Chapter 6
I picked up speed, preparing for my next jump. We’d been practicing for a few hours, and it was the last training session I had left before the singles. Until now, everything had been amazing, and I aced all the movements, even if, truth be told, part of my brain cells were focused on Bryce.
“That’s perfect, Livia. You did well, but try to tighten your core a little when you glide into the step sequence,” he instructed.
I nodded and replayed the choreography. Time flew by as I continued to spin and float along the ice, allowing my muscles to do what they’d been trained to do. As Bryce always told me, “Trust your muscle memory.” That, of course, was before making me repeat the same thing a billion times until I did it perfectly.
I smiled as I looked at him. He was watching me with pride, and knowing he was pleased with my efforts thrilled me and made me trust myself and my choreography even more.
“Hey, Livia!”
I stopped in the middle of the ice rink as I heard the voice. I waved toward Alec, greeting him. He was competing in the Men’s Singles, and we had the chance to talk a few times during training since he’d scheduled most of his hours right after mine.
“Ready for tomorrow?” he asked while joining me on the ice and giving me a hug.
“Yeah, this is the last training session for me. I thought we had one more hour, but if you’re here, I guess it’s time for me to finish.”
“No, it’s not.”
Bryce’s voice startled me as he materialized right next to me. I gave him a once-over, and my inner slut drooled at the sight of him on the ice. He didn’t always join me on the rink during training, but every time I was lucky enough to watch him skate, arousal spiked inside me to unbelievable levels.
He was hot. So fucking hot.
“We have the rink for one more hour, and I don’t want my athlete distracted. So, please, come back when your time starts.”
I gave Bryce a curious look. He was generally cold with other people, but I had never heard him talk like this to anyone. I studied his tensed face, his furrowed brows, and his clenched jaw. Yeah, he was pissed off.
And then it hit me.
Is he jealous?
That was funny, flattering, and annoying at the same time. I knew Alec was flirting with me, but I wasn’t interested in him or anyone else. How could I be when I was helplessly in love with this stubborn silver fox who refused to talk to me about us?
And that was kind of summoning a little bratty side of me I hadn’t been aware of. Why was I supposed to not flirt with others when he avoided all my attempts at talking about our relationship?
“It’s okay, he can start his training earlier,” I said, feigning innocence.
Okay, a vein suddenly bulged on Bryce’s forehead. Yup, I’d definitely hit something there. My inner slut and inner brat teamed up, dreaming about the roughest sex ever. Maybe if I pushed his buttons a little, he would want to reclaim me and remind me I was his.
Or finally talk. Like a mature adult.
Yeah, maybe I was pissed off too, more than I’d realized. Maybe it was the stress of the competition or my fear of losing him, but it drove me crazy that he refused to talk about what we wanted until the end of the Olympics.
“No, he can’t,” Bryce hissed at me. “I want you focused on the gold, Livia. And you,” he started, fixing his gaze on poor Alec, who suddenly made himself smaller, “do I need to talk to your coach about disturbing another competitor’s schedule?”
I pitied Alec a little as he mumbled something about how he was going to come back later, after we were done. Bryce narrowed his eyes while the guy hurried out, then turned back to me.
“Start the choreography from the beginning. You’re going to do it over and over again until the time ends.”
“What!? You just said it was perfect.”
“It was before you lost your focus. Go on, start with the opening spin.”
“No,” I said, skating closer to him. “I’m not going to work my ass into oblivion just because you’re jealous.”
The glance he gave me sent a thrill of arousal through my core. Fine, I had to admit that a wicked part of me enjoyed annoying him. Damn, how the hell was I discovering so many sides of myself every time he was around?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. But it doesn’t matter. Now, stop wasting time and do what I said.”
“Or maybe I’ll invite Alec for coffee. He might ... you know ... talk. About us.”
“Don’t be stupid, Livia. There are only a few hours until the biggest event of your life. Don’t ruin it and throw your career in the trash bin for a stupid game.”
“I can do whatever I want, Bryce. If I want to flirt with someone, I can. And you shouldn’t care about it.“
“But I care because you’re mine!” he hissed, and given the low note his voice took, I knew I had pushed a chord there. “I mean, you’re my figure skater.”
“Your figure skater. That’s all I am, right?”
He let out an exasperated sigh that triggered me even more. I knew it wasn’t the right moment for this, that I should calm down and wait until tomorrow, but fuck it. I felt like I was going to choke if I continued to hold back the words I was dying to say aloud.
“That’s not true, Livia, but...”
“But what, Bryce?” I said, gliding right in front of him. “What am I to you, then? A fucktoy? Someone you like to fuck and nothing more? Because that’s how I feel right now, and it hurts like hell. So, if that’s all I am to you, then fine, but you have no right to tell me who I can flirt with.”
“Livia...” He groaned and pressed his palms on my shoulders. “This is not the right time for...”
“I love you, Bryce,” I cut him off before I could stop myself. “I love you, and I fucking want you, and I don’t care if anyone knows about us or not. But if you don’t want me, at least tell me the truth.”
He froze. Great, he was now shocked and ready to run the hell away because he realized I was a problem. I was the stupid one who fell in love with him when he only wanted to fuck. So now, because of my big mouth, not only was I going to lose my coach right before the Women’s Singles, but also my lover.
“You love me...” he whispered, breaking the silence after a few moments.
I avoided his gaze as I murmured, “I do.” I couldn’t bear seeing the coldness that might appear in his eyes.
Electricity zig-zagged through me as he yanked me closer with a rough gesture and crushed his lips to mine. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively hugged his neck while deepening the kiss. If this was the last time I might feel his lips on mine, I wanted to savor every inch of them.
He cupped my face in his palms, making me look at him when we broke apart for air. His eyes pierced into mine, and instead of the coldness I was afraid I would see in them, I could distinguish only tenderness and adoration.
And love.
Bryce swallowed hard, and for the first time, he seemed to be unable to find his words. In the end, as he spoke, his voice was low and carried a note of fear.
“I love you too, Livia. I fell in love with you when we met, but this is too dangerous. Maybe after I retire, we can...”
He did?
“I don’t care, and you don’t have to retire,” I insisted. “I love you. I want to be with you. I want you!”
I threw myself at him, kissing him with abandon, allowing my body to do the talking. I felt his cock stretching his pants as I squirmed against him, and bolts of electricity tingled beneath my skin as he freely roamed his hands all over me.
“I want you!” I repeated.
He cupped my ass, the possessiveness with which he groped me sending shots of arousal to every corner of my being.
“You’re mine,” he breathed against my lips.
“I’m yours, and you’re mine,” I murmured before kissing him again.
Bryce spun me toward the rink boards. Bending me over them, he impatiently pulled down my leggings and panties. I was so drunk with excitement that I didn’t even realize when he unfastened his clothes and guided himself to my entrance. He loved me! He was mine! And all I could focus on was how much I craved him.
Maybe we should have spared a thought about someone walking in on us, but fuck if I cared. All I could think about was that this hot-as-sin man was mine! Only mine! If anything, the risk only electrified me even more.
“Oh, yes!” I moaned as he nestled inside my pussy.
Bryce didn’t waste a moment before starting to fuck me like a possessed beast. Damn, someone his age wasn’t supposed to be so strong, and yet here he was, jostling me over the boards while he hammered into my pussy.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
An inferno of pleasure ignited within my core with each new mind-shattering thrust. God, anyone could walk into this area and see us. Yet, I didn’t care, and at this moment, he didn’t either. If anything, it only made the forbidden moment even more exciting.
“Fuck!” I yelped as he tugged at my hair, making me arch like a bow.
Using my strands to balance himself while fucking me into next week, he growled, “Mine,” the possessiveness in his voice adding more embers to the scorching wildfire within me.
“Yours,” I moaned.
Pushing back, I mirrored his movements, taking him as deep as possible inside my pussy. My mind spun with each penetration, and his massive cock pinged my G-spot over and over again, unleashing glimmers of euphoria inside me.
“You’re only mine. Say it,” he ordered me, and the authority with which he spoke sent me twirling right into my orgasm.
I screamed his name, no longer caring if anyone could hear us. The mix of unintelligible, animalistic cries of joy that left my mouth was supposed to be “Yours! Yes! Only yours!” but I wasn’t sure he understood them.
Sonic waves of pleasure shook my entire being, and as I clamped hard on his cock, he growled and filled me up. I closed my eyes, savoring the sticky hotness that claimed me, rendering me breathless and more pleased than I’d ever been in my entire life.
He’s mine. He loves me and wants me!
I had no idea how long we stayed like that, with him leaning on top of me and squeezing me in his embrace. I felt him softening inside my pussy, and I moaned with each new pulsation that reverberated through me.
“Livia,” he whispered, nuzzling me.
Bryce pulled out slowly and fixed our clothes. I didn’t move, still half-lost in the blissful haze he had thrown me into. I purred as I felt him dragging me into his arms and making both of us drop down on the ice.
He leaned against the boards and cuddled me into his embrace. With my eyes closed, I savored the soft touch of his lips as he peppered kisses on my hair.
“Did you really mean it?” I asked softly, feeling the need to hear it again. Needing the assurance that this wasn’t a dream or a lie. “Do you love me? And do you want to be with me?”
“Yes,” he said, hugging me tighter. “I didn’t lie when I told you I loved you from the second I met you. I didn’t want it because I knew it could fuck up your career, and I hoped it was only physical attraction. That’s why I accepted your invitation that day, in the shower. I hoped fucking you would clear my mind. But I only wanted you more, and even if I tried to push you away ... I couldn’t. I love you.”
I covered his palm with mine and nestled myself into him as much as I could.
“We’ll find a way. Maybe we’ll keep it a secret for a while, and in the future...”
“Just a few more days. The Women’s Singles are tomorrow, and next week is the final gala. After the Olympics, I’m retiring, Livia. Of course, I’ll continue helping you with your training, but I’m no longer going to be your official coach. Then, we can make our relationship public.”
“But I don’t want you to retire,” I said, caressing his face. “I don’t want to mess up your career.”
The scruffiness of his beard sent tingles up my arm, and I smiled as he kissed my palm.
“You’re not ruining anything. I actually wanted to retire after Brianna decided she was no longer competing. But after Alina told me about you, I decided that I could wait a few more months. And then, after I met you ... God, I never felt such a strong desire to have someone as mine.”
“Still ... maybe you can continue working as a coach. I mean, you like this.”
“I like it, and I loved working with so many skaters. Especially with you, little slut,” he said, giving me a playful nuzzle. “But retirement is something I’ve thought about for a while, even when working with Brianna. I want to enjoy my freedom. And now I have someone to enjoy it with, too.”
I smiled as he gave me a soft kiss.
“So, after the Olympics, I can scream to the entire world that I’m yours and you’re mine?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, trailing his fingers through my hair. “Well, only after I’ll scream how fucking lucky I am to have you as mine. But first, you have a gold medal to win, little slut.”