As I get the final skate all tied up I look over to find Jaxon’s already done. He’s just watching me with a smile on his face.
“What?” I ask.
“You just look so beautiful, so feminine in skates, but you always look perfect so it’s no surprise.” He pauses. “Ready?”
I nod.
He stands first and I’m surprised at how good his balance is.
He holds out his hand and I reach for it, hearing a few heavy exhales from the peanut gallery.
I slowly make my way from the rubber mat thing where we got prepared, and onto the ice.
“I’ve always wanted to go ice skating,” I say.
“I know.”
“You know?”
“I remember asking your dad at your eighteenth birthday party what your ultimate gift would be. He said this was one of them.”
“So that’s why you brought me here?”
He nods.
Jaxon’s already amazing in every way, but when you add in that he’s a good listener…wow. Talk about every woman’s dream.
We slowly make our way around the outside of the rink, going super slow. I notice there are a few really small kids with their moms and sometimes both parents.
One little girl looks up at me and smiles. I wave at her and she waves back.
I feel goose bumps from the interaction and it’s hard not to want one of those bundles of cuteness for myself.
Jaxon keeps my left hand in his right, as he skates closer towards the inner part of the rink. I like how he’s protecting me but not drawing attention to it. If I feel wobbly or unbalanced, technically I could reach for the outer wall, but he’s always there to steady me too…and he’s not going to let anyone bump into me or get in the way of all the fun I’m having.
Suddenly a man comes flying around from behind and almost runs over a child. As he approaches another he just widens his stance and skates right over the top of the poor little kid. The kid was literally between his legs. What kind of jerk does that, especially at such high speeds?
I look up at Jaxon’s face and see his eyes have narrowed and his nostrils are flaring.
Good. I’m not the only one who feels this way.
As the man comes back around for another loop Jaxon yells, “Slow down!”
“Fuck you, grandpa!” the guy yells, giving us the finger as he speeds by. He’s younger than I thought.
I feel Jaxon’s grip on my hand tighten and his arm extend a bit as he puts a bit of distance between us, but still holds onto my hand.
“Widen your stance just a bit and stay calm. You won’t feel a thing,” he says.
What is he…?
I see the young guy flying back around and I do as Jaxon said.
Just as he approaches he flips us the bird again, but Jaxon drops one skate back and hip checks him so hard, and at a strange angle, that it sends him flying into the wall without harming me or anyone around us.
The guy is a mess. He looks beyond dazed, and I can only imagine if instead it was one of the children out here that he ran into.
“How did you do that?” I ask.
“Ten years of ice hockey as a kid. Needless to say, I was the enforcer.”
“I see,” I say, smiling as I move back in closer to him. He wraps my arm around him as he pulls me in tight.
“You need to leave, sir,” I hear a quote unquote security guard say from the other side of the rink to the guy who’s still trying to collect himself. Better late than never I guess, but when it comes to this protective cop he doesn’t seem to have a habit of waiting for things to happen or for backup to show up.
He makes things happen and he rights wrongs, without any need for a thanks or acknowledgement.
We skate around for another hour or so, I’m not really sure as we lose track of time, but the skating rink clears as they need to do some quick maintenance between sessions and I think I heard the guy say that would happen in an hour when we first arrived.
Time is flying and it would be fun to stay but since the rink is taking a break I guess it’s best to go.
We let everyone else clear out and then we start to move towards the exit.
“I think I’ve got the hang of this,” I say.
I try and take off quickly with his hand in mine, but my skate catches and I go tumbling.
He never loses contact with my hand, but my body still goes down…softly and gradually thanks to him, but as I go to the ice my skate catches his and he pretends to lose his balance a bit and “falls” right over the top of me. I think it’s mostly for show, as he’s a great skater, but it is funny.
And now he’s right over the top of me.
I notice everyone watching as we’re the only ones in the middle of the entire rink, but then the rest of the world just fades away as I get lost in his eyes.
He reaches a hand toward my face and places it on my cheek as he leans in closer, his lips coming to just a hair's breadth away.
I can feel the heat from his skin on mine and my entire body is on fire.
And slowly and softly his lips find mine in a scene that could be on the front of our Christmas cards for years.
The coolness of the air, the taste of his lips on mine, this perfect moment. I wish I could bottle it up in one of those snow globes and have the ability to recreate it anytime of year.
As his lips slowly pull from mine I feel energized like never before.
“We better go,” he says softly.
“Yeah we don’t want to get in trouble.”
“I don’t want to get in trouble with myself,” he says.
“What?”
“That only made me hungrier for you and if I don’t stop now it will be impossible not to take you right here in the middle of this rink.”
I see the intensity in his eyes. I would think he’s exaggerating for the sake of romance and making me feel beautiful…if I only heard the words and this was anyone other than him. But he’s dead serious.
“And I’d never let anyone else see your body. It belongs to me.”
My lips open slightly and Jaxon stands, helping me to my feet as he pulls my body in close.
We skate away towards the exit point and I see all the women staring at me again.
But this time, as we take off our skates, a few moms and grandmas come over and thank him for what he did earlier.
I feel a bit of jealousy from all the female attention again, but as he’s approached relentlessly he always keeps one hand on my knee or wrapped around me, letting everyone know he’s here with me and he’s leaving with me too.
“That was fun,” I say.
“Good, because we’re just getting started,” he says.
“There’s more?”
“There’s always more when it comes to you. I’ll never get enough of you…never tire of staring into the depths of those beautiful blue eyes of yours and feeling your hand in mine.”
I smile, feeling a warmth wash over me.
We leave the rink and walk just a short distance to another of those small, wooden outdoor shack type things they set up at Christmas sometimes. But this one is free standing and they’re selling hot chocolate and spiced wine.
We grab a cup of hot chocolate and have a seat on a park bench.
We talk and tease and kiss some more.
The chocolate seems to disappear fast, partly because it’s delicious and partly because we take turns putting the foam on a finger and then dabbing it on each other’s noses.
We agree it’s time for a spiced wine right after. Fortunately they serve a non-alcoholic version for those under twenty-one.
It’s warm and we get a free paper plate of raisins to go with it. Apparently they slow cook it all day, and I don’t know if that’s the secret but whatever they’re doing is working. It’s absolutely delicious, and I quickly feel loopier than I already was. I have to remind myself that mine doesn’t even have alcohol in it. I’m literally just becoming intoxicated by being in his presence.
/> After we finish off our wine we leave the area. Jaxon keeps my hand in his and kisses me repeatedly. My chest swells with pride knowing how much he likes showing me off in public and how possessive he is when he does, which is becoming non-stop at the moment.
And speaking of stopping, I don’t want this day to ever end.
“I’ve had a drink so I can’t drive,” he says.
I’m impressed, knowing that at his size one drink over an hour ago isn’t going to put him anywhere near the limit, but still…he’s a man of morals and I know he wouldn’t ever want to put anyone else in danger by getting behind the wheel even slightly impaired.
“We can call a cab,” I say.
“There’s a hotel just a block up,” he says. “They have a hot tub.”
“I didn’t bring a suit,” I say, a bit surprised at how quickly I’m willing to just jump in. But then again I’m not. This has been building since my birthday party, if immediate, primal attraction really needs to build that is.
“It’s in the room, so you don’t need a suit,” he says.
I don’t say anything, just keep my eyes trained on him as I process his words and visualize the sight of his body on full display for me.
He leans in, kisses me hard, and then starts walking.
He doesn’t have to tell me where we’re going because I already know.
CHAPTER 8
Jaxon
I could feel the possessiveness inside of me rearing up like a caged animal each step closer we got to the hotel. It was time to let it loose and claim what was mine.
Thoughts of her had been consuming me since her birthday party, and now, after speaking to her and having a romantic date, I had to consume her.
She was perfect in every way…beautiful, intelligent, driven, and innocent.
Oh was she ever innocent, and I was going to take that from her and make it mine and only mine.
Just as we approach the hotel a little old lady steps right out in front of us.
I’m so focused on getting inside and getting up to that room that I’m annoyed by her presence, even though she’s clearly harmless.
“Excuse me,” she says. “I just want to tell you I saw you two at the skating rink earlier and now I see you again. I just can’t help but say you are the most lovely husband and wife I’ve ever seen.”
My anger quickly turns into a slow-building smile, and it only increases when I feel a light elbow from Jade in my ribs.
“Thank you, ma’am,” I say.
“Thank you for brightening my day. I hope you two stay this in love for all your years,” she says, and just like that she’s gone.
We walk up to the hotel and I feel Jade’s face burrow into my arm as she giggles.
“Does she know something we don’t?” she says.
“Nothing I don’t. She’s just speeding up the timeline a little, that’s all,” I say.
It was a strong statement but it was true.
She would be my wife, and soon.
I’m a man who knows what he wants and what I want is her.
Am I intense? Borderline crazy?
When it comes to her…hell yes I am, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
Now it was time to lose myself with her…to show her just how unhinged she makes me.
My dick is harder than the metal blades on the skates we just had on, the pain in my balls just as sharp.
I was so hard I felt like I was going to explode right there in the lobby as I reserved the presidential suite…the one with the best hot tub.
“And we’ll take a bottle of your best champagne too,” I say.
“Are you celebrating something, sir?” the receptionist asks.
“The one. I’m celebrating the one,” I say as I look over at my woman and squeeze her hand tight.
I waive off the guy wanting to escort us to our room. I don’t have time for it.
I need to start now.
The second the elevator door closes I kiss her hard, pulling back knowing she can see the hunger on my face.
And I see the same hunger on hers.
“Once we go in that room, there’s no going back,” I say, my grip on her face unrelenting, not wanting to let her go even if she wants to.
“I know,” she says.
“You’ve got a few more floors to know for sure, to decide if you want to turn back. Because once I start there won’t be any way you can change your mind. I’ll be too lost in what you do to me and I’ll take you, and claim you, like I’ve needed to do since your eighteenth birthday.”
She nods.
“Tell me you feel the same.”
“I do,” she says quickly.
“Say it. Say it all. I want to hear it come from your lips,”
“I want you. I need you. I want to go in that room a girl and come out a woman, because of you and all the things you’re going to do to me.”
“What am I going to do to you exactly?” I growl.
“Claim me. Be my first. My one and only. Take my innocence because you’re the only one I’d ever give it to…the only one who deserves it…and the one I’ve been saving it for all along, even when I didn’t even know it.”
“But you know it now. You’re sure of it.”
“Absolutely positive, without a doubt.”
The elevator dings and I kiss her hard before scooping her up.
Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her toward our door, my head spinning that I practically turn the wrong way in the hallway before I realize we are in our room. This entire penthouse floor is ours. We don’t even need a key and we’re the only ones who can come up here.
My fingers curl around her waist as I pull her body even closer to mine, my rock hard erection grinding against her.
My dick throbs and my belly growls for a hunger that can only be satisfied one way.
“I can’t promise you sweet or gentle,” I say as our kisses become deeper to the point where our mouths are practically fucking each other’s. “But I can promise you something you’ll never forget. I can promise you I’m going to give you all of me, but how that comes might shock you, scare you.”
“I want you just the way you are,” she says before I hungrily take her mouth in mine again. I release her kiss and lightly bite down on her chin.
I don’t just want to take her, I want to own every inch of her soul. To taste every part of her, inside and out.
“I have to warn you of one more thing.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she says.
“It does. You have to know this now. Once I have you every possessive bone in my body will be addicted to you. I’ll not only watch you from a distance in the mall while you’re working, but all the time…because you’re mine. My whole existence, serving and protecting, will always be focused on you. You’ll come before everything else in life, even my need to eat, drink, and breathe air, because without you there will be no point in living. That’s how damn much I need you as mine, and how far I’ll go to make sure everyone knows. Fuck, I’ll shout it from the mountaintop. I’ll say it in my sleep. And if anyone ever tries to come between us I’ll honor a different kind of law…the one that binds a woman and a man forever.”
“I want that exactly,” she says. “I want your ferocity, your desire in all ways. And just so you know I was jealous out there today when those women were looking at you, plotting on how to get their hands on you. If someone ever tries to do just that I’m going to be just as possessive as you. I already am actually. I’ve just done a good job of not showing it…yet.”
“Well neither one of us is going to have to worry when I put a huge rock on your hand. Then everyone will know. A rock on one hand and your other hand in mine. That’s how we’ll go through life, forever.”
I kiss her hard as her hands take my face.
My heart rate spikes and my body has the need to move, sending her back into a wall causing a table to rattle and a vase to fall.
I backup, carrying her towards the master b
edroom and when I get there I toss her on the bed, needing to get out of my clothes as fucking fast as I can.
She lands flat on her ass and a little whimper escapes her.
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