Page 73 of Use Me
Ashtyn laughed. “Not like that. Jeez!”
I smiled and followed as she walked up to the skate rental booth. Two sets of skates were waiting for us. We slipped them on, and after lacing them up, Ashtyn asked, “You ready to race?”
“Race?” I laughed.
“Yeah. Loser has to do all the pleasuring tonight.”
I snickered. “Is that so?”
“Yep.”
“You do remember me telling you that I’ve played ice hockey since I was five?”
She shrugged slightly. “How do you know I haven’t been practicing?”
“Have you?” I asked and stood. I stood easily on the blades as if they were normal boots I was wearing. Ashtyn, on the other hand, had to grab onto the side of the counter for support.
“You’ll just have to wait and see.”
“All right, Apolo Ohno. Let’s see what you’re made of.”
I helped Ashtyn out of the building and across to the outdoor rink. After we slipped off the blade covers, I thought I’d need to help her not fall on the ice. However, she skated effortlessly.
“First one back here is the winner.”
“Got it,” I replied and stood next to her in a race-stance position. Should I let her win? I didn’t mind doing all the pleasuring. She knew I loved to lick her cupcake. But then when a woman beats you at anything, especially sports, you never live it down. Romi beat me one-time at Horse when we were playing hoops, and to this day my sister thinks she’s better at basketball than me.
“Ready?” Ashtyn asked, and before I could reply she bolted.
“Hey!” I shouted and took off after her.
I was right on her heels almost the entire way, but she gave me a run for my money. The fucking long johns under my jeans and coat were riding up in places I didn’t want them to be. We laughed and groaned and laughed some more as we sped around the ribbon. I pulled ahead, and just as I was rounding the final turn, I saw people standing on the ice with a finish line ribbon across it. Ashtyn had gone all out on this night, but as I skated closer, I recognized one of the men. It wasn’t the garage attendant or the guy who had let us into the skate rental building.
It was my idol, Jeremy Roenick.
Still skating, I turned my head to look over my shoulder at Ashtyn. She was smiling as she skated leisurely up behind me. She clearly wanted me to win, and now I knew why.
My gaze met Jeremy’s, and he was smiling as I skated through the tape. I’d always known him to have a good rapport with his fans. Back in the day, I’d hear about how he would smile and stop what he was doing to sign autographs. I’d never gotten to meet him, but I knew if I were ever given the chance, he’d be a standup guy. And I was right because what retired hockey player would come stand out in the snow at midnight to meet a fan?
Apparently, Jeremy Roenick would.
Icouldn’t believe that I was able to pull off such an amazing opportunity for Rhys. I knew a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy. And that guy knew Jeremey was in town, and because he caught the game the other night, Jeremy knew who Rhys was and was willing to make my Christmas wish come true.
Seeing Rhys’s face the second after he saw Jeremy Roenick at the finish line was awesome. Seeing him talk to Jeremy and tell him how he had been his idol since he was ten was heart-warming. And seeing Rhys’s face when I took off my coat, stripped off the Roenick Blackhawks jersey I was wearing, and handed it to Jeremy to sign was incredible.
When we got home, Rhys had forgotten that he was the one who won the race, so he didallthe pleasuring.
I didn’t wake to the smell of coffee. Instead, I woke to a hand caressing my parted thighs. A hand that slowly traveled up and then slipped into the waistband of my panties before I even opened my eyes.
I moaned.
“You should have slept naked, Cupcake.”
“Cold,” I panted.
“Are you cold now?”
“No.” I wasn’t.
