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"Come for me, baby. Now," he growled, biting down into the soft flesh of my shoulder. I cried out as pleasure tightened in my balls and my orgasm shot out of me with enough force to leave my head spinning. it was white-hot and relentless, spurts of cum coating his blanket as he filled the condom.
We stayed connected as our breathing calmed. He rolled us over and held me close, not ruining the moment with words.
It was his way of reminding me I was safe, I was here, and I was wanted.
ChapterThree
Macy
Every time I walked into the ice rink, nostalgia hit me. There were plenty of school nights and summer days spent hanging here while Dad worked. I always found the contrast between coach and dad hilarious. That hasn't changed at all.
Right now, it was empty, the game not starting for hours and the cleaning crew already cleared out. The overhead lights beamed down on the smooth ice, gleaming in the low lighting. I breathed in the scent of popcorn, cleaning products, and wood.
A soft smile played across my lips. I could almost picture Mom fussing over Dad's game day polo and him pretending to hate every minute of it. They were the type of couple that made you believe in romance.
My smile fell.
I’d let them down.
It was crazy how easily I’d let feelings of Luke fade away. I realized now that I could be happy away from him and home made me happy.
This felt right.
Someone leaned against the railing next to me and I flinched, not expecting it.
"Shit, sorry," the guy winced. "I said hi and was checking in on you but you didn't respond. You alright, pinky?"
He tugged a strand of my bubblegum-pink hair and an honest to god giggle escaped me. God, when was the last time I laughed so innocently? It almost sounded foreign to my ears.
"I'm good," I promised. "Just glad to be back here."
"You never left. There's a picture of you," he noted with a grin.
My jaw dropped. "No, there isn't...." God, I was going to kill my dad. He wouldn't. Because I know damn well which one he would pick. My parents fucking loved that embarrassing photo.
His eyes crinkled at the sides as he peered down at me and my breath caught. Maybe hanging around all these muscle-clad men wouldn't be so easy.
"Come on, I'll show you," he promised, hiking his bag up on his shoulder and gesturing for me to follow. "I'm Elias, by the way."
"Macy, but you probably know that," I groaned dramatically. Between the awful picture and them witnessing the lowest point of my entire life, I was making one hell of an impression.
"I do," he said but didn't take the conversation further. Thank fuck.
We wound around the rink and all the bleachers lining the walls to the back where the offices were. The concession stand at the edge of the hall was currently closed and shuttered, just us in the building currently. I'd even beat my dad in.
"No," I gasped, horror washing over me as I stared at the poster-sized picture of myself. They’d changed it to black and white but it was the exact photo I thought it would be. "Why?!"
"I think it's kind of cute," Elias said. I turned to him and leveled him with a look that said I knew he was lying. "No, it is, look at that cute little nose." For emphasis, he booped the picture and we both fucking lost it.
The picture was of me in the middle of the ice, wearing skates and a full-blown tutu. My hair spun wildly around me and my chubby little legs were short and stubby. How I was ever graceful out there was beyond me.
"I'm going to kill him."
"We need him, try to hold back," he said. "It could be worse. My ma has a picture of me naked on her wall. I was two, but still."
"Ouch," I winced. "Alright, you win. At least my chubby little self is clothed."
"You were adorable," he said as he readjusted his bag. "I'll see you at the bench later. Bye, pinky." He gave me a wink before retreating into the locker room. My heart was pounding in my chest and I wanted to fan myself.
