Page 34 of Skating Towards Danger

He was shocked at first until I mentioned what Caz threatened and then he got pissed and said I can skate whenever I want and the coach apparently agreed.

It turns out he loved my momma like a daughter, which means he’ll be another man I'll most likely avoid.

God, will I ever start to feel good and be okay around people who knew my parents?

Shaking my head, I lower it as I wrap my jacket around me, currently hating that I decided to wear a skirt today because the weather has turned cold, but I gasp when I’m shoved into the wall after not even taking three steps.

I grunt at the impact before Andrew’s face is in mine, and instead of backing down, I narrow my eyes and shove him hard.

“Get back, jackass!” I snap.

He stumbles, not expecting me to fight back like I’m some kind of meek woman and his face reddens before his fist comes my way. I gasp and quickly duck causing him to hit the wall and cry out, “You fucking bitch!” like it’s my fault he hit the wall, but I ignore him and shove him again. I try to run past him, but he grabs my arm and shoves me into the wall again, the impact making me grunt.

“I want what is fucking mine!” he growls as he grabs between my legs, and my eyes widen.

The idiot has lost his fucking mind!

He rubs me hard, and I quickly grab the pepper spray from my pocket while he’s distracted and spray it in his face, making him cry out.

He stumbles back and covers his face with his hands, and I sneer, “You really think I wouldn’t fight back, Andrew?” and spray more spray into his face when he removes his hands, making him scream before suddenly a large hand grabs his shoulder and throws him onto the floor.

My mouth parts as I watch a very angry Dante kicks Andrew in the stomach, once, twice, three times before looking at me and hot damn.

My clit pulses, and lust take over.

Okay, an angry Dante is a very hot Dante…

He points at me and growls, “Get in the fucking car!”

I don’t argue, instead, I salute him with attitude, making him narrow his eyes but I just smirk and walk over to his black Jaguar and climb in before clicking myself in. Then I watch as he gets in Andrew’s face and says something before he storms over and climbs in his car, slamming his door, his breathing hard.

Andrew scrambles and runs away, making me roll my eyes, and I look at Dante.

“Dante,” I say, but he shakes his head and snaps, “Give me a minute.”

Oh, hell no, he did not just snap at me!

I nod and unclick while I look around the parking lot, ensuring it’s empty and knowing what he needs, I carefully climb onto his lap, making him jump. I straddle his hips and cup his cheeks, and we lock eyes. I see it again, something I realized two weeks ago when I thought I was alone.

“Little fairy, look at me,” Dante whispers as he gently cups my cheeks, wiping away my tears. I sniffle but do as he asks. He smiles gently and whispers, “There she is.”

I hiccup, “I-I don’t know if I can do this, player,” and he nods, knowing what I mean and carefully so we both don’t fall, he wraps his arm around my waist while keeping hold of my cheek with his other hand and whispers, “You can because you are strong and I’ll keep telling you that until you believe it and I’ll help you every step of the way, baby,” before he gently presses his lips against mine and I melt into him like I always do and open my mouth, allowing access to his tongue.

The kiss is slow, sweet, and sensational, and I can feel it, I can feel the love, and damn, I’m scared…

He’s gone from the arrogant player to the man who makes me want to live.

I gently rub Dante’s cheek and whisper, “I’m okay,” and he nods, his eyes looking me over to make sure it’s true.

When he propositioned me to be his frenemy with benefits, his words, not mine, I didn’t stop and think about it like a rational person, instead, I allowed him to take me against the wall again and again and again.

For the past month, Dante and I have had sex every day at the rink before I try and come up with a routine for the tribute show. Even when it was my time of the month, he was inside me, not giving a shit about the blood. He would screw me in the showers instead.

I think the only time we didn’t have sex was the two days he was at away games, though he did call, and we had phone sex.

I can’t say I’m angry about saying yes to the agreement, but now I don’t want to let him go. Over the past two weeks, instead of kissing me and telling me to go skate, he’s stayed inside me, and we’ll talk a little and connect.

He’s burying inside me.

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