Page 138 of Hot As Ice

Relenting, I give her what she wants, pushing my cock into her hot, tight, wet pussy. My brain tingles with the pleasure of it.

“Yes,” Stevie moans. “I want every inch.”

“Fuck, baby.” I kiss her as I slide inside. All desire to pace myself vanishes, and I drive into her hard and fast. She wraps her long legs around my waist and meets each of my thrusts with her own. Our kisses are wild, hungry. I use one hand to keep her arms pinned above her, the other to play with her nipple. I should probably slow down a little, but the thought doesn’t turn into action. I fuck her harder than I ever have before.

“Oh god, Hunter, I’m gonna come.”

“Come. All over my cock, baby.”

She moans and wraps her legs tighter around me. “I love your cock.”

“I love your pussy. I love you. You’re my fucking goddess.”

I feel her pussy clench, and then her body bucks as she climaxes. The feel of her around my cock is unbelievable. Her sexy moans and the dirty things she says make me lose my mind. I hammer into her as hard as I can, knowing she can take it. She spreads her legs further.

“I’m going to fucking explode inside you, baby.”

“Yes. Give me every last drop.”

Her words send me over the edge, and I groan as I spill inside her. I bury my face against her neck and don’t pull out right away. She holds me tight and I feel like nothing will ever go wrong again.

epilogue

11 MONTHS LATER

“I CAN’T BELIEVE you’re not better at ice skating,” Hunter says as I waddle like a penguin toward him.

“Shut up. I told you I can’t skate.” A child skates past me in a blur, as if to punctuate how slowly I’m going.

He laughs. “We need to get you practicing every day. I can’t have my future wife be such a bad skater.”

The words “future wife” send a flutter through my belly.

“I’m not that bad!”

“You’re terrible.”

“Okay, Mr. Hockey Superstar.”

Grinning, he takes my hands in his and helps me stabilize myself. “Don’t worry, princess. I got you. I always got you.”

“I know.”

He pulls me closer and kisses me. His kisses are still the best thing I’ve ever experienced. I don’t get them as often since he got signed by the Boston Bruins and is mostly in Boston now. Boston’s not so far from Concord, though, so he comes to see me as much as he can, and I go see him when my schedule allows. But it’s been hard. I miss him like crazy.

Luckily, there are no NHL games from December 24 to December 26, so Hunter came to spend his three-day break with his family and me. My mom has been staying with us at the penthouse, and we’re having Christmas Eve dinner tonight at Hunter’s grandfather’s estate. Celeste won’t be there, but I saw her a week ago, and we had an early holiday dinner together and exchanged gifts. Her divorce from Hunter’s father was finalized a few months ago.

Hunter’s father pled guilty to the murder of his first wife. He got life without the possibility of parole. A weight seems to have lifted off of Hunter ever since. And he didn’t have to testify at any trial, which was another huge relief. But, of course, having his father actually admit to what he’d done was healing for my boyfriend.

Sometimes I stop what I’m doing and just marvel at how everything turned out.

It feels miraculous in many ways. A year ago, I wouldn’t have thought any of it would be possible, but it all worked out, just like Hunter promised. I feel blessed.

“You’re too tense,” Hunter says, guiding me along on the ice. “Loosen up a little. I won’t let you fall.”

I do as he says, relaxing my shoulders. Everyone else at the ice rink seems to be professionals, skating fast and carefree. I only see a couple of people struggling like I am. Okay, fine, I’ll try to skate more often.

“This is actually fun,” I admit.