Page 10 of Chasing Me

But I guessed first I needed to be able to skate.

I manned up, took a breath, and kept a hand on the ledge as I made my way around, trying to get comfortable on the blades.At one point, a child and I had a war of the rail, but I let her win, tried to push off, and fell back down again.

Motherfucker.

Now pissed off, I threw myself into conquering the wussy sport I used to mock, until my ass was black-and-blue, and I had still only made it halfway around.

Quinn did a twirly thing and stopped perfectly in front of me.“Let me help you.Here, take my hand.”

I glowered at her.“I can do this.”

Her laugh floated to my ears.“You’re so stubborn.And prideful.Okay, listen.Clear your mind, find your balance, and try to shift your weight evenly as you move.Trust your body.It’s your mind that makes you fall because you’re thinking too hard.”

“Sounds like a yoga class rather than a skating lesson.”

She made a face.“Come on, try it.I’ll skate right beside you.”

I gave it a try, cleared my mind, and started forward.I tilted a bit, but instead of panicking, I went with the flow and managed to stay upright for a few beats.

Then went back down.

And so it went.I finally managed to get a halfway decent flow going, and we skated around the rink.Most of the fun was watching her gorgeous ass, all tight and sexy, swing in front of me, her strong legs pumping back and forth as she went faster around the rink.I grew hard, because damned if the woman couldn’t breathe without me wanting her.But there was something even more tempting about watching her skate in the cold, her breath making little puffs in the air, her lips curved in a smile, a look of peace on her face.

It hit me like an uppercut that she got cheated.How many times had I wined and dined women who didn’t give a shit?With Quinn, the simplest things made her happy, but she deserved more.And here I was, broke, taking her for pizza and skating like any loser guy would.I always thought I was better.

I was wrong.

My buzz leaked away, and what suddenly seemed romantic now felt flat.I had tons of money at my disposal, but instead I was trying to make it on my own to prove something to Quinn and myself.Maybe it would be easier to just use the trust fund.Technically, it was mine anyway.Hadn’t I been tortured enough by my parents’ lack of interest to make taking the money worth it?

“What’s wrong?”

I shook off my thoughts and glanced at her.She frowned, skating backwards like a pro.“Nothing.”

“You’re lying.When you get upset about something, you purse your lips and your right brow lifts up.”

I blinked.“You gotta be kidding me.I don’t do that shit.”I felt my damn right brow begin to twitch and noticed my lips felt funny.Great.The woman knew way too much about me.“Are you some kind of witch?”

“I just love you.”

And with those words, she nailed me good.No one had ever loved me the way Quinn did.Not with such an honest, raw passion and need that made me drunk and giddy.

“You deserve more,” I burst out.I stopped skating and swept my hand through the air.“We started off with yachts and mansions on the beach.Now, look at what I’ve given you.Pizza and a walk in the park in the middle of fucking winter.I’m exactly what my parents always told me.A loser.You should be with a guy who can give you everything you desire.”

I waited for Quinn’s soft words and defense of my sad state.Instead, the breath whooshed out of me as she took both hands and shoved me full force, so I tumbled back onto the hard ice.I stared up at her, shocked, my ass on fire.“What the hell?”I yelled.

Her dark eyes shot flames.“You’re such an asshole!”Her foot, clad in her skate, actually thumped the ice as if she were stamping the ground.“How dare you insult both of us with those lame, whiny statements!I don’t needstuff.Sure, falling in love with you in Key West was amazing, but do you really think it had anything to do with your fancy house or boat or wallet?Actually, I fell for you in spite of your money.I just want you.The real you, not the guy who hung with his asshole friends, or the boy his parents ignored.I want the passionate, funny, sexy artist who’s real with me.Now you got me mad.I better skate it off.”

She spun in pure disgust and took off.I lay on the cold ground, staring at the empty space in front of me, while the crowds parted and glanced down to make sure I was okay.Then I began to laugh.

Damn, she was hot.Especially when she got angry.All that quiet energy whipped to the surface and gave off crazy vibes of sex.She saw something inside me I always wanted to believe in, but rarely did, and Quinn never allowed me to doubt.Maybe she was right.Because if she saw all that inside me, there must be something worth fighting for.

I pulled myself up, trying not to wince like a pussy, and skated after her.She was kind of floating in the middle of the ice, making graceful little circles, and I did the only thing I could do and that was to apologize.I grabbed her arm, whipped her around, and kissed her.

Her lips were cold, her tongue was hot, and her mouth was sweet.She kissed me right back, even putting her arms around my shoulders, and I heard the breakout of applause.When we broke off the kiss and looked up, people were clapping and smiling at us, as if we’d starred in some holiday chick flick and I got the girl.Quinn smiled and blushed, and I took a bow, which made them clap harder, and for that perfect moment, I had everything I ever wished for.

When I took her home, I stripped off her clothes with a slow reverence, swearing again not to take her like the animal I was, wanting to give her the adoration she deserved.Running my tongue over her naked body, I swallowed her cries with my mouth, sucked her pussy until she writhed beneath me, crying out my name, but I never stopped, just greedily devouring her musky, honeyed scent that fed me better than cocaine, and felt her come against my tongue.

When I slid inside her tight, pulsing heat, I trembled with the force of a god, her bruised lips still begging me to take her hard, her hands tugging at my shoulders to make me move faster.I fought the violence that Quinn always inflamed and took her slow, measuring my thrusts with perfect precision, making sure she orgasmed first before I felt my balls tighten and I let myself explode, my seed pouring out, my hips jerking in pure fucking ecstasy for endless moments until I thought I’d black out.

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