Chapter 42 #2
“How did it go today?”
“Hmm?”
Dean cupped my chin, tilting my face up to his. “Hello? Gala program? You know, that thing we’re both supposed to be working on?”
I rolled on top of him. “Supposed to? Do you mean you haven’t?”
He flushed. “Not really. I think I only spent an hour today on the ice.” He grinned. “I blame you.”
I blinked. “How is this my fault?”
“You tempt me, that’s how. I wake up full of good intentions, you turn those gorgeous blue eyes on me, and the next thing I know, my dick is buried in your ass.”
“That is because your dick likes being in my ass.”
He chuckled. “I suppose it told you that.”
I beamed. “Yes, it did.”
“I guess that makes sense. If condoms talk to you, then why shouldn’t my cock?”
“So you are saying we need to make love less?”
Dean gasped in mock horror. “Hell no. I’d be doing this all freaking day, but I’d need a ton of vitamins and food delivered to my door just to keep up.” His fingers traced the line of my cheek. “But you haven’t answered my question.”
My heartbeat raced. “What question?”
Apparently, I was terrible at lying.
Dean stared at me. “Luka…”
I let out a sigh. “Mila and I had some discussions today about our exhibition skate. And we have decided to make some… changes.”
“Okay. Can I help?”
I blinked again. “I was going to ask you to do that in the morning.”
“Sure. No problem.” Then he stilled. “Are we talking big changes?”
I swallowed. “Huge.”
He said nothing for a moment. At last he nodded. “I’ll help you any way I can.”
I bit back a smile. “You may regret saying that.” I kissed him, slow and tender. “So what were you doing instead of working on your skate?”
“I got talking to Noah. About you, mostly.”
I stilled. “I see.”
Dean cupped my nape. “All good. He wanted to know when I first knew how I felt about you.” He smiled. “And that got me telling him you’d barely noticed me.”
I laughed. “Is that what you thought?”
His eyes gleamed. “So you did notice me.”
“How could anyone not notice Dean Foster?”
He held my head steady, gazing into my eyes. “Wait a minute. When did I become more than just Dean Foster, skater?”
For a moment I wasn’t sure how much to reveal. Then I realized this was the one person who deserved nothing but the truth.
“I saw you at Worlds last year. You probably don’t remember me. I watched you skate, and you were…amazing. Except I kept watching you. Mila noticed.”
Dean chuckled. “I shouldn’t think there’s much that gets by her. But that still sounds like you noticing the skating, not me.”
I grinned. “I see what you want to know. The truth is, I didn’t want anyone to see the effect you had on me.
So I hid it—too well, if you thought I was unaware of you.
And suddenly, you were in Milan, and all those thoughts I’d tried to push down surged back up.
” I smiled. “And for that, I blame you.”
“Hey.” He pointed at me. “It wasn’t as if I was trying to make you notice me.”
“No?” I tilted my head. “Then perhaps you should explain something.”
His eyes narrowed in obvious suspicion. “Uh-oh.”
“Noah asked you when you first noticed me, but somehow you made it all about when I noticed you. I think you should answer Noah’s question.”
Dean groaned in a heartbeat.
My eyebrows rose. “Ah.”
“Oh, no.”
“Dean.”
He dropped his forehead against my shoulder. “We are not talking about this.”
Now I was smiling. “Oh, I think we are.”
He let out a long sigh. “Fine.”
I waited.
Dean lifted his head. “I was watching you skate.”
I blinked. “That sounds innocent when you say it like that.”
“It started innocent.”
“Dean.”
He pointed at me accusingly. “You were doing that thing.”
“What thing?”
“The impossible skating thing.”
I stared.
“You know exactly what I mean. Flying around the rink like physics was optional.” He rubbed a hand across his face. “And suddenly my brain stopped analyzing your technique and started noticing… other things.”
The smile escaped me before I could stop it.
Dean groaned. “Yeah, that.”
“You mean that was the moment you…”
“That was the moment.”
I bit my lip.
Dean looked offended by my amusement. “Do not enjoy this.”
I grinned. “I am enjoying it very much.”
“You have no idea how unsettling that realization was.”
A laugh escaped me.
Dean glared at me. “I was having a perfectly normal day.”
“You were watching me.”
“I was watching skating.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Fine.” He sighed. “I was watching you.”
“Much better.”
“Okay, your turn. You said you blame me for making all your ‘feelings’ come back. Tell me what I did to cause all that.”
I bit my lip. “You stood there in the showers.”
Dean’s breathing hitched. “You were staring at me, weren’t you?”
Heat flooded my chest and neck, rising up to my face. “I did more than stare.”
Dean’s lips parted, and he grinned. “Luka Davorin, did you jerk off thinking about me?”
I managed a nod.
He let out a soft sigh. “That is so hot. I wish I could’ve seen you.”
I laughed. “I am glad you did not.”
“But why?” Dean’s hand was gentle on my face. “Watching you make yourself come, seeing you let go… that would be sexy as fuck.” Then he became still. “Show me.”
Every coherent thought vanished.
He nodded. “I wanna watch you. Show me how you play with yourself.”
“You… you are serious.” My heart thumped.
Another nod.
“This is like one of those videos I have been watching.” The words were almost a croak.
“Take your jeans off, baby.” That raw edge to his voice went straight to my cock.
Why do I melt when he tells me what to do? Every. Single. Time. And I knew I would do it, because he wanted me to.
I climbed off him, feeling as though I was moving in slow motion. I stood next to the bed, my fingers shaking as I popped the button free on my jeans.
Dean sat up, stuffing pillows behind him, his gaze locked on me.
I shoved my jeans past my hips, then tugged them off my legs. My cock swelled beneath my briefs.
“Kneel on the bed, facing me.”
Kvrat. That raw edge again.
I got onto the foot of the bed and knelt, knees wide. I went to remove my briefs.
“No. Slip your hand inside. Play with it a bit.”
Despite my quickening heartbeat, I arched my eyebrows. “I see it now. You are considering a new career for when you retire. Dean Foster - porn director.”
That slow, sexy grin had anticipation crawling through me, lighting me up on the inside.
I slid my hand under the fabric and molded it around my already heavy cock, squeezing it.
Dean shoved his sweatpants down to his knees, revealing his bare shaft that bobbed up, hard enough to make my hole tighten at the sight of it. He cupped his balls with one hand, his fingers curled around his dick, working it with leisurely strokes.
“Now you can take ’em off.”
I managed to remove my briefs without overbalancing and falling off the bed. I flung them aside, then faced him, my cock pointing toward the ceiling. Dean licked his lips, and need barreled through me.
“Do you know how good your dick tastes?”