Melting the Ice

by Jaci Burton

  He laid his hand on the back of her head, giving her direction as she took him fully inside. And then she squeezed the base of his shaft with her hand, massaged his balls, and released his cock, mapping every vein and ridge with her tongue.

  Christ.

  When she worked the head with that amazing tongue of hers, lapping him up like she was going after her favorite chocolate marshmallow swirl ice cream cone, his legs trembled. He grabbed the net for support and grabbed a handful of her hair.

  "Babe, that's going to make me come. Hard."

  She tilted her head back and gifted him with the sexiest smile. "Tell me how you want it. Take control."

  The best words a woman could ever give a man.

  "Open."

  She opened her mouth and he guided his cock between her lips, sliding it over her tongue. Between the cold around them and the heat of her mouth, he was about to explode.

  "Now close your lips around me while I fuck your mouth."

  Her lips compressed, and he tilted his hips forward, sliding his shaft in, then drawing it out, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked him in.

  Steam rose up on his body as sweat dripped down his face and neck while he pumped between Carolina's full lips.

  He gripped the back of her head, then slid back and forth, his balls tightening as he fought the urge to come. Watching her take him in, giving in to him as he forced his cock into her mouth, easing it all the way back until he felt the tip hit her throat, was about the best damned thing he'd ever felt.

  He knew she was uncomfortable, knew that ice had to be cold on her knees. But she wasn't complaining, just stared up at him, her sea-blue eyes giving him everything as he continued to thrust back and forth until his legs shook, until his orgasm had built up and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.

  "I'm going to come, Lina. I'm going to shoot my come into your mouth."

  Her only response was a hum of acceptance, her gaze still focused on his face.

  "Oh, yeah," he said, then pressed forward, shouting out as he jettisoned his orgasm deeply into her throat. She held on to his hips, taking him deep as he came. He grasped a handful of her hair as his climax shattered him, emptied him, leaving him shaking.

  He pulled Carolina up off the ice and dragged her into his arms, something solid to hold on to while he recovered. She wrapped her arms around him, her body trembling.

  She had to be freezing. He led her off the ice and into the locker room, grabbing a blanket to wrap around her.

  "You're the one not wearing any clothes. You have to be cold."

  He gave her a smile. "I'm sweating. You nearly blew the top of my head off."

  She laughed. "Good. I enjoyed it. It turned me on."

  She was an amazing woman. He threaded his fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp where he'd grabbed her hair so roughly. "Did I hurt you?"

  "No. I told you. I liked it."

  He let his hand drift down over her shoulder and arm, resting it on her hip. Touching any part of her body was always a turn-on for him. His cock twitched to life again, which surprised the hell out of him considering that she'd absolutely wrecked him not that long ago. "Yeah? So when you're watching my games, you're thinking about sex on the ice rink, huh?"

  "Not particularly. Just sex with you. Location never matters much to me."

  "Good to know. He reached for the button on her jeans. "Ever thought about the locker room?"

  She looked around. "No. But it's an interesting idea."

  He dropped down to his knees and pulled her boots off, then reached for her jeans, tugging them over her hips. "It would be a new experience for me, too."

  Left in her panties, kneesocks, and a clingy top that covered her hips, she straddled the bench in front of his locker.

  "You are just about the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

  The look she gave him sizzled his nerve endings. "You say all the right things."

  He pulled one of her legs over so she was facing him, then spread her legs. "I only say what's true, Lina. Now hold on to the bench while I take your panties off."

  Carolina lifted her hips while Drew removed her underwear.

  "Your knees are red," he said, kissing each one before smoothing his hands over her thighs. "Do they hurt?"

  "They're fine." She'd been so tuned in to him on the ice she hadn't noticed the cold. Her gaze had been riveted on his face, the tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes narrowed when she'd sucked him in deep. Even now, remembering the way he'd arched his back as he filled her mouth, her clit quivered, her pussy aching to be filled.

  Everything about Drew was a lesson in art, especially sexually. The two were intrinsically tied together. He was so honest sexually, and he loved exploring and pushing boundaries. He had no hang-ups that she was aware of, and being with him was so refreshing. Every time she was with him, she didn't know what was going to happen.

  Like now, as he spread her legs and put his mouth on her sex. Here, in the locker room. She knew they were alone, but the thought of someone coming in, of being caught, added an element of danger, just as it had when she'd sucked his cock on the ice.

  She arched into him as he rolled her clit with his tongue, then added his fingers to increase her pleasure.

  She was already on the edge, so ready to come, especially in this danger zone. And yet, she resisted, mesmerized by Drew's dark head between her legs, his broad shoulders, and his oh-so-magical tongue doing incredible things to her. She gripped the bench and spread her legs wider, giving him better access, hoping beyond hope that he'd continue to do . . .

  "Yes, right there. Don't stop, Drew. That's going to make me come."

  And he did. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it as she yelled out with her orgasm, all that pent-up energy releasing when she came. Drew grabbed a condom, sheathed himself and sat on the bench, pulling her on top of him while she was still spasming with aftereffects of her amazing orgasm.

  She sat on his lap, sliding down over his shaft, every glorious inch of him filling her. Sensations were heightened from her climax, rippling through every nerve ending as Drew grasped her hips and thrust, burying himself deep.

  She pulled off her top and unhooked her bra, giving Drew access to her breasts. When she leaned forward and slid her nipple between his lips, he sucked, and she thought she might die from the extreme sensation shooting straight to her pussy.

  He cupped her breasts and fed from her nipple, sucking it deep, then moved to the other breast, kneading it and flicking the nipple with his tongue.

  She moaned, sliding her fingers in his hair. "I really like that."

  He popped the nipple out of his mouth and looked up at her. "I know you do. I can feel your pussy gripping me when I suck your nipples."

  She dug her knees firmly to his hips and rode him, lifting and then dropping down on his cock, rubbing her clit against him so she'd go off again.

  Drew cradled her face in his hands and kissed her, making her dizzy with the way his lips brushed against hers, softly at first, then deeper, a sensuous dance of tongues and lips that never failed to take her to emotional depths that turned her world upside down.

  She pulled back and lifted, watching as his cock pulled partway out. She eased down over him again, taking him all the way in, teasing both of them until she thought she might explode.

  She was close. Oh, so close.

  "Take us both there, Lina," he said, holding tight to her while she rocked back and forth, getting the friction she needed.

  She gripped his shoulders, rolling her hips over him, quickening her pace.

  "I'm there," she said. "I'm going to come."

  She let go, digging her nails into him as her orgasm washed over her, taking both of them as Drew let out a guttural groan. She ground against him as she shuddered out her release, holding his gaze as they both went over at the same time.

  It was intense, shattering, and left her breathless, as it always did when she connected this way with
Drew.

  And when it was over, both of them heaving breaths and gasping for air, he still held her gaze, sweeping her hair away from her face.

  "Carolina," was all he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.

  She bent forward and kissed him, then climbed off and went into the bathroom to clean up. He followed, then they got dressed and went back out on the ice to retrieve their things. She packed her camera into the bag she'd brought, then turned to Drew and smiled.

  "Thank you for tonight."

  He grinned at her. "Which part? And I should be thanking you. From now on, every time I'm on the ice, or at my locker, I'll be thinking about you. About us."

  She couldn't help but smile about that.

  TWENTY-TWO

  THEY WERE TIED THREE TO THREE WITH PITTSBURGH in the third period. On home ice, this was a critical game.

  So when Trick passed the puck to Sayers and he took a shot that sliced in past Pittsburgh's goalie, the Garden lit up like crazy. Drew skated over and celebrated with the guys, then they concentrated on helping out the defense by keeping the puck away from Pittsburgh while the clock ticked down.

  Not an easy task, because their forwards were formidable, but they managed to hold on and win.

  They'd lost two on the road, but they'd won two at home, so at least they were still managing to kick butt on home ice.

  As Drew made his way to the locker room, he couldn't help the grin as he looked down at his bench, remembering the hot night he'd spent here with Carolina last week.

  And again, he missed her. She was back to being busy as hell, and he'd been on the road and came home to play two games this week.

  "Good game, man," Trick said, slapping him on the back as he walked by.

  "Back at ya."

  "Yeah, we're good here. We've figured out how to master the home games so far. But we suck on the road."

  Trick was right about that. They were in trouble on the road so far this season, and none of them had a handle on what was going wrong with their road games.

  "We'll figure it out, Trick."

  His friend nodded. "Sure. We will."

  They had to stay upbeat and Drew felt it was his responsibility to keep his team morale positive. Even the coach was baffled by their lack of road wins so far, but the coach had said the same thing Drew had just said to Trick.

  They would figure it out.

  And when they did, they'd fix it.

  Drew showered and got dressed, then packed up his bag.

  "Hey, Drew."

  He looked up as one of the assistant coaches called his name. "Yeah?"

  "Some guy waiting outside the locker room for you. Claims he's a good friend. Name Trevor Shay mean anything to you?"

  Drew grinned. "Yeah, it does. He's one of my college roommates, Leon. Tell him I'll be right out."

  "Okay."

  Drew finished putting all his gear away, then headed out the door. Trevor was leaning against the wall, talking to some of the other guys, who Drew was sure recognized Trevor.

  Hell, everyone recognized Trevor Shay, since he was one of the few guys in sports who straddled the line between football and baseball. Or at least one of the few guys who'd tried it and was successful at it.

  Trevor spotted him, pushed off the wall and came over to Drew. They shook hands. "Managed to pull that one out, didn't you?"

  "I didn't know you were here. I could have gotten you a suite."

  "Dude. I wanted front row on the boards, where all the action was. Good game."

  "Thanks. What are you doing in town?" Drew asked as they headed toward the exit.

  "I'm here for meetings with some PR people for advertising shit. Saw you had a game so I got my press people to get me a ticket. Are you busy?"

  "No. But I'm hungry. Have you eaten yet?"

  "No. Let's go get a big fucking steak."

  Drew grinned. "Man, I'm glad you're here."

  They took a taxi to the restaurant, ordered beers and their steaks, and settled in for what Drew knew was going to be a long rest of the night. Once he and Trevor got to talking, they'd never stop.

  "So tell me what's been going on? It's been awhile since I've seen you."

  "Football ended, baseball's gearing up. The usual shit." Trevor took a long pull of his beer.

  "I don't know how you do it. Don't you want time off?"

  "Why? What else have I got to do with my time?"

  "I don't know. Take a vacation? Relax. Maybe grab a woman and get married and pop out a couple of kids?"

  Trevor laughed. "Oh, right. Like I see you all domesticated with a wife, a couple rugrats, and a dog."

  "Okay, maybe not, but at least if that's what I wanted, I'd have the time to do it. Football and baseball seasons overlap. Hell, how do you even find the time to get laid?"

  Trevor leveled a smug smile at him. "Oh, there's plenty of time for that."

  With Trevor's popularity, Drew didn't doubt women lined up just to climb into his bed. He shook his head. "Still, why not just pick one sport and stick to it?"

  "If I only had a dollar for every time I've been asked that question."

  Drew smiled. "Sorry, man. You're right. Not my business. I guess I'm just curious. And maybe a little jealous."

  "No, it's okay. You're a friend, so it's different. I don't really have an answer for you, though, other than the reason I play both is because I love them both. It's pretty simple."

  "Still, focusing on one would make you better at it, don't you think?"

  "No. I think I'm pretty damn good at both of them."

  Drew laughed. "Still as humble and modest as ever, aren't you?"

  "You know it." Trevor grinned and tipped his beer toward Drew.

  "Have you heard anything new about Bill Briscoe?"

  Trevor's smile faded. "No. He's still at MD Anderson in Houston. I talked to Ginger last week and she said he's hanging in there."

  Drew nodded. "I was down there about a month ago to see him, but there was no change. I was hoping . . ."

  "Yeah, we all are, man."

  "Have you seen Haven?"

  "I saw her last time I stopped in to see Bill."

  "How's she handling all this?"

  "It's her dad, you know? But she's tough, and she's trying to hold it together for Bill. But I can tell this is tearing her up. Not that she'll talk to me about it."

  Drew shook his head. Bill and Ginger Briscoe had been their dorm parents in college. Bill had been their rock, their shoulder to lean on, and the one person Drew had relied on to get him through the rough patches. To see him slowly fading away was so hard. He took a deep breath. "I hate losing him."

  "Me, too. But there's nothing more any of us can do for him. This liver cancer is going to take him from us, and we can't stop it."

  They both went silent for a few minutes, no doubt Trevor as lost in thought about Bill as Drew was.

  "So tell me about you," Trevor said, obviously looking for a change of subject. "What have you been up to, other than scoring your ass off? I've caught a few of your games on TV. Impressive."

  "Yeah, the home games. We're shit on the road so far this season."

  "That happens sometimes. Road games are tough. It's still early in the season, though, so don't be so hard on yourself. You're working the kinks out. You pulled in some new players, and it takes awhile for the new guys to mesh in with the seasoned ones."

  "You should be a coach."

  "I'm better as a player. All these impressive skills of mine, you know."

  Drew rolled his eyes. "Uh-huh. Plus, all the women you attract." Drew got his fair share of women's attention, but even here at the restaurant, Trevor was recognized. Not just by the women, either. Any guy who played dual sports, especially if he did it well, became an instant celebrity.

  Throughout their meal they were watched. Drew was used to it, mainly in New York where he was recognized. But tonight, there were even more people taking pictures with their camera phones. He knew it was because Trevor was
there with him.

  "So, any special woman--or maybe women--in your life?" Trevor asked.

  Sufficiently full after downing his steak, Drew pushed his plate to the side and took a couple of swallows from his glass of water. "I've been seeing Carolina Preston."

  Trevor's eyes widened. "Gray's little sister? No shit. When did that happen?"

  "A few months ago. She's launching her own fashion line and wants me to model for it."

  Trevor snorted. "You're going to model clothes? I can't see that."

  "Hey, I can walk in a straight line. And it's just once. I'm doing it as a favor."

  "Good luck with that."

  "Gray's doing it, too."

  Trevor laughed. "I'm going to have to come and watch the two of you. Maybe heckle from the audience."

  "Yeah, Carolina would just love that."

  "So . . . you and Carolina. Is it serious?"

  "I don't know. I've never gotten serious with anyone before. She's pretty focused on launching this line of clothes. And I've got the season to concentrate on."

  "Which means it's just sex for both of you. Right?"

  Drew disagreed, but he wasn't about to dissect his relationship with Trevor, who didn't really know Carolina all that well.

  "I don't know. Maybe."

  "How does Gray feel about that? Or does he even know you two are seeing each other?"

  "Oh, he knows. I spent Christmas at the Preston Ranch with the family."

  "Bet that was fun. You two sneaking around trying to cop a feel of each other. Oh, and her dad's the vice president now, so you had to avoid the Secret Service, too. That must have been a fucking nightmare."

  "The Secret Service followed her dad. They mostly stayed out of our business."

  Trevor took a drink of his beer and studied him. "So what aren't you telling me? Something happened while you were there, didn't it?"

  "Gray walked into my room one morning, and Carolina was in my bed."

  Trevor grinned. "Bet that was awkward."

  "Understatement."

  "And he didn't know about you and Carolina before that, did he?"

  "No."

  "He must have been pissed to find out that way."

  "Just a little. But I talked to him. I mean she's not a kid anymore. She can make her own choices about who she sees."

  "Yeah, but he knows your rep with women. You have one walking in the door while another is walking out."

  "That sounds a lot more like your rep."