Page 12 of On Thin Ice

“Again? Thought the image of my handsome face already made you come once today?” He chuckles deeply and I thump his chest, moving behind him and pushing his huge frame down the hallway towards the front door. When we finally make it to the living room Molly and Anais are both huddled up on the sofa, flicking through takeout menus. They barely look up at us when Sean and I enter the room and I attempt to steer him towards the door undetected, which of course fails miserably.

“Wanna stay for food Sean?” Molly smiles and I want to stab her. I try to, with my eyes, but that girl can almost never take a hint.

“No,” I pipe up, “he needs to go home, he’s busy.”

“I don’t need to g—” He starts but I grab his hand and drag him to the front door with me.

I swing the heavy wooden door open and gesture for him to leave, he’s still holding onto my hand and when he looks down at our joined fingers and smiles I rip my hand away from his.

“Bye Sean,” I say, pulling the door slightly closed behind me and blocking my friends from seeing Sean’s annoyingly beautiful grin.

“Oh no you don’t.” He says, pushing the door back open and stepping into me. He grabs my ass with both hands, lifting me off the ground to his height and peppering kisses all over my cheeks before I can stop him. Then he puts me back on the ground and gives my ass another pat-pat, for good measure before leaving me standing in the doorway gobsmacked. That man is so fucking brazen it’s not surprising he gets his own way so often.

I point at Molly when I spin back around to face them. “I will kill you.” She simply shrugs and smiles brightly. “He’s cute.”

Anais laughs too and I look around for something to throw at them both. “He may be cute, but he’s also a fucking irritation who won’t take no for an answer.” I groan, resting my head in my hands, my elbows on the kitchen counter.

Molly barks a laugh. “Why would you ever want to say no to that god of a man?”

I lift my head, glaring at her and she widens her puppy dog eyes, throwing her hands up in front of her and surrendering. Good choice Mol, I'm not in the mood for games today, not after that encounter.

I wanted to make myself come, give myself some relief and instead I'm now left even more turned on than I was before my orgasm. All because of that annoyingly sexy, man child that won’t stop torturing me with his killer dimples and disgustingly hot body.

Chapter 11

Sean

Molly Crawford has quickly become my second favourite woman after her sexy, brunette best friend.

I went over to their dorm yesterday, looking for advice on how to win Callie over and Molly graciously supplied me with top secret information about her best friend. Molly suggested I go to the farm across the road from Redwood, there are apparently some strawberries there — homegrown and all that shit — that Callie loves. Molly warned me that they’re very expensive, but little does she know, money is pretty much unlimited for me. I ask my parents to send me some money and they do, without question or concern on what I'm spending it on. I’m actually really fucking good at saving though so I didn’t need to ask them for money for some strawberries, that could have been embarrassing, don’t want them to think I'm going soft.

I pull up outside the green building at Redwood at around 6pm. It’s the building shared by the hockey team and the gymnastics team, our rink being on the ground floor and the gymnasium on the second. I have my strawberries in a brown paper bag, hidden from Callie’s view when she sees me enter the gym. Anais graciously told me yesterday that training finishes at 6pm, but that Callie was planning to stay late again to practice her routines. Luckily, the girls know their captain well and when I close the door gently behind me she looks up from where she sits in the centre of the huge, springy gymnasium floor.

“Oh, you again… Are you ever going to leave me alone?” She sighs, rising to her feet and showcasing her slim figure.

I shrug. “No, I don’t think so.”

She huffs but pads over to me regardless and is eyeing my paper bag immediately. “What’s in there?” She says, peering in before I snatch it out of her eye line.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I say, wagging my finger at her and lifting my eyebrows. “Say please and I might show you.”

The familiar red frustration creeps up her neck and she folds her arms across her chest. I give in to her so easily, it's pathetic really but I can’t help myself.

“Ok fine, come here.” I gesture for her to sit on the bench in front of the lockers with me.

She sighs like she’s going to say no and flounce off to the locker rooms, but instead she quickly unfolds her arms and sits next to me. Her eyes light up like a child on Christmas morning when I open the bag and she peers inside.

I smile at her childlike happiness. “They’re your favourite right?” She nods, reaching inside and producing a shiny, ruby red strawberry. “How did you know?”

I tap my nose and wink. “I have my sources.”

“You mean you harassed my best friend for information about me? Weirdo,”

She's smiling though, bringing the perfectly ripe strawberry to her lips and taking a bite. Her eyes fall closed and she moans with delight. “Mmmm, that’s so fucking good,” She chews delicately, savouring every morsel.

Is it bad that she’s turning me on right now? I can’t help but imagine her moaning like that when I fuck her. I’ve got her here in a good mood, I’ve brought her something she loves so now is probably the most she’s ever liked me. I see an opportunity and I'm taking it.

“Can I have a taste?” I say, smiling weakly at her even though my heart is picking up speed.

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