air and plants her feet to take the force of what I’m doing to her. I pound myself into her over and over, harder and harder, until we both explode, shuddering and groaning with the ultimate pleasure.

  I pull out and dispose of the condom, then lift her up and carry her to the shower, where I gently wash every inch of her perfect body before we can’t take it anymore and we have to do it again. I lift her by her ass and hold her up against the wall, impaling her with my hard cock while she grinds against me. We kiss like it’ll be our last chance as I fuck her there under the hot water. She comes first and it’s all I can do to stop myself from letting go. I pull out just in time, putting her down and spilling my seed all over her stomach, watching her face as she watches me.

  When it’s over, I clean her up again while we kiss, our tongues exploring each other and moving together. “I love you, Dani.” I lean my forehead to hers and close my eyes. “I’m going to marry you.”

  The next few days, I watch Dani’s practices. Hers are in the morning and mine are in the afternoon, so I decide to go with her to make sure nobody messes with her head. Every minute that I watch her glide and spin on the ice is another minute I know for certain she’s the one for me. She’s like an angel out there and if the judges don’t give her the gold, I swear I’ll lose it on them. She’s far above the level of any of the other solo skaters out there. No one can even touch her gracefulness or skill.

  Today, I catch her just as she’s coming off the ice. I sneak her into an empty dressing room and kiss her until she’s panting for it.

  “You’re so fucking hot in that little skating dress,” I whisper in her ear. “How do I get it off?”

  She giggles then shakes her head. “We can’t do this here.”

  “Why not?”

  “What if someone comes in?”

  “They’ll see two very fit people fucking.”

  Dani grins at me. “You’re crazy.”

  I let her go long enough to lock the door, then pin her against the wall and run my hand under her skirt. I can’t get inside because she’s got tights on, but I rub my fingers against her sex and she responds exactly in the way I hope she will. She lifts one leg and stands, perfectly balanced on her skate while I work her with my hand through the fabric. We kiss wildly and then she does the best thing ever. She drops to her knees and undoes my jeans, then tugs them out of her way so she can lick my thick cock. I watch as she swirls her tongue around the head, then plunges her perfect mouth over my dick, bringing me in as far as she can. She sucks me while she runs her hands along my inner thighs and my stomach, making me ache for more.

  I grip her ponytail with one hand and thrust myself in and out of her mouth, feeling powerful to see her like this, on her knees in front of me. She moans as she sucks, and the vibration goes straight to my balls. They tighten and I lose control, coming in her mouth in long, hard squirts. When I’m done, she swallows and licks my cock clean before I pull her up to standing again. “Let me take care of you now.”

  I spin her so she’s facing the wall, then I unzip her dress and slide it off her arms and tug it down and out of my way. Then I reach around with one hand and hold her breasts while I rub my fingers along her pussy with my other hand. I push two fingers inside her and her back arches to give me deeper access to her. I hold her there, finger-fucking her until she almost comes. Then I stop and l
ay her on one of the benches, spread her legs and lick her warm, wet pussy. I eat her out, going deep with my tongue until she comes all over my mouth, her body tensing and releasing around me. But she’s too loud, unable to stay silent as she finishes, but instead screaming my name.

  When she’s done, we both start to laugh, knowing that if anyone is anywhere near here, they’ll know what we were up to.

  I help her dress and then we get cleaned up a bit in the bathroom before I unlock the door to the change room. Not done with her yet, I kiss her hard as I swing the door open with one hand. The sound of a throat clearing surprises us both and we stop kissing long enough to see who it is. A middle-aged couple stand in front of us, wearing matching shocked and horrified expressions.

  Dani’s voice is weak as she says, “Mom. Dad. You’re early.”

  Eleven

  Danika

  So, I don’t think my parents have ever been this disappointed in me. Or this upset. Brooke met them and told them she saw me go into the dressing room. They were waiting for me to emerge, showered and clean, so they could surprise me. Instead, they got an earful of how very dirty their daughter has become in recent days.

  Clint tried to introduce himself but they weren’t exactly in the mood to meet their future son-in-law (not that they know that, yet). He excused himself to go to his practice, leaving me with my furious parents. My mom wasn’t quite as angry as my dad, but she was definitely having trouble making eye contact.

  “Should we grab some lunch?” I asked.

  “Why don’t you go shower first?” my dad said, raising his eyebrows at me in a very pointed way.

  “Right. Good idea.” I hurried down the hall to my real dressing room. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

  I take them to the same restaurant that Clint and I ate in for our first meal together and several times since. The hostess looks at me and smiles. “Are these your parents?”