Page 56 of At the Edge with You

I send her a grateful grin before we go through different sequences together. We fall into our old routine of warming up. We did it daily, sometimes hourly, so it’s second nature to revert to the rhythm of what we knew. What our bodies still know. With our skates and feet in sync. Unlike before, we aren’t so serious. Instead, we’re having fun. We had so much pressure on us askids, but now, we’re just two adults enjoying each other. It’s exhilarating. Her smiles are quick, reassuring, and being with her on this ice reminds me why I’m so obsessed with her.

She makes me happy.

“After twenty years, I’d say we look pretty damn good.”

I smile at her as we pause for a break. I take her water from her when she’s done and down most of it. I don’t miss the way her eyes follow the bobbing of my Adam’s apple. I flex a bit to give her some more to look at, and the heat in her eyes almost has me choking on the water I so desperately need. I am going to be so sore tonight, but that smile on her face…worth it.

Her grin does falter a bit as she agrees with my earlier statement. “Yeah, but are we going to try for jumps and lifts? Or should we just skate together to our old music?”

I side-eye her. “We are picking new music, and if we’re doing this, we’re doing this right.” A determined little glint fills her gaze, but then it’s gone, replaced by something more as she slowly closes the distance between us. I don’t think she realizes how fucking sexy she is just existing. My voice is unsteady as I ask, “You coming over here for something, princess?”

I notice a flush start up her neck before she takes her bottle and puts it on the boards. She looks up at me through her lashes and demands, “Let’s see if you can lift me.”

I don’t even hesitate. I grab her fleshy hips and pick her up with ease, lifting her onto the boards. With a toothy grin, I say, “Done.”

“You’re using the boards.”

My lip quirks before I grab her waist once more, lifting her up midway, and to my delight, she wraps those thick legs around my waist. Fuck, she feels good. Her eyes flare with heat, and breathing isn’t an option for me because I feel nothing but warmth from her glorious pussy. Her leggings are thin, and by the look in her eyes, I know she feels me rock hard against her. Ialmost give us both what we need, a bit of friction, but I’m trying to show off here. Her voice trembles as she mutters, “Now you’re using your cock.”

Well…fuck.

My eyes fall shut on a rough moan as I lean my head to hers, holding her close. I have never in my life heard her utter those words, and now I want her to do it again while begging for me to put my cock in every single one of her holes. Hardly able to form words, I somehow get out, “First, warn a guy before that gorgeous mouth says things like ‘cock.’” Her lips turn up, all minx-like, and my cock grows even harder. “And second, my cock is always the MVP.”

She snorts at that, and once more, I flash her my teeth. As badly as I want her on my cock, I need to move her before I start humping her. I lock my core, send a prayer to the Big Man upstairs, and with all my strength, I lift her over my head.

Just call me Swayze, ’cause she’s my Baby.

Her giggles light me up as I do a small turn. I want to show off, but I also don’t want to drop her, so until I’m a bit more confident, my little twirl will have to do it. When my arms start to shake, I realize I need to up my arm days and slowly bring her down. I decide right then that I’ll be lifting Fable up over my head a lot, and maybe next time, she’ll be naked. I planned on putting her on her feet, but once more, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I don’t dare stop her. Instead, I skate around with her like she’s my own personal koala. She grins, gracefully moving her arms like we’re performing for a crowd.

I feel really good about myself, which is why I suggest, “We could do a sit spin.”

“We could.”

And we do, but instead of landing it, we fall in a heap of limbs and laughter. Our bodies hit the ice, and of course it’s unforgiving, but I welcome the pain. Especially with how hardshe’s laughing. I look over at her as she holds her gut, her laughter unstoppable, and damn it, she’s so pretty. Her eyes are so bright, her lashes catching her happy tears. I have never seen someone as beautiful as her.

I don’t think I ever will.

She must feel me looking at her because she opens her eyes, and I ask, “You okay?”

“Fine,” she breathes, stretching out on the ice. “That was awesome.”

The ice is cold, but she has me so hot, the chill is greatly needed. I look down at where I hold her hand, and I hadn’t even realized I had grabbed hold of her. She threads her fingers with mine, and when I look up again, her eyes are intent on me. All I see is the girl I wanted so badly for so long. She’s just more beautiful—and thicker, in all the right ways.

Unable to handle the distance, I take her hand to drag her closer. She turns on her side as I do the same, and we’re facing each other, ignoring the bite of the ice. My need for her is great, so I reach over, cupping her face before trailing my thumb along her bottom lip. “Feel better?”

She nods eagerly, leaning into my touch. “So much.”

“You know you can unload on me,” I tell her, my eyes holding hers. “I’ve got you.”

Her voice is low as she whispers, “I haven’t had someone to unload on in a long time.”

“Well, things have changed, haven’t they?”

Her eyes sparkle as she nods. “They have.”

Her lips are beckoning for mine, and I need to kiss her. I slide my hand to the back of her neck, bringing her in close. Unlike before, though, she stills, her eyes widening as she takes a shaky breath.

I try to calm myself as I pull my brows in. “Do you not want to kiss me?”

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