Page 28 of Cider
I started to slip, my fox freaking out, but my ass never met the ice. An arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me up against a very impressive hard chest.
“Careful.” Jack’s voice held a sultry note. He had to be feeling what I was. It was like his touch sent electrical signals to every part of my body. It was ready to go with him.
Right there. On the ice.
Oh boy.
We got to the table and Jack pulled out the chair for me. When I sat, he easily slid it in. I grabbed the napkin and fanned my face.
“Did it suddenly get hot here?” I looked around.
Jack sat across from me, and I swear to God, he gave me a Flynn Ryder smoulder. Yup. My ovaries were now awake and raring to go.
“We’re in the middle of an ice rink. Pretty sure it’s actually cold.” He held up a finger. “If you’d like it to be colder, I’d be happy to help. After all, I am the Winter King.”
It began to snow. Not the spelled snow that the area usually had, but actual snow. Big flakes fell softly around us but it didn’t touch us. It was like there was a bubble of air around us that the snow fell around. It was beautiful against the dark sky and the lights around us.
Jack removed the covers on the plates and the smell of steak made my fox growl in hunger.
“Oh, dang. This looks amazing.” My fox whined.
“I liked the food at your place, but I have to confess,” Jack picked up his fork and knife, “I’m more of a pink meat eater myself.” He kept his eyes locked with mine as he cut a piece, chewed it slowly, and swallowed.
My laughter spilled out over the area. My stomach jiggled with how hard I laughed.
“Are you referring to my pussy as red meat?” I was having a hard time getting the words out.
That’s when he did it.
Jack laughed. He threw his head back and laughed in delight.
“I guess I am. Was it really that bad of a pick up line?”
I shook my head, grabbing the napkin again, this time to dab at the corner of my eyes where I’d actually started to cry.
“It was bad. Not in a bad way. But, yeah, that was bad. You and Billy will get along swimmingly.”
“I’m a little rusty at all of this.” His look of happiness made me want to melt. I just wanted to keep watching him. “I’ve not had a proper date, or relationship, in centuries. I don’t think you could call what Titus and I have a relationship.”
I’d just picked up my fork. “What do you mean?” Please, say lovers.
“We’re fuck buddies.” His bluntness was refreshing.
SCORE! Maybe they’d let me watch. Well, I knew Titus would.
I took a bite of the steak and had to swallow the moan that wanted to come out.
“I see.” Trying to appear nonchalant was killing me. If my tail was out, it would be wagging like a dogs. “Will you continue to be ‘fuck buddies’?”
Jack moved his head to the left, exposing the side of his neck. Those veins were impressive and I had to resist the urge to bite him, to mark him as mine. Somehow, the idea of diving over the table seemed like a bad idea while we were on a blanket of ice.
“I guess that would depend on you.” He started to eat his dinner again. I noticed that he cut precise pieces of whatever he was eating.
“If I said no?” There was no way in the nine hells that I would say that.
I watched his expression carefully. If I hadn’t been, I’d have missed the flicker of sadness that flashed in his eyes before it disappeared.
“I would respect that since you’re my mate.” His answer was almost robotic.
