Page 41 of Rookie Season
“My point is, all I could think about was how it would feel to fuck you in that dressing room.”
The memory has arousal tingling through me. “But that’s because we couldn’t. It was hot because we knew it wasn’t an option.”
His eyes dance. “Turn around.”
With a suspicious look, I comply.
He finds the waist of my yoga pants and tugs them down over my hips. The cold air hits my thighs and makes me shiver.
“I used to think about you all the time,” he says. “When I was in practice. You were Jay’s little sister, and it was forbidden as hell. I knew it, but I couldn’t stop wanting you.” Every word turns me on more. Especially when he says, “Lean on the sled.”
The toboggan is in front of me, and I place my hands on the smooth wood. “What are you doing?”
I feel his hand on my lower back.
He takes the candy cane lying next to me.
“Boring things. The kind we’re gonna do when we’re married.”
His fingers brush my panties, the cold air making me extra sensitive. Then he sucks on the candy cane, releasing it with a pop.
Miles’s hand finds my shoulders and gently pushes me down. “When we started hanging out, I thought it would be easier. Being around you. Like it would take the edge off the way I wanted you. Instead, having you up close only made me want you more. I wanted you in my place, my life.”
My throat is dry, every inch of me craving his touch. “Not your bed?”
“I pictured you and me a thousand places. Bed didn’t even crack the top ten.”
I feel the poke of the firm object where I’m wet. It’s wet too, and it slides in.
“Ohhh.”
The shed creaks with a gust of wind, and I tense, looking at the door. “Someone could come in.”
“Too exciting for you?” he teases.
He works the candy cane in and out until I’m pushing back, needing more.
“Fuck, you look good,” Miles mutters.
Finally, he pulls out the candy cane. The wrapper crinkles, and I twist to look at him in time to see him discard the plastic and hold it out to me.
Miles’s hands go to his belt, but he waits me out. When he works his zipper down, I can see the massive bulge in his shorts.
I take the candy cane from him and put it on my tongue. The minty flavor fills my tastebuds.
Miles presses against me where I’m wet.
I moan a little around the end of the candy cane.
“More,” I say.
“You first.”
I suck on the candy cane.
He presses deeper into me.
Fuck.
