Chapter Eleven Skating Lesson
JENSEN
It’s nearly midnight when the party starts to wind down.
Stacey and Owen ducked out over an hour ago, and Carson and Skyler look like they’re ready to continue whatever it was they were up to outside, so I’m sure they’re going to say goodnight any minute.
Rylee and Zander are kind of in their own little world.
He’s in a big armchair by the fire and she’s in his lap, their foreheads pressed together, murmuring to each other.
Now’s as good a time as any to execute my own, secret little plan.
Grace is in the kitchen, cleaning up some dishes—always tidying up every corner, unable to help herself. I make my way over to her and wrap my arms around her from behind.
“Hey,” I murmur in her ear. “Can you come outside with me?”
She turns her head and looks up at me with a small smile. “Why? What’re you up to?”
I smile and nuzzle her cheek. “Just come with me. You won’t regret it. I promise.”
She chuckles. “Okay, let’s go.”
I help her into her puffy coat and shrug into my captain’s jacket, my number 87 emblazoned on the sleeve beneath a big C, and then we slip out the back door. Crossing the deck, I grab the two pairs of ice skates I’d set out earlier that afternoon.
“What are those for?” Grace asks.
“For skating,” I wink at her. “Duh.”
She frowns, looking confused. “Uhhh… Jensen, I can’t skate, remember? Spent most of my life swearing off hockey players, and that rule kind of extended to the whole concept of ice skating in general.”
“Well, you broke your no-hockey player rule. Time to break your no-ice skating rule as well.” I take her hand. “It’s all right, I’m going to teach you.”
“What?” Her eyes go wide and her jaw drops, but I tug her along before she can make up an excuse to get out of this.
I lead her across the backyard, past the hot tub, and over a small hill.
On the other side is a frozen pond with benches along one side, as if set up for this very reason.
I’d noticed the pond when we first arrived and I was looking around the property, and upon inspecting it, I was pleased to find that the ice was thick and it was safe to be on.
“Jensen, I don’t know if this is such a good idea…”
“Don’t worry, it’s frozen solid,” I assure her as we approach the pond. “I wouldn’t do anything to put you in danger, right?”
I look back at her and she gulps, but nods. “Yeah… yeah, I know that.”
When we reach one of the benches, I sit her down and kneel in front of her.
“We’ll take it nice and easy,” I tell her as I remove her boots to put the skates on her. I lace them up. “Nothing fancy. Nothing fast. Just the two of us, under the full moon, enjoying a midnight skate. Sounds romantic, right?”
She smiles softly, her shoulders relaxing somewhat. “It really does.”
I finish helping her with her skates then put mine on. Taking her hands, I let her lean on me as she pushes to her feet. Her legs wobble and she grips my arms so tight that she might actually leave bruises.
“One foot in front of the other,” I murmur, easing her onto the ice with me.
“Don’t you dare let me fall,” she squeaks.
“I got ya, baby.”
“If I fall, you’re catching me,” she declares.
“If you fall, I’m going down with you. That’s love, babe.”
She grins, her blue eyes sparkling. The red of her puffy coat really enhances the color of her gaze.
We slowly make our way toward the middle of the pond and as she gets her bearings, her legs stop shaking as much and her grip on me lightens.
Still, she remains in my arms, and it feels like we’re slow dancing—snow falling around us, our bodies pressed together.
This moment feels perfect. The woman I love, my wife, is in my arms, trusting me to keep her safe as we move.
Some days I can hardly believe she’s really mine.
That we’re married and living our life together.
It feels like a dream, and there are mornings I wake up and am certain I’ll be alone in my bed, dreaming of the girl who rocked my world in Miami.
But every time, she’s right there next to me, and I love her so much I can’t imagine loving anyone or anything more.
“All right, baby,” I say softly. “Keep your feet in a V, toes out, and keep your knees loose and bent.”
She adjusts her feet, squeezing my arms tight as she keeps her balance.
“Like this?” she mutters.
“Perfect.” Warmth spreads through me along with pride. “You’re doing so well, baby. Now push off from the inner edge of one foot and glide with the other.”
I could easily stay like this, but as she gets more comfortable, she gets braver and starts to carefully push away from me until I’m holding her hands and nothing else.
“Ah!” she exclaims, breaking her gaze from her feet to smile up at me. “I’m doing it! I’m doing it!”
“Yeah you are!” I adjust my hold on her so I’m just connected with her fingers, giving her more space to balance totally on her own.
She grows bolder and more confident, her strides becoming more sure. She’s catching on so quickly, and I feel a wave of pride washing over me as I move with her. My wife is so fucking brilliant.
We continue like this, fingers locked, moving along the smooth ice as the snow continues to fall. Grace’s cheeks and the tip of her nose are red from the cold and her eyes are sparkling. She’s so beautiful in this moment that my chest aches, and when she laughs, it’s breathtaking.
I start to pull her in, unable to resist.
“What are you doing?” she asks when I wrap my arms around her waist.
I don’t answer in words. Instead, I drop my lips to hers in a teasing kiss.
She lets out a little gasp, but returns the kiss, curling her fingers into my coat and leaning into me.
Her mouth is warm and giving against mine, and she tastes like sweet wine and cranberry.
So delicious. It takes all my willpower to part from her.
“Are you ready for me to let you go?” I ask softly as I pull back from the kiss.
Her eyes go wide. “What? No! Not yet…”
She loses her focus and her balance and suddenly starts to fall.
“Grace!” I reach out to catch her and we both go crashing to the ice, though I manage to cushion her with my body.
“Ugh, ouch,” I groan, then look down at her. “You okay?”
She doesn’t respond right away, but surprises me when she starts laughing.
“I’m sorry,” she giggles. “I’m fine. How about you?”
Grinning, I wrap my arms around her and hug her. “I’m good, baby. I actually like this a little better than skating.”
I reach down and squeeze her ass, making her moan in surprise. Then, I catch her lips in a kiss. It starts slow and sweet, but quickly heats up.
Suddenly, I’m not so interested in teaching her to skate anymore.
“Why don’t we head inside.” I squeeze her ass again. “I think we can have more fun in there than out here.”
She bites her lip and nods, curling her fingers into my coat.
“I like the sound of that.”
A couple minutes later, we’re stumbling up to our bedroom, kissing and doing our best not to make so much noise that we wake anyone else up. We reach our door and I open it, ushering her inside, impatient to get her clothes off.
“Wait, I have a surprise for you,” Grace grins against my lips, pressing her hands to my chest and stopping me before I can back her all the way to the bed.
“A surprise?” Color me intrigued.
“Yeah,” she purrs. “It’s kind of funny. I had the same thought about our Christmas sucking and I wanted to make it up to you.”
“Really?” Great minds really do think alike. “What kind of surprise is it?”
“You just have to give me a minute.” She winks and slips out of my grasp before sashaying her way to the bathroom.
As soon as she shuts the door, I start ripping my clothes off until I’m only in my boxers. I don’t know what she has planned, but I don’t want to waste a single moment when she comes back. My mind is racing, wondering what she could possibly have in store for me.
About ten minutes later, I hear the bathroom doorknob twist and I scramble onto the bed, lying on my side to pose with my head in one hand and the other on my hip.
“You ready?” she asks, cracking the door open enough that I can hear her but not see her.
“I’m more than ready.”
Excitement bubbles up inside me as the bathroom door slowly swings open. Grace sticks her leg out and rubs it along the doorframe. She’s wearing a white, thigh-high stocking with a little red bow along the lacey top.
Holy fuck. Just like that, I’m hard as a rock.
When she steps into full view, my jaw drops. She’s also wearing a skimpy Mrs. Clause lingerie set, red corset top lined with white fur, shiny black panties, and a black garter belt holding up those white stockings. She even has a Santa hat on and red gloves that go up to her elbows.
Fuuuuuuuuuuck.
I’m so stunned, I let my hand drop and my head falls, thumping against the bed.
Grace giggles, putting her hands on her hips. “Like what you see?”
I push myself up and swallow before nodding. “Fuck, you’re stunning. My wife is hot as hell.”
“I thought you’d approve.” She raises her arms over her head and starts to move her hips, swinging them back and forth slowly, seductively.
I can’t take my eyes off her as she dances across the floor, putting on a show for me.
Fuck, she’s perfect, and I love her so damn much.
When I see her wedding ring glinting on her finger, I can hardly believe she’s really mine.
That she’s my wife. This amazing, gorgeous, fiercely intelligent woman is all mine.
I raise my hand and crook my finger, beckoning her toward me.
“Come here, Mrs. Clause. I want to give you my Christmas list.”
Her eyes sparkle with delight as she makes her way toward me. “Mmm, is it a long list?”
“So long.” I waggle my brows and palm my cock through my briefs. “You’ll need to check it twice.”
She reaches me and sinks to her knees, biting her lip as she gazes up at me.
“Well, let’s have a look then, shall we?” Grabbing the waistband of my briefs, she tugs them down my legs, freeing my cock. She holds my gaze as she wraps her hand around my shaft and starts to stroke me.
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss.
Chuckling, she leans forward and wraps her lips around the head, sucking me in so deep, I hit her throat.
“You have gotten so good at that.” My voice is a ragged gasp.
She bobs her head up and down my dick, licking me with her tongue and swallowing when I’m in her throat. I grab the back of her head and slowly pump into her mouth until she’s gagging.
God, that’s so hot. She holds my gaze as tears form in her eyes. Cupping her face with my free hand, I wipe at the tears with my thumb.
“I love you so much,” I murmur. She hums in response, sending a jolt of pleasure straight up my cock.
She’s going to make me cum if I’m not careful, and as much as I love finishing deep in her throat, I really want it in her sweet little pussy.
I try to pull my dick out of her mouth but she won’t let me go. Greedy girl. Smirking, I hook my thumb into her mouth and carefully work her off me. She sits back and pouts up at me, and it’s so fucking adorable I can’t help but chuckle.
“Come on, Mrs. Clause.” I grab her arms and pull her to her feet. “I want you to ride my face like I’m Rudolph.”
She laughs and pushes me back onto the bed, then climbs in after me. “Sounds like a kinky reindeer game.”
Grabbing her hips, I pull her up to my face and push her panties aside so I can drag my tongue along her hot folds.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I growl.
“Oh, Jensen, right there,” she moans, undulating against my mouth.
She tastes so sweet. One of my favorite things in the whole world is licking her like this.
Lapping at her pussy while she whimpers and writhes, completely lost to the pleasure I’m giving her.
I wrap my lips around her clit and suck and she goes wild, grinding on my face and reaching down to pull at my hair.
“I’m going to cum,” she whimpers. “Fuck, Jensen, I’m going to cum!”
I give her ass a hard slap and she cries out as she goes tumbling over the edge into her release. Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I hold her against me while she rides out her orgasm, nearly suffocating me as she presses herself tight to my face.
When she rolls off me, shivering and moaning, I sit up and move behind her, grabbing her hips and lining myself up with her dripping entrance. Gritting my teeth, I thrust into her and she arches her back, crying out in ecstasy.
“Your pussy is greedy for this cock,” I groan as I start to pound into her.
The world shrinks down to the point of our connection and all that matters is her. The feel of her. The sounds she makes. The way her body opens up so readily and accepts me without resistance.
“Harder!” She meets my thrusts, commanding me with her body as well as her words. “Fuck me harder!”
I reach forward to grab the Santa hat from her head and plop it onto mine, then I take a fistful of her hair and thrust into her without mercy.
I can feel my orgasm starting to build up inside me, but I need her to cum first. Reaching beneath her, I find her clit and rub it hard.
Within moments, she throws her head back and shrieks and her body seizes around me, squeezing my cock so hard, it almost hurts… but I fucking love it.
Another hard pump into her tight pussy and my cock explodes. The orgasm crashes through me, making me see stars and I drain myself into her.
We both collapse to the bed. I carefully pull out of her and roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as I catch my breath. I’m sweating a lot. Did I really put in that much work?
Oh, right. I’m still wearing the Santa hat.
She rolls onto her back next to me and lets out a breathy laugh.
“God, I love you.” She turns her face to me and grins. “Not a bad way to end the day.”
I chuckle, satisfaction seeping through me, relaxing me and turning my limbs to jelly.
“I have to agree, and I love you too.”
Grace rolls toward me and curls into my side, resting her head on my chest.
“The whole day was pretty fantastic,” she says, smiling. “You guys did a really good job.”
“Thanks.” I kiss her forehead. “Piece of cake, really.”
No way in hell am I going to tell her just how much of a clusterfuck it was putting our Christmas do-over together. She doesn’t need to know. None of the girls need to know. They can keep thinking we’re all masters of party planning, not even sweating the details.
“I can’t wait to see what you guys do to make up for New Years.”
Oh no. I let out a pained groan.