34. I like this ice too much
34
I like this ice too much
Electra
“Exton.” I giggle, stumbling onto the ice with him behind me, holding me around my waist as he rains kiss down my neck and I’m half twisted, watching him with amusement.
“What has gotten into you this morning?”
“What hasn’t gotten to me,” he answers. “But the most recent memory is the morning shower,” he answers quickly, and I feel my cheeks heat up, the memories of him on his knees, eating my pussy and then ass from behind me until I was a complete needy mess, begging for his cock, flash in front of my eyes.
God, we had one crazy night. Crazy in the best way because it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It was love on a whole other level. A new connection that still has me reeling.
His mom is Helena Quinn. How is that even possible? How does this work? Who plans all of this?
The questions are endless but all I know is that whatever it is, I never want to lose it. I never want to lose him. We spent the whole night loving each other reverently, softly and gently but come morning Exton felt he needed to remind me how big of a caveman he was, and the shower happened.
“Shhh.” I slap him. “That was back home. Behave. We don’t have that much time before you need to leave for your practice.”
“No can do, little star. Did you see your ass in these leggings? Fucking unreal,” he growls, sinking his teeth in the crook of my neck as my eyes close with a soft whimper escaping my mouth.
“I thought you hated my leggings.”
“I like them for three seconds before I rip them off your sweet body.” Exton’s hand travels lower, over my now very aching core and I twist around, grabbing his neck to bring him in for a real kiss when someone clears their throat.
A male someone.
Jesus Christ, did we get caught by someone again?
I finally open my eyes to see who’s here this early when usually we are the only ones but as soon as I do, I wish I’d never open them in the first place.
“Hello, Elle.” The sneer that pulls up on my lips is a gut reaction to hearing—and seeing—Erik standing in front of us, his arms crossed as he shoots daggers my way and when his eyes shift to the man behind me, he swallows hard, looking a bit pale and a lot pissed. “You.” His hiss is directed at Exton, and I frown.
Do they know each other?
“Me,” Exton simply states, his hold on me tightens.
“I should have you arrested for what you did.”
“By all means.” Exton’s voice is flat, uncaring but my head just keep piling up with questions.
“First of all, what are you doing here, Erik? And what are you talking about? Arrested for what?”
“Oh, you don’t know?” He shoots me patronizing look. “Your dumb puck chaser assaulted me a month ago. Just showed up at Filip’s rink one day and attacked me out of nowhere. Leaving no explanations other than ‘Say thank you, I’m in a good mood today.’” Erik throws his hands out to accentuate his point but looks more like the perpetual child he is. “I had bruised ribs, a swollen lip, and a black eye for an entire week, you asshole!”
Exton chucks his tongue. “One week?” He puckers his lips. “I knew I should’ve done more. One week is hardly enough.”
“You…you…” Erik stammers, his face growing red with frustration that for once someone is not falling over their head to accommodate him. To please him. “I haven’t done anything to you, asshole!”
“You’ve hurt her. That’s what you’ve done to me.” I turn toward my boyfriend who has yet to take his eyes off my ex and as I watch his jaw clenching hard. Suddenly, a memory of that day Exton had a sudden appointment in Boston. The one after which he came back with bruised knuckles, resurfaces in my mind.
“Exton,” I whisper, my tone heavy with emotion at the realization. “Baby.” I gently cup his face. “You went to see him that day?”
Exton finally shifts his attention to me, his whiskey eyes softening as he nods.
“But…but…we weren’t even together back then. I was no one to you. Why would you do that? Why would you risk your career for me like that?”
It was the morning after our first heart-to-heart after he looked me up on the internet and saw glimpses of the day I got injured. He drove three hours just to punch a guy for me.
It’s just pure luck that Erik didn’t press charges. Pure luck that he probably didn’t have a clue who beat him up that day.
God, he beat him up for me. It shouldn’t be so hot but I feel my whimper written all over my face.
Exton takes my hand cupping his cheek and brings my palm to his mouth, kissing it. “There hasn’t been a day since I met you that you weren’t someone to me. You were my everything from the first moment I laid eyes on you, it only took me a couple of days to catch up to it, to feel that thread starting to weave around us.”
If I look anything like I feel than I should be a melted puddle of love on this ice.
My sweet lunatic. My grumpy caveman. My protector. He fell in love with me when I didn’t love myself. He fell in love with me without knowing if I’d ever walk. If I’d ever live a regular life. He fell in love and fought for mine every day since.
“Elle!” Erik snaps, his eyes wide and shifting between me and Exton. “I’m right here!”
“Good for you, but I still don’t understand why you are right there.”
Before I can process what he’s doing, he’s in front of me, his hand reaching for my face but never makes contact with it. Exton slaps it away with a low, threatening growl.
“Go ahead, try that again and that one week will seem like paradise comparing to what I do next.”
Erik grits his teeth, shooting a glare Exton’s way but then focuses back on me. “Now that you are walking again, I came to bring you back to where you belong.” He softens his voice but unlike a few months ago, this time I can hear exactly how fake and forced it is. “The home is so empty without you. I can’t train properly; everything seems off and the connection with Lisa is not there. I need you back, Elle, just as much as you need me. You know this is your last chance to go to the Olympics. To win that gold. And the only way to do that is together.” Erik’s lips curl into a sweet, loving smile. One I’ve seen so many times. One I’d fallen head over heels for.
One I want to slap off his face now at the reminder.
But that would mean he still has some effect on me. That I still feel something—even if it’s anger—toward him and the truth is, I don’t feel a single thing. None. Nothing good. Nothing bad.
Erik Shishkov simply doesn’t exist for me. He is someone I used to skate with. That’s it.
The feeling of love I had for him was as fake as the whole relationship because it wouldn’t even hold a candle to the inferno I feel for this angry man at my side, the one who’s a second from spilling my ex’s brain over this ice and we can’t have that.
I like this ice too much.
Please, don’t.
Why?
Exton.
Fine, you always take away all the fun from me.
Poor baby, I’ll make it up to you.
We are so lost in talking to each other through our eyes, I don’t even realize Erik was talking.
“So I was thinking, we leave now to pack our bags before we leave for Colo—” I raise my hand, halting him mid word.
“Please stop.”
“Stop what? Talking?”
“No, thinking. But come to think of it, you can stop talking too. It will be good for environment.” Erik looks so confused by my attitude, it’s almost comical. I was never like this toward him before.
“I’m not leaving anywhere. Not with you, at least. I belong here, on this ice, and with this man. So, safe travels.”
I tug on Exton’s arm as I start to skate away without looking back I can feel his jaw hitting the floor.
“Elle!”
“It’s Electra, Erik. Electra,” I shout.
After that I tune him out, enjoying my time on ice as Exton leads me through warmups. Erik must leave at some point because by the time Stella shows up, he’s no longer here.
Sure, winning that gold with him was once my goal, my dream, and path. But that life is no longer mine. I’ve got a whole other one planned out. And I’ll live it with the man by my side.