Chapter 30
THE FALL I DIDN’T KNOW WAS COMING
BJ
We work it so Winter drives me and picks me up from skate practice with Adele at least once a week.
It means we get a little extra time together.
And I’ve started setting an early alarm so we can have morning sex at least once a week.
We also try to have breakfast together and meet for lunch often.
Twice we’ve gone home for a little lunchtime fun, but we were almost late getting back to campus both times, so that’s off the table.
Winter is settling into university life, finding the balance between school, hockey, and friends. My parents brought her mom to visit and see her play last weekend. They won the game, and we went out for a celebratory dinner. Everything seems to be going smoothly. Well, almost everything.
Adele has on days and off days, and it’s tough to predict what version I’ll be skating with.
The closer we get to this competition, the more ice time she wants.
The last few days she’s been handling the complicated combinations, though, so that’s good.
I can’t record all the time, and when I’ve managed to do so lately, I seem to get the sessions where she’s nearly flawless, so I can’t figure out where we’re going wrong.
And when my mom comes up on the weekends, Adele’s skating has been on point.
Today is one of the days Winter is driving me in and picking me up. She has hockey practice in an hour, and I have to be at the rink in thirty minutes.
“You almost ready to roll?” I drop my bag on the floor as I scroll through the latest message from Adele. She’s been slightly better about being on time-ish lately.
“Just having a snack first, but yeah.”
I look up from my phone in time to watch her lips wrap around a banana. She’s wearing a tank, no bra, and a pair of running shorts.
“Oh fuck me,” I groan. “Come on, Snowflake. This isn’t fair. I gotta be on the ice in thirty.”
She looks down at her outfit. “I should probably find a bra and some pants, shouldn’t I?” She moves toward my bedroom.
“Where’s Quinn? And Rose?”
“Quinn went over to my place about an hour ago. I think he’s helping Lovey with an assignment. And Rose is in class.”
“So the house is empty?”
“It is.” She tips her head. “Wanna see how fast you can make me come?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” She pulls a condom out of the key pocket in her running shorts.
I nab it from her and toss it on the counter before I yank her shorts down her thighs.
She kicks them off, and I back her up against the island, wrap my hands around her waist, and lift her onto the counter.
“It’s Thursday, isn’t it?”
“One of my favorite days of the week.” Winter groans when I squeeze her ass.
I drop to my knees, and she shimmies to the edge of the counter and parts her legs. There’s no teasing, no working up to anything. I latch onto her clit and suck hard.
“Fucking Jesus, Randall. Oh my God.” She frees the tie from my hair and shoves her fingers in it, rolling her hips in time to the swirl of my tongue. It only takes a few minutes to get her close to an orgasm, but I want to be inside her when she comes, so I stop when she starts to tremble.
“Why are you stopping? I’m right there!” she cries when I stand.
“I want you to come on my cock.” I yank my shirt over my head and shove my joggers down enough to free myself from my boxers.
She makes a plaintive, frustrated sound, but wraps her warm fingers around my length, using it to pull me closer. I angle my erection down and rub the piercing over her clit.
Her eyes roll up, and she whimpers when I slide down, nudging against her entrance before I drag the head along the length of her slit. “You’re so fucking soft.”
She hooks her foot around the back of my leg, and I nudge against her entrance again. We both moan, and my eyes meet hers. I see the desperation there.
“I could go bare, just for a minute?” It’s all question and no certainty.
She bites her lip. “Just for a minute?”
I nod. “Until you come.”
“I haven’t ever before,” she whispers.
“Me neither. We don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“I don’t. I want to.” Her fingers drift along the side of my neck. “I don’t feel pressured, I mean. I never feel that way with you. And I want to feel you.”
“Me too.” Our gazes focus down as I angle the head and the piercing disappears inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she breathes.
My eyes lift to hers. “Is that a good or a bad oh fuck?”
“Good. It’s good. This is so different. I feel your piercing, oh God.” Her brow furrows as I push in another inch. “That’s just… Don’t stop, please.”
“Anything for you. You know that.”
I ease in, one slow inch at a time, eyes never leaving hers. She’s soft and warm and wet and tight and damn well perfect. I get it now—the whole idea that sex without a condom is different. Because it is, although I feel like it’s half about sensation and half about connection.
We’re both panting by the time I’m buried inside her.
She tugs me forward and claims my mouth.
I wrap her legs around my waist and run my hands up her back, under her tank.
She breaks the kiss long enough to pull her shirt over her head, and then we’re kissing again.
I rock my hips, staying deep, and Winter moans into my mouth.
Her hands are in my hair, fingers gripping the strands. Then her fingers wrap around my biceps, nails digging in. I want to move, to thrust, but I’m worried I won’t last very long. Not like this—and not long enough to make her come the way I want to.
I break the kiss so I can get a hand between us and massage her clit. She cries out and throws her head back, hips rolling. “Next time we’re alone like this, I’m going to bend you over the counter. How does that sound?”
“So fucking good,” she groans. “So close.”
Her arms tremble, and I feel it, the soft flutter—faint at first and then building. Every muscle in her body tightens and she moans my name, hips jerking as the orgasm rolls through her. Which is when I let go. I pull out until I’m at the ridge and push back in.
Winter’s eyes go wide, and her mouth drops open. “Oh my God, yes. Do that again.”
So I do. Over and over. Harder and faster at Winter’s request. And she keeps coming, and I keep pumping—until I remember I’m not wearing a condom, and I’m about three strokes away from an orgasm.
“I gotta stop. I’m gonna come.”
“So fucking come.” Her legs are locked around my waist.
“I’m bare.”
“Shit. Right.” She unhooks her feet and pushes on my chest, somehow managing the coordination to wrap her hand around my erection as I come. All over her right thigh.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I groan. My legs are wobbly, and I’m unsteady on my feet. I brace a hand on the counter. “What a mess. That was the worst, best idea I’ve ever had.”
Winter bursts out laughing. “Want to hand me a paper towel?”
I laugh and let my head drop to her shoulder, blindly reaching across the counter for the paper towel roll, or a napkin, or tissue, whatever is closest. “You have to drive me to practice. I’m too orgasm-stupid to do anything but breathe right now.” I hand her a napkin.
“My pussy is that magical, huh?”
“So damn magical.” I kiss her neck and back up so I can see her face. “I’m sorry that was close.”
“It’s not your fault. I got carried away too. And the condoms are a good additional precaution, but I just finished my period a few days ago, so I’m not ovulating. We’re safe and smart, BJ.”
“I know. Still, it was my idea.”
“I have zero regrets, although it’s going to be hard to go back to condoms all the time when I know how good it can feel.” She pulls her tank back on.
“We don’t have to. Not all the time, if you don’t want. When it’s safest, we could go without.” I tuck myself into my underwear and nab my shirt from the floor. I pick up Winter’s shorts and underwear.
“Okay. Yeah. That sounds good.” She glances at the clock on the stove. “Shit, you’re going to be a few minutes late.”
“It’s okay. Adele’s always late anyway.” I grab her hand before she can disappear into my bedroom to get dressed. “I have something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
“Do you want to wait until we’re in the Jeep? I don’t want to piss Adele off.”
“Don’t worry about Adele.”
She tips her head. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Everything is great. Better than great.” I squeeze her hand, my stomach twisting a little. “I know you’re not a huge fan of labels, but I feel like we’re beyond the just-dating phase, and I’d really like to be able to introduce you as my girlfriend, if that’s okay with you.”
She tugs at the end of her braid.
I don’t want her to feel like she has to say yes. “But it’s also okay if you’re not ready. I can wait, just know it’s on the table.”
“I’m ready for that label if you’re ready for that label.”
“Yeah?”
She smiles. “Yeah.”
I take her face between my palms and kiss her, soft and slow. “You’re my sexy girlfriend.”
She laughs. “And you’re my sexy boyfriend. But we need to get a move on if I’m going to get you to skate practice and me to hockey without both of us being late.”
“Right. Yes. We’ll celebrate later with more orgasms.”
We clean ourselves up with a wet washcloth, get dressed, and hop in the Jeep. Adele’s car is already in the lot when we arrive, so I give Winter a quick kiss. “Let’s go for dinner later. I’ll make a reservation. Just something low-key.”
“Skinny-jeans low-key?” she asks.
“Yeah. I love you in skinny jeans. See you soon.” I hop out so she can get to hockey practice on time.
I’m in a pretty damn good mood, so not even Adele’s irritation over my being late—for the first time ever—can dampen my mood.
Unfortunately, my being late, coupled with my good mood, seems to be throwing Adele off.
She struggles, and after three hours on the ice, she’s still not finding her groove.
Winter will be here soon, and we haven’t made it through the routine once today without a mistake.
“Can we go through it one more time?” Adele asks.