29. A warninga welcome
29
A warning or a welcome
Electra
“Do you really have to call her?” Exton asks, eyeing the phone in my hand with twisted lips. We’re sitting in the kitchen where he fed me breakfast as usual after fucking me once more in the shower.
Or well, I demanded he does after seeing every mark he left on my skin. Fucking savage, he is. And of course, I had to be turned on immediately upon seeing them, running my fingers over the teeth indents and blood welts, feeling possessive of them. Fucking insane, I am.
“Yes.” I laugh. “I do.”
“She will gloat.”
“Oh, you mean like you do?”
“Yeah, but I actually deserve it.”
“But you actually wouldn’t be here without her.”
“Fine,” he relents after a few beats. “Fine, call the terminator.”
I chuckle and dial Stella. I might be all happy and nonchalant on the outside right now but with each beep my nerves spike up. Yesterday when Exton suggested we forget the rest of the world and just spend the day with each other, I heaved a relieved sigh. He knew I needed that just like I know he did, because my Exton may be all tough on the outside but he’s still fighting his own demons on the inside.
But today is a new day and it’s time to face it.
Everything is about to change. Again. And I’m not sure if I’m ready for that or if I want that, but there’s no going back because my trainer picks up.
“Electra? Everything okay?” Stella asks, concern lacing her tone. She stopped by in here and there over the past weeks, but mostly she’s stayed away, and we never call each other just to chat.
I clear my throat and can physically feel her going on full alert on the other side of the phone. “Yes, I’m okay. Very okay. I-I…” I lift my eyes up to Exton and he reaches for me right away, silently giving me courage to keep going despite his reluctance to call Stella in the first place.
“I did it. I got up,” I say with a whoosh of air, and I’m met with loud silence for a good minute.
“I’ll be there in twenty,” is all she says before hanging up and what I assume is rushing out the door.
True to her words, Stella is knocking on our door twenty minutes later. Exton opens the door as I wait on the couch but I still when I see her. My always composed, stern, tough trainer is in tears as she runs toward me, stopping just a step away, watching me as if she is seeing me for the first time.
Without saying anything, I push up to standing. Exton right there by my side to lend me a hand if I get wobbly again—but I stand, and Stella crumbles. Her whole body shaking with tears like I’ve never seen before because I really haven’t!
Stella doesn’t do emotions.
“My little star,” she whispers as her hands wrap around me, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. “I knew it! I knew it! I knew you could do it! You are my star! I knew it!” She keeps repeating again and again and I feel my own tears streaking down my face and hugging her closer.
This woman is more than a trainer, she is the one who took me in after Mom died. She gave me a whole new life back then and now again. She sent Exton my way. She kept believing in me. She was the one who never gave up even when everyone else did.
“Thank you,” I whisper back. “Thank you, Stella.”
“Shush.” She pats the back of my head. “You are like a daughter to me. No, screw ‘like’—you are my daughter, and I’d do anything for you, Electra.”
We stay like that for a few minutes until she must notice Exton behind me and that steel exterior is back. “You can go now, prickly pear. You did what you had to. I’ll call your coach.” She gives him an acknowledging nod and in Stella language that might as well be the biggest praise.
Exton snorts. “Yeah, not gonna happen.” He steps up, putting his hand over me and kissing my cheek like the protective lunatic he is. But I guess I should thank him he didn’t decide to bite me or something along the lines to claim his territory in front of Stella.
Her eyes are wide and surprised as it is.
“What have you done?” I’m not sure which one of us she’s asking but we both answer at the same time.
“Fell in love.” Our eyes lock right away and I’m sure both of us are wearing matching love-sick smiles.
I brace myself, knowing Stella is about to rip me a new one for starting a relationship like she did when I told her about Erik and I…but all she says is, “Fine.”
My head snaps her way as my jaw drops to the ground. “Fine? Fine? ”
“Yeah.” She shrugs. “Now, go get ready. I already called Doctor Miles, he’s waiting for you.”
“Stella,” I halt her. “Back up. You won’t give me the whole speech about how I shouldn’t be falling in love and getting tangled up with unworthy men?”
“Why would I?” She looks at me like I’m the idiot here and maybe I am because I’m so utterly lost right now.
“You did it when I told you I was dating Erik.”
“That’s because that imbecile wasn’t for you. He never loved anyone but himself. This one”—she nods toward just as jaw-slacked Exton—“worships the ground you walk on—or rode on before now.”
“Just admit it, you love me.” Exton breaks through his stupor, wiggling his eyebrows, and Stella just rolls her eyes at him.
“Like a cute, cuddly pup.”
“Hey! I am not cute or cuddly.”
“Fine. Like an untrained, shaggy pup with anger and bladder control issues, better? But can we not make this about you right now? My little star is about to get back on the ice.”
The warmth is gone as an ice chill takes over my body and my eyes lock on the frozen lake out the window.
Crack. I hear the ice call out.
A warning?
Or a welcome?
“If you will twist your fingers any more, you’ll lose them,” Exton says without taking his eyes off the road.
We’ve been driving for over two hours now and with each mile, my nerves have gotten worse and worse. The doom of Boston hovering over me. The doom of seeing my doctor and hearing…hearing what?
That I can get back to skating? Or that I can’t?
Stella wanted to come along but I pleaded with her to stay and not disrupt her day when I already had Exton taking me anyway. The truth is, I couldn’t deal with Stella’s excitement about something that scared me to death.
The last time I was here, my every dream was crushed into a pile of evaporating frost and there is nothing preventing it from happening again.
“Fucking hell, little star. If you think any louder, I won’t hear the music.”
I send him a small glare but even that doesn’t pack a punch, I’m too wrung out. Exton senses it because he lets out a long exhale, his right hand that’s been on my knee the whole way, squeezes me.
I’m still marveling at the fact that I feel that.
“Then stop being a creep and reading my mind.”
“You love it.” He winks, sending me his dazzling smile before turning back to the road and I return it. Of course, I love it. “Maybe you need my cock to get out of your head?” Exton teases but I perk up.
To my astonishment, I feel the need for exactly that. I need him. Need him to take my mind off these life-changing decisions. Need to feel the one thing that feels concrete in my life.
Sure. Dependable and so perfect.
“Why are you all quiet over there?” he asks skeptically and his eyes bounce to mine before he groans. “Oh, hell, Electra! Do not look at me like that right now. I can’t pullover anywhere here. Do not sink your teeth into your lip, God!” He beats his head against his headrest.
“You don’t need to,” I tell him and before he can ask why, I release my seatbelt, bending over the console as my fingers work his belt, button and zipper open.
“Jesus Christ, woman! What are you doing?” Exton asks but his voice is a bit frantic and a whole lot needier than it was a second ago.
“I need your cock. You offered, haven’t you?” The car sways a bit at my words as my hands work at pushing his jeans past his hard dick and Exton pushes up slightly, helping me while cursing under his breath.
“You’re going to blow me while I’m driving?” he asks with disbelief and awe.
“Mm-hmm. I need you,” he whimpers as I wrap my hand around his thick length, my fingers not touching because he’s too big for my small hand, but I love the feel of him. I love how velvety soft he is while being hard as a rock.
My nervous thoughts long forgotten when I see the small bead of pre-cum pooling at the top of his smooth head and my mouth waters, remembering exactly how good he tastes. How right it feels to swallow each drop, and I lick it up, scooping the pre-cum as it coats my tongue and I moan.
“I’m existing in the parallel fucking universe,” Exton says, his words strained as his hands grip the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles are white, and I chuckle, licking his head again. “Don’t play with me, little star, take your cock down your throat like my good cum slut. Fuck your mouth for me. Take what you need.”
I whimper and hastily wrap my lips around him, sliding my mouth down on his length. Sucking him like that’s all I need in my life and Exton curses again, one of his hands fisting around my hair as he holds me tight, moving my head up and down faster, making me take him deeper and deeper until I gag.
“Relax for me, little star. You need me deeper, don’t you?” he growls, and I nod around him like a bobble head, my own hips twisting and grinding against the seatbelt buckle currently digging in between my legs and I’m so not mad about it. I need any friction I can get because sucking Exton’s cock seems to be my vice.
Just to be clear, I despised it before. I could count the number of times on one hand I did it willingly before. That’s it. But just the thought of having him spilling down my throat makes me lose it. It turns me into someone I’ve never met before.
And I haven’t. Because she was asleep. Waiting for him.
“Fuck, you suck my cock so, so good, little star. You love him in your mouth, don’t you?” I nod again and he tightens his hold on my hair in answer. “My good girl, my perfect little cum slut. Choke on my cock, take it fucking all.”
I have no idea how we are still driving. How we haven’t crushed yet because Exton can’t hold back any more than I can, his hips are moving, thrusting into my mouth with the same ferocity that I suck. And it all feels so damn good.
The buckle rubs me just in the right place and I feel my climax blooming deep inside my core. Exton pops me off his dick and of course, I whine. “Lick him, Electra. Make it last, or I’ll blow in point two seconds.”
No, I don’t want this to be over yet, I haven’t had enough of him, so I do as I’m told, running my tongue all over him, dragging the tip over his underside and he shudders from the sensation.
“Damn it, nothing you do is safe. I want to come no matter what,” he grits out and pushes inside my mouth again. “Suck.”
One word. One command and I’m a whimpering mess.
“Yes, yes just like that,” Exton chants, his whole body vibrating with tension as he keeps his orgasm at bay, but I want it. I need it now, so I take him all the way down, my nose grazing against his groin as my saliva mixed with his pre-cum pools around his length. With a long curse, his cock twitches in my throat as his comes and I explode right alongside. My own orgasm blasting through me.
“Mmm,” I moan, unable to think clearly when everything feels so good.
“Goddamn, why are you so perfect?” he asks with a strain, his cock still twitching in my mouth while I swallow it all, and Exton pulls on my hair, taking me off him and brings my lips to his. Uncaring that we are still driving, still on a busy freeway. “I love you,” he murmurs into my mouth his eyes on me for a brief second before he looks back out to the road, but that second was enough for me to see the truth of his words.
“I love you too.” I kiss his cheek, the corner of his mouth that’s tipped into a smile and his lips. “Thank you.”
Exton chuckles as I pull away and help him get his pants back on and zipped up.
“And she thanks me for fucking her mouth like a savage again. Anything for you, love.” He shakes his head with a satisfied smile and his hand is back on my thigh as we make the final twenty minutes of the drive to my appointment.
I feel calm and relaxed until we pull up to the parking garage and Exton parks in first available spot.
“And here I thought my cock cures your nerves,” he says, glancing at my twisting hands again.
“It did. But it’s not in my mouth anymore, is it?”
“Don’t temp me, little star.” He narrows his eyes at me, but I only manage a weak smile and he shifts, cradling my face in his hands.
“Tell me,” he simply states.
There is no point in hiding from him. No point in lying when I never could before.
“I’m scared.” I wring my fingers on my lap, looking down at them. And then he’s there, over me like a cloud, his arms slipping underneath my body as he pulls me over the console and into his lap.
Exton just watches me, brushing my hair away from my face, gently tucking it behind my ear and even fixes my bangs. He loves to do that, I noticed.
“Of which answer?”
“Of all? Of any?”
“Do you want to get back on the ice?”
“I don’t know.” My voice is small and unsure. “The last memory of my relationship with it is tainted. The trust I had—broken.” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but my thoughts feel safe around him.
“How about your trust in you?” I look up to him. “That’s who you trust. Yourself. Your heart. Your body.”
“Do you trust yourself?”
“Only when it comes to you.”
“Why?”
“Because you are the first right choice that I made.” Exton gives me his raw, unrestricted heart. He gives it all to me and I melt into his touch and comfort. I melt into his soul that keeps holding onto to mine. And then I melt into his kiss, his warm, huge palm gliding over my leg. Higher and higher to my ass that he squeezes hard, and I yelp into his mouth.
Exton moans, cupping my pussy through my jeans. “Don’t overthink it, Electra. Take it one step at a time. There are no life choices that you need to make after this appointment. But I do need you to get in there and let them tell me that you are all healed up, okay?”
“Why?”
“So I can bring my right choice back home and fuck her without holding back.” He pulls away from my mouth just enough to murmur those words, setting my skin on fire and goes back to our kiss.
“Th-that was holding back?”
His lips curl sinfully. “You have no idea.”
Three hours later, I was given the “go ahead.” Dr. Miles ran tests upon tests on me. He took scans and asked a million questions until my injury was cleared and although he doesn’t recommend going back to professional skating, there is technically nothing preventing me from doing it.
He was rather impressed with my muscle mass and Exton was rather smug about it, knowing full-well who is to thank for that, but that smirk was overshadowed by dark desire in those whiskey eyes.
The man was given his permission and now I’m really scared.