Love on Ice (Manhattan Mavericks #1)

31. Felix

31

FELIX

I love Paris.

This morning, I started my day by sliding my dick inside Harper, waking her up with an orgasm or two. Nothing feels better than when I lift Harper’s leg over my thigh opening her up for me to slide in, my fingers teasing her clit until she is moaning and pleading for me to make her come. After I thanked her good and proper last night for buying me my dream watch, which I still can’t believe she did, I cooked her dinner, and we had a picnic on top of her room watching the lights of the Eiffel Tower flicker. And I may have made her my dessert as I devoured her on the roof. Thankfully, every other building is the same height, and no one can see in as she is on the corner and it’s nothing but open space. It was kind of thrilling. There is no way in hell you could do that back in New York, too many windows overlooking you.

We had breakfast in bed this morning after I went out and bought us fresh croissants and coffee while she had a shower. Eventually, we pulled ourselves out of bed, and she took me to The Louvre, where she explained to me everything about art, I had no idea she knew so much about Renaissance paintings. Listening to Harper talk about art is sexy as fuck, we then just spent the rest of the day strolling around the streets of Paris, stopping here and there looking at things we found interesting. Before we knew it, it was nightfall, and we stopped for a quick bite at a café before meandering our way back to her apartment. Never once did we stop talking about the most random things.

I love France.

I love Paris.

I love Harper.

Shit.

No. No. No.

Where did that come from? It’s just Paris. We are in the city of love and that’s messing up my brain, that’s all.

Shit.

I stare at the bedroom ceiling as Harper sleeps soundly beside me, I’m having an existential crisis. You’re just enjoying your time together, you have fun, and the sex is amazing . The thought of not seeing her every day fills me with dread. Better get used to it because once summer is over, she’s gone. We made it official on this trip. Official that you’re not going to screw anyone else for the summer. Yes, and? You know there is no way Harper has these same feelings for you. Maybe she does. Do not tell her how you feel, it will ruin it. She must have some feelings for me as she posts photos of us on her socials together. Because it’s her job and because her ex is crazy and you’re dating her so he will stay away from her. True. Shit.

I get up out of bed, grab some shorts, and head up to the rooftop terrace and suck in the night air, trying to still my panicked heart. Fuck. You knew this was going to happen. How could I not fall for her? I think she’s perfect. She may be, but Harper keeps reminding you it’s just for the summer. You don’t think she will change her mind? She could. September still seems far away. I’m just going to have to spend my time showing her I’m exactly what she needs. But are you? You don’t think I’m good enough for her. You’re a hockey player. You are on the road a lot. You are surrounded by temptation. I never cheated when I was with Cynthia and my feelings for her were not as strong as they are for Harper. You’re young. I’m twenty-seven, that’s not that young. Harper told you she wants to start a family soon. I want kids. But now? I don’t know. You’re going to have to know if you want something more from her. She’s not going to have a kid next week. She might. Don’t forget she was looking into sperm banks and things. Shit. Things are great right now. You’re in France. Soon to jet off to Italy. You’re in holiday mode. We’ve been living together. You are still on summer break. Maybe you’re right. I am. But I like her. A lot. And you can like her a lot but know that there is an expiration date on your relationship. Enjoy it for what it is. It’s going to suck when it ends. It is. But what happens if I can make her fall in love with me? Have you not listened to anything we’ve talked about? Yes, of course. But you’re going to ignore my good advice and do whatever the hell you want. Pretty much. She’s going to break your heart. Probably. I’m also willing to chance it that she might not. Paris has gone to your brain.

“Everything okay?” Harper’s voice startles me from my inner thoughts.

“Yeah.”

Those blue eyes narrow on me. “You’re standing on the rooftop in the middle of the night by yourself, that doesn’t scream fine.”

“Couldn’t sleep, my mind was being noisy,” I tell her.

“Can I help with it? I’m a great listener and advice giver,” she asks.

“Don’t think you can help with this.”

“Oh, it’s a hockey thing. You’re worried about starting at a new team,” she asks.

I smile. “Yeah, something like that.”

Harper’s face lights up, thinking she’s worked out my dilemma. “I may not know anything about hockey, but I’m a great sounding board,” she says, walking toward and wrapping her arms around my neck. I wrap my arms around her and pull her tightly to me as we stand under the moonlight on top of a roof in Paris, with a girl that’s stolen my heart, who has no idea that she has. “Oh, looks like someone needed a hug.” She giggles as I tighten myself around her.

“Guess I did. You make me happy, Harper,” I confess to her.

She looks up at me with those wide blue eyes. “You make me happy, too.” That surprises me that she said that. Do not get carried away. “You’ve been the strength I didn’t know I needed to deal with Josh.”

“I’ll do anything for you,” I tell her.

“I see that.” Wasn’t expecting her to be so open. “I know our time is short together, but I do want you to know that what’s happening between us is real.”

Told you, she sees an expiration date. “It doesn’t have to be short,” I tell her quietly.

“Felix,” she says my name in warning.

“I know, I know,” I say, trying to save face.

“I don’t think you do,” she says seriously. “It’s going to hurt having to let you go, but you and I know what we have can’t be any more than what it is. I’m hoping we can still be friends, but I’ll understand if you can’t be.”

Oh. Wow. She really is drawing a line in the sand. Told you so. I nod. “Friends. I can handle that.” Harper looks relieved.

“When you say friends though … are you saying with or without benefits?” I smile at her. She gives me a look that says most definitely without benefits. “You know, when we finish a game, it takes us a long time to come down from the adrenaline and sex helps us come down quicker.”

“Oh. Is that so?” She smirks.

“Just saying, you could help a friend out sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” she questions me. I nod. “Maybe,” she says, giving me a bashful smile.

“Maybe?”

“If it helps your recovery then really, I’d be doing the team a service.” She chuckles.

“You really would.” I pull her tightly against me, my dick already standing to attention.

“Then yes, I could put a caveat on our friendship, that I could help out if the situation needs it.” She chuckles.

“The situation needs it now,” I tell her, picking her up and depositing her on the table.

“So, it seems.” She grins, opening her legs for me and I notice she is not wearing any underwear underneath her slip. My hand slides up her thighs before spreading her wide for me. Guess she is as ready as I am, as I pull down my pants and replace my fingers with my cock. We both sigh as I slide home into her.

“You’re not giving this up,” I say as I thrust into her. “Your greedy cunt loves my cock too much.”

“It does.” She moans.

Guess now I’m going to have to keep her addicted to my cock so we can continue doing what we’re doing.

Challenge accepted.