21. Twenty-one
Twenty-one
Arne
M ax spent more and more evenings at my place. It was easier to keep my cool at the rink because I got all of him when we arrived home.
Before Max, I’d been okay with being abstinent for months between hookups. With him around, I was a desperate mess.
We both loved it when I was on top. It made me train like a berserk in the gym, improving my stamina and strength even more. If Jerke knew why I suddenly skated better than before, he’d probably have a minor breakdown.
“Want to hang out at my place?” I asked him as we left the rink. “I have a new game I want to try. How about it? We could order something?” Hopefully none of the others heard it and wanted in on the fun.
There’s no way they’re playing that kind of game with us.
“Sounds good, Viking. Can I just tag along now? I don’t want to go halfway across town twice if I don’t have to.”
“Sure.”
I’ll take any minute I can get with you, Raven.
“How about we head to the supermarket, though?” He checked our surroundings for our teammates. “I want to cook for us.”
“You spoil me, Max.”
His crooked smile slid down my throat like a hot drop of liquid. Taking a glance at his surroundings to make sure none of the others could hear, he lowered his voice. “Forever.”
It should have scared me to hear him talk like that. It definitely shouldn’t make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“Viking?”
“Yes?” I muttered, letting my body sink deeper into Max’s embrace.
I had just bounced on his cock and come so hard that bright lights still popped in my field of vision whenever I blinked. He held me in his arms and drew lazy circles on my sweaty back.
“I want to go somewhere with you where no one knows who we are.”
Raising myself up a few inches, I touched his cheek and tilted my face up for a kiss.
“What’s wrong, Raven?”
“Nothing,” he whispered. His lie was so obvious my heart squeezed a little in my chest.
“Max?” I prompted him again. “You can tell me. I won’t be mad or anything.”
“Not mad,” he shook his glossy black curls. “But I’m scared you will laugh at me.”
“What? When was the last time I made fun of you, Raven? Tell me.”
His next word was barely audible. “Never.”
“That’s right. I would never do that, I—”
Oh my God, don’t be stupid, Arne! You can’t tell him now.
His mouth fell open as if he knew exactly what I had been about to say.
“I want to be somewhere with you where I can hold your hand in public, and where I can kiss you without being afraid anyone will see us,” he went on, emboldened by my almost declaration. “And with Christmas coming up, I…”
He wants to spend the holidays with me? Damn, baby. I’ll give you the full ‘Danish boyfriend spoiling you for your first Jul’ experience.
I slipped my hand around the back of his neck and bumped my nose to his. “Let me organise something for us.”
To be completely honest, the idea had hovered in the back of my mind for weeks. Spending our first Christmas as a secret couple away from each other wasn’t a prospect I liked. I’d imagined myself—sad and lonely—sitting in my parents’ holiday home by the coast that they reserved for me every year and texting him all day.
“Are you serious?” His doubtful look might have offended me, but I had an inkling it had nothing to do with me, but rather his ex-boyfriend. From what he’d told me on our hike, that guy had never followed through on his promises.
It was up to me to help him make new experiences. I’d promised myself the moment he’d told me that I would prove him wrong. He didn’t deserve to be treated like this. He deserved everything.
“Max, listen to me.” I sat up, straddling his hips and trying to ignore how beautiful he looked all drenched in my cum. “Unfortunately, I can’t guarantee that I’ll never break a promise. But please know that I intend to keep them all. If I can’t it’s because…I don’t know, I’m bedridden in the hospital, or the world has ended. I want to make you happy.”
“I know,” he breathed. “And you do. So much.”
“My parents have a holiday home, a cabin by the sea. I stay in it every Christmas because my mum and dad moved out of my childhood home after I was scouted to play hockey in Germany. Why don’t you come with me so we can spend our time off there? Just you and me.”
He sat up and opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it again.
“I usually spend Christmas with my parents. We eat an obscene amount of food. But we can spend it alone if you prefer that.” The words kept tumbling out of my mouth, and I couldn’t stop them. “They’re super nice, though, and I bet they would love to meet you. I told them so much about you.”
Stop rambling, Arne!
“You told your parents about me?”
Is that all you heard?
“Uh, yes, of course I did. They’ll tell no one about us. I promise, it’s—”
Max tackled me, which was weird because I sat on his lap one moment and the next my back was on the bed, and he was kissing me.
“I want to celebrate with you. I’ll tell my family we’re going to Denmark,” he said against my lips when at long last he backed away, grinning widely. “This is going to be the best Christmas ever.”