Page 12 of On Thin Ice

I hugged his biceps and mirrored his movements, meeting each of them with one of my own. A thrill of fear zinged through me as he gently glided in and out of my pussy while kissing me and whispering my name.

It wasn’t lust. At least, not only lust. As if I needed any more confirmation, we were making love, and everything felt so natural and right that I didn’t care how wrong and risky it might be.

And while I basked in the illicit moment of rapture, I realized I truly didn’t care. Everyone in the world could have known I was in love with him, and I would have eagerly confirmed it. What could they do, ban me from competing? Fuck them. I could deal with it.

I loved him. It was the truth.

But he doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want a love story. Or maybe ... maybe he’s just trying to find the best solution. It’s not just my wishful thinking, right?

All my rational thoughts dissipated as he picked up speed, his cock swelling and twitching. I knew he was close, and I felt myself flying toward the edge in the same rhythm as him. Heat grabbed hold of my core as the orgasm that had peaked within me erupted and spread through my body in bone-tingling shockwaves.

“Fuck! Bryce! Fuck!” I cried out, digging my nails into his back and scratching him.

He quickly silenced my scream of bliss with a possessive kiss that curled my toes. His thrusts became more erratic, and the pulsations of his cock crashed against the aftershocks traveling through me.

The world turned white as he exploded inside my pussy, filling me up with his melted pleasure. Once he spurted the laststreams, my lover let himself collapse on top of me. I hugged him tightly, keeping him as close as possible.

My heart begged me to tell him what I felt, to not wait one more day. And yet, I was afraid. What if he ran away? What if I lost him? At least this way, I had a few more moments together, no matter what was going to happen tomorrow.

“Livia,” he murmured, brushing his lips to mine. “I...”

He fixed me with those intense eyes of his, but before I could even try to decipher anything from the mix of emotions shining in them, he kissed me again.

Chapter 6

I picked up speed, preparing for my next jump. We’d been practicing for a few hours, and it was the last training session I had left before the singles. Until now, everything had been amazing, and I aced all the movements, even if, truth be told, part of my brain cells were focused on Bryce.

“That’s perfect, Livia. You did well, but try to tighten your core a little when you glide into the step sequence,” he instructed.

I nodded and replayed the choreography. Time flew by as I continued to spin and float along the ice, allowing my muscles to do what they’d been trained to do. As Bryce always told me, “Trust your muscle memory.” That, of course, was before making me repeat the same thing a billion times until I did it perfectly.

I smiled as I looked at him. He was watching me with pride, and knowing he was pleased with my efforts thrilled me and made me trust myself and my choreography even more.

“Hey, Livia!”

I stopped in the middle of the ice rink as I heard the voice. I waved toward Alec, greeting him. He was competing in the Men’s Singles, and we had the chance to talk a few times during training since he’d scheduled most of his hours right after mine.

“Ready for tomorrow?” he asked while joining me on the ice and giving me a hug.

“Yeah, this is the last training session for me. I thought we had one more hour, but if you’re here, I guess it’s time for me to finish.”

“No, it’s not.”

Bryce’s voice startled me as he materialized right next to me. I gave him a once-over, and my inner slut drooled at the sight of him on the ice. He didn’t always join me on the rink during training, but every time I was lucky enough to watch him skate, arousal spiked inside me to unbelievable levels.

He was hot. So fucking hot.

“We have the rink for one more hour, and I don’t want my athlete distracted. So, please, come back when your time starts.”

I gave Bryce a curious look. He was generally cold with other people, but I had never heard him talk like this to anyone. I studied his tensed face, his furrowed brows, and his clenched jaw. Yeah, he was pissed off.

And then it hit me.

Is he jealous?

That was funny, flattering, and annoying at the same time. I knew Alec was flirting with me, but I wasn’t interested in him or anyone else. How could I be when I was helplessly in love with this stubborn silver fox who refused to talk to me about us?

And that was kind of summoning a little bratty side of me I hadn’t been aware of. Why was I supposed to not flirt with others when he avoided all my attempts at talking about our relationship?

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