Chapter 58
~Hudson~
I’ve never wanted a dinner with my family to be over so badly in my whole life. Everyone’s in good spirits, buzzing from Riley’s incredible skate and her first-place standing, but my mind keeps returning to the look in her eyes when she invited me to go up to her room with her after dinner.
I know this is a big deal for her. Usually, she has a routine that she strictly follows during competitions, but she’s willing to step outside that comfortable familiarity for me. For us. Of all the steps we’ve taken together to get to this point, this one feels like the biggest.
If we can ever get away from my family.
I love them, but right now, they’re the worst cockblocks in the world.
Finally, after my dad finishes one more story about cows getting stuck in the snow, a subject which I honestly have no idea how we got onto, my mom lifts her glass.
“I’m sure Riley needs her rest for tomorrow, so we’ll say one more congratulations and good luck. We’re so proud of you.”
She raises her glass in a toast that everyone follows, and Riley gives her a shaky smile before taking a sip of her sparkling water.
Has she ever heard those words from her own mother at a competition?
It still astounds me that she’s made it so far on her own, but she never has to worry about that again.
Even if no one else is there, I’ll always be in the crowd, chanting her name.
We say goodnight before finally, finally, heading upstairs to her room. My thumb strokes over the back of her hand in the elevator, the weight of her hand in mine warm and gentle and perfect.
When we get to her room, however, Riley makes it clear that ‘gentle’ is the last thing on her mind.
We’re barely through the door when she jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, and it’s all I can do to grab her ass and hold her in place before we both fall over.
“Okay, you need to warn me before you…”
I don’t even get the rest of the sentence out before her mouth is on mine, her kiss hungrier than it’s ever been, and my need for her flares in response. Blood rushes to my cock, weakening my knees, and again, I come perilously close to dropping her.
To make sure I don’t, I press her against the wall, pushing her into it to help us both keep our balance as my tongue plunges into her mouth.
Fuck, she tastes good. She’s wearing a hot-chocolate flavoured ChapStick I bought her for Christmas and it’s both sticky and sweet as I breathe her in, tasting her on my tongue and feeling the warmth of her pussy against my groin as my hips roll against her.
This is no slow, sweet love-making like our first night together.
We’re both frantic with need, her hands clawing at my shirt while I reach between us to unbutton her pants.
There’s only so much we can do in this position, though, so reluctantly, I put her down and we both discard our clothing in record time.
From the pocket of my jeans, I grab one of the condoms I shoved in there earlier and roll it onto my already stiff cock.
Riley steps towards me, already reaching for my neck to resume her kiss, but I have something else in mind. Watching her spiral sequence during her program today gave me an idea, and I have a feeling it’ll hit the spot for her right now too.
With my hands on her shoulders, I spin her around to face the wall, splaying her palms against the cool, flat surface while I bury my face in her neck, licking and sucking along the delicate skin there.
Riley’s sweet moan fills the air, joined by a little gasp as I slide my hands down her arms and onto her body.
One hand cups one of her breasts while the other dips between her legs, running a finger through the wetness I knew I’d find there.
The reality is even better than the expectation, and I groan with approval as her slickness coats my finger. My hips buck into her and she pushes her ass back towards me, a give and take that makes my cock jerk in anticipation.
“Please,” Riley whimpers after I tease her for a minute. “I need you inside me. I want it so badly.”
Not a man alive could resist that, and I take a step back from the wall, pulling her back with me. “Keep your hands flat. You’re going to need them for balance.”
She obeys without question, bending at the waist with her hands out in front of her while I lift one of her legs up and onto my shoulder into a near-split.
“I saw you in this position on the ice today, and my cock got so fucking hard imagining you just like this, naked and open for me.”
My hands tilt her hips up just a little more to get the angle just right before one hand reaches around to rub her clit. Riley shudders into my touch.
“Now that I’m seeing it in person, I’m going to get a fucking hard-on every day at practice.”
She tries to laugh, but there’s not enough air in her lungs. She’s panting, and when I line my cock up against her pussy, she moans again.
“Hudson, please…”
As sweet as the word is, I don’t make her beg. I don’t make her wait a second longer before pushing into her, sinking myself deep into her heat and exhaling her name like a prayer.
“Riley. Fuck, Riley.”
Nothing has ever felt as good as she does in this moment. So perfect. So right. So… mine.
Holding her hips as she steadies herself against the wall, I thrust into her again, and again. Each stroke feels better than the last. It shouldn’t be possible, but it just keeps getting fucking better.
“You know all of me,” I promise her between inhaled, panted breaths. “You’ve seen all of me. You own all of me.”
She tells me she understands what I mean when she replies, “You’ll never let me down, Hudson.”
No, I fucking won’t.
As my orgasm draws closer, I drop my hand to her clit again, rubbing in circles as my hips rotate against her, thrusting my cock as deep into her as I can. My teeth nip against the ankle over my shoulder, and Riley shudders against my body, crying out my name as she comes.
It only takes a couple more thrusts until I’m right there with her. Pleasure floods my body, both from the physical release and something deeper too, something that demands to be spoken. I didn’t say to her before Canadians, but I don’t want to put off a second longer.
“I love you, Riley.”
Breathlessly, she laughs as I gently lower her leg back to the floor and scoop her up in my arms to carry her over to the bed that we never bothered to use. After laying her down, I climb on top of her, still craving her nearness.
“You’re only saying that because I can do the splits,” she teases.
I grin back at her, but that’s not why I’m saying it. My fingertip traces her lips as her laughter fades and our gazes lock. The air around us seems to settle as I repeat my words with all my sincerity and seriousness.
“I love you, Riley.”
This time, she doesn’t laugh. In fact, she blinks quickly a couple of times, as if she’s trying not to cry.
“I love you too.”
“I know.”
Her jaw drops in mock outrage as she gives my shoulder a shove. My weight collapses fully onto her and she groans. “Get off!”
I shift, but only to tickle her into submission. Warm laughter fills the room until eventually, she succeeds in freeing herself and we roll together until we’re on our sides, facing each other.
Again, the lighthearted moment turns quiet, but nothing about it feels heavy. It’s calm and still and certain.
“When did you know?” she asks me.
“When did I know I loved you? I think the first time I met you and you played along with my story about how we met.”
Her beautiful brown eyes roll. “Doubtful, but I mean: when did you know that I love you?”
That’s a bit harder to pinpoint. “I always hoped you would, but I think I knew it for sure yesterday, when you were ready to go on the warpath for me even after I ghosted you at Canadians. You had every reason to be mad at me, but you weren’t. You were completely on my side.”
“Because I know you’re always on mine.”
My heart skips a beat as she leans forward and presses her lips to mine again. This kiss isn’t driven by hunger, but by a promise that slips inside my blood and flows straight to my heart. We’ve got each other’s backs, and we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.