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I took my time getting changed. I pulled on a dark-red sweater dress that was a bit on the short side, so I paired it with cozy cable-knit cream pantyhose so I wouldn’t get cold. After throwing on boots, jacket, and a hat, and I was good to go. I shouldered my backpack and carried my skates by the laces.
Outside the locker room, it was deserted. Everyone was desperate to get to the party. It was the last game before winter break, and spirits were high.
I walked through the dimly lit halls and out into the rink. Skirting around the side, I noted the Zamboni had already done its rounds, and most of the lights were switched off. Even the maintenance staff couldn’t wait to get out of here. It had been snowing pretty heavily all day, and it made sense that anyone who lived far away needed to get home before it got worse. It was warm in the rink, the energy and heat of all the bodies thathad been packed in there just an hour ago still lingering. I wasn’t looking forward to going out in the snow, though I was sure it would be pretty. New York city, dusted with white.
I had just gotten to the bottom of the bleacher stairs when I heard it.
The soft snick of someone skating.
I twisted around to see the ice.
A figure was moving in a gliding arc across the newly resurfaced ice. I’d know that style of movement anywhere.
I turned and walked back toward the rink.
He was dressed all in black, and there was a predatory grace to his fast approach that thrilled me. He was still the most dangerous man I knew, and I didn’t think he’d ever stop holding that title. Powerful, rich, and utterly driven to make the things he wanted happen, not many could oppose Beckett Anderson when he put his mind to something.
“Hello, Tiny.”
“Are you supposed to still be out here?”
“Are you supposed to be looking so fucking adorable in that getup?” He looked me up and down with obvious intent.
I felt hot all over.
“We have to go to the party,” I reminded him. “I thought I was meeting you there.”
“You thought I’d let you walk there alone, in the snow, in a strange city?” He’d stepped off the ice and was swapping hisskates for heavy-soled boots. He finished and straightened up, a wicked twinkle in his eyes.
My heart pounded.
“You thought I’d just let you go to the party after that sexy dance performance earlier, without taking care of the problem you caused?” he asked.
I swallowed hard, excitement edging along my nerves. “What problem?”
“The problem of having the hardest fucking cock I’ve ever had, while I’m playing right in front of your brother and my dad, and trying to be on my best behavior.”
I couldn’t help glancing down at his black jeans. Even from a distance, I could see the hard outline of his cock. Beckett’s cock was not easily missed at the best of times, and hard like that, it was a goddamn tent pole.
“But that was an hour ago,” I teased him.
“Exactly. It’s practically a medical emergency at this point,” he growled, taking a step toward me.
“That sounds like a you problem to me,” I said, my grin stretching across my warm face.
He chuckled. “I’m making it ayouproblem. I’ve been itching to fuck you in an ice rink since the very first time you skated out in that little uniform to dance. Since we finally have the place to ourselves, tonight’s the night.”
“Is that right?” I took a step back and then another one.
Beckett watched me with faint amusement.
“You’ll have to catch me first.” With that, I turned on my heel and ran.
He thundered after me, the sound of his heavy boots hitting the stairs behind me. I took off down one of the sets of bleachers and down the stairs at the other end. Beckett followed. An excited laugh left me at the thrill of the chase. We’d always had more than our fair share of competition between us, but a game like this sent it through the roof.
I ran along the edge of the rink, and Beckett reversed his direction to cut me off. I doubled back and nearly tripped over my own damn feet. Sensing him closing in, I decided to step out onto the ice.
I nearly slipped as soon as I put my full weight down. Sliding a little, my arms wheeling for balance, I edged away from Beckett, who had just appeared at the gate. He stepped out onto the ice with none of the balance issues I was having. Not wearing heeled boots was definitely working in his favor.
