24. We were going to set boundaries today
24
We were going to set boundaries today
Electra
Did he just…did he really mean what I think he meant?
He can’t love me. It’s impossible. It’s just this whole forced proximity setting getting to him, that’s all. But even as I try to rile myself up, board up the cracks he put in my ice, I can taste the lie on my tongue.
It doesn’t feel like it’s impossible. No, his love feels real and warm and all-consuming and terrifying.
Tonight was great. Well, no, it was mind blowing to say the least, but tomorrow I need to make sure we both understand there can’t be more than friendship here. And maybe some benefits, because I really enjoyed those, but nothing more. It’s simply not possible. He’s a famous hockey player and I’m a broken figure skater who will spend the rest of her days in this cabin. All by myself.
Yet he was so open, so willing to give me his all if I only wanted it. Maybe I’m already broken beyond repair and that’s why I can’t simply fall into this feeling. Why I can’t let go and try.
But as I fall asleep in his warm, secure embrace, I can’t put out the flicker of light he lit inside me. I cannot shake off the feeling that everything is about to change, or maybe already did. And I can’t help but dream of him, instead of icy waters.
“Mmm.” I feel the deep murmur vibrate over my back as a strong hand glides over my waist and down to my hip, slightly squeezing it. “No clothes rule is the best.” Exton nips my shoulder, and I smile. “Maybe we should extend it into the day as well.”
I raise my hand and slap his away from my hip but instead I freeze, my eyes flying open.
Oh my god.
“What’s wrong?” Exton’s immediately on alert. I should tell him, but instead a lie slips past my lips.
“You’re naked.” For the first time since he got here, he seems to buy it without question and chuckles, pressing his huge hard as a rod dick into my back.
Silently, I beg him to dig his hands into my hip again, to see if that was just a fluke or I really felt him squeeze me instead of simply sensing his touch there. But he’s either not doing it anymore or it really was a fluke.
In a rash decision, I lift the covers and see his hand still tightly wrapped around my ass, but I don’t feel it.
A fluke then. I sigh, letting the cover drop back over our bodies and Exton gives me one raised brow?
“What was that? You didn’t like something about my body?” I shake my head, feeling my cheeks heat up when he rubs the said body all over me. “Because I happen to love yours and the whole unrequited love doesn’t work for me.” Right away the memories of last night and how reverently he loved my body fly in like the bomb squad, shitting on my parade.
And now I’m not only holding the cover over us, I’m pulling it over my head, hiding.
“Okay, I swear, if you don’t start talking, I’ll get a complex over here, thinking my body is offending you.” When I don’t make a sound, he rips the blanket off me, hard enough to pull it away from my breasts and the cool air skaters over them, instantly turning my nipples into hard pebbles.
But Exton is undeterred, he only keeps staring at me, expectantly. “Well?”
I roll my lips and then bite the inside of my cheek. “Um, we did things last night. Well, you did things. Many things,” I struggle for words as my cheeks feel hotter and hotter while his face loses the confusion and gains a whole lot of cockiness.
Great.
“You bet I did.” Exton falls on top of me right away, his lips locking over mine and I push at his rock-hard chest without making any progress at actually moving him. “And I fucking loved it.”
Jesus, he’s a big boy.
Everywhere.
And now I’m hot all over.
No! No, Electra! We were going to set boundaries today, not break any more of those that are barely holding down the fort. But damn, his weight feels so heavenly over me. He feels heavenly.
“Exton! Morning breath!” I mumble into his mouth, but the bastard only uses it as a chance to slip his tongue inside and to my utter embarrassment, I reciprocate, kissing him back like a woman starved, running my fingers through his short beard. God, when I saw it glistening, covered in my cum last night, I almost passed out.
“There.” He pulls away, laying one last peck. “Now we share the same one. So, might as well keep kissing you.”
I laugh at his sound logic but manage to twist my body away from his mouth right before he goes back for another kiss, and he groans when he meets the pillow instead.
“Okay, that needs to stop,” I inform him, feeling the need to bring up my plans from last night.
“What needs to stop?” he says into the pillow before rolling away from me.
“Everything.” Exton’s head whips my way.
“What do you mean, everything?”
“Us. This. The kissing. And all that. It has to stop. We are just friends and that’s it, okay?”
Exton stares at me for a few seconds without giving me any indication of what he’s thinking while my own head is spinning.
Am I going to lose him?
But I can’t keep him anyway…
God, I’m a mess.
Finally, he sighs and gets up from the bed with a simple “Fine” As he pulls his boxers on.
Fine? Fine? Just like that? What does fine even mean after last night? Why do I care? Fine then, fine. I should be happy he’s taking it so well. Maybe he finally realized I’m not worth it, just like everyone else did.
“Before you drown in your own—very loud—thoughts,” he starts, rounding the bed until he’s by my side and leans over, propping himself over me on his arms. “Fine means fine, I’ll let you pretend this isn’t real between us for a little while longer while I go make you breakfast and then have mine over the kitchen counter.”
And just like that he’s gone. Taking my loud thoughts, scrambling them, and leaving a fucking fire behind.
“You are not eating my pussy!” I yell after him, and he replies with a loud chuckle and his famous, “What are you going to do about it, cripple?”
God, I hate that man.
And I might also love him a little bit.
I purposely stay in bed longer than necessary, then I spend way too much time in the bathroom, looking at the bathtub and remembering all he did for me there as my heartrate spikes and by the time I wheel myself into the kitchen, Exton has the whole table covered with food.
“Jesus, are we expecting visitors?”
“Sex makes me hungry,” Exton states, and I stop in my tracks.
“This is not something I need to know as a friend.” In fact, I need to know as little as possible.
“It’s a good thing you’re not just a friend then.” He keeps plating more and more food.
“Exton.” I sigh with what’s supposed to be frustration but sounds a whole lot more like needy whimper.
“Electra.”
“I’m serious.”
“So, I’ve been thinking.” He completely ignores my comment.
“Well, that sounds promising already.”
“Har har.” He narrows his eyes at me and my mouth tips into a small smile. “So, I’ve been thinking you should teach me how to figure skate.”
“I lied, this is more than promising. This is epic. Why?” He dumps a whole lot of food onto my plate as he digs into his own.
“So, I can help you train later on. I need to know what to do. I looked up some videos and it doesn’t look too hard,” he shrugs, and I burst out laughing.
“Exton, we might both work on ice, but our professions are vastly different. You wouldn’t last even through one hour of figure skating.”
He lifts his head from the plate, his mouth full as he raises his fork at me, “Are you calling me weak?” he mumbles over the food, and I shake my head.
“I’m calling you a gorilla on ice, incapable of finesse.”
Exton’s eye narrow into headstrong determination. I can only imagine this is how he looks on his ice and it’s hot.
God, it’s so hot.
Yeah, we wouldn’t work as a couple because I’d be tempted to rip out every eye in the arena that sees that look on his face.
“All I hear is a challenge.” Exton breaks through my wrong line of thoughts.
“You’re asking for it, baby,” I tease him, catching the pet name that slips out too naturally and too late because he’s already smirking.
Jesus, I want to slap that smirk off his face and then maybe kiss it too. Or forget the slap, just kiss him until he has nothing more to smirk about. Anddddd, my mind went there again.
“You’re on! Wait, what do I get if I last more than one hour?”
“A congratulation.”
“Your sweet ass?”
“That is so not what I said, Exton.”
“It’s ‘baby’ from now on, and yep, I clearly heard you say something about your ass.”
I quickly look down at my food, hiding the stupid smile on my face and trying to tame the butterfly invasion in my stomach.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
Well, this should be fun.