Blocked Shot (Love on Thin Ice #1)

by Amber Lynn

  “I didn’t mean it that way. It’s stupid. I don’t think you’d rape me. I mean, if you wanted to have sex there’d be consent on my part, so it couldn’t be rape anyway. And I’m not the kind of person who talks about that stuff with other people, so it’d just be between us. Not that you’d want to. I’m just not sure how to get around what I said.”

  She rambled on, trying to fill the car with some kind of conversation. Curtis didn’t know that for sure, but that was the kind of person she was. It surprised him that she was even able to get all those words out. For as shy as she was, there had to be a part of her that was mortified putting herself out there like that.

  “What about Nina? Would you be able to keep it from her?”

  Curtis could care less if word spread to other people. Nina was the issue. She’d always been the issue. He wasn’t sure the idea of them having sex was something legitimately playing out in Hannah’s head, but he did want to know where she stood on the issue of her friend. He thought they needed to talk before things got physical, even though that was all he could think about.

  The question took some thought, based on the time that went by without a response. By the time that Hannah thought it over, she’d pulled into the entrance of the lake. Curtis concluded the conversation would die there, but once they got a little deeper into the park surrounding the lake, Hannah spoke up.

  “If it’s important to you, yes, I’d keep it from her.”

  The response was so soft that Curtis had to strain to hear it. The tone much more in tune with Hannah’s personality.

  Curtis groaned. Hannah was supposed to be the one who made sure they didn’t do anything stupid. Not that sex between them would be stupid. It just wasn’t smart.

  “When I said I wanted to talk, I hadn’t planned on that leading to sex. I eventually hoped you’d be willing to have some fun, but I don’t want you to think that’s all I want in a relationship.”

  It was a situation that Curtis regretted having to be the grown up. He still didn’t know how to bring up the blackmail issue and whether she’d believe him. For that matter, he didn’t know if she’d care. If she wasn’t the woman he thought she was, it could be about nothing more than having a quick fling and moving on.

  “But if I requested, you’d actually be on board with sleeping with me? Is it some kind of nostalgia thing you’ve got going on? I don’t understand why out of everyone who was at the reunion, you singled me out.”

  Hannah hadn’t stopped the car, even though they’d passed a parking lot. The lake was huge, with multiple playgrounds, boat launches and places to park for hiking. They could spend a half an hour driving around, but Curtis wanted to stop and at least start explaining himself.

  “Drive down to the marina. I’ve got a boat docked there that will give us some privacy.”

  During the summer months, Curtis took the boat out for fishing trips with some of his friends. Since the season had started, he’d basically put it up for the year, but it was closer than any other home field advantage he had.

  “I thought you said we should stay where people can see us.”

  Curtis reached over and wrapped his hand around her thigh. His hand was so big that even at mid-thigh his fingers curled under her leg.

  “I said that because I’m having trouble keeping my mind on anything other than your naked body.”

  Spreading his hand out, he turned it lengthwise on her leg, then ran it down to her knee. He imagined it touching her bare skin instead of the rough fabric of her jeans. All of the blood in his body seemed to rush between his legs, making things a bit uncomfortable. To relieve a little of the pain, Curtis scooted forward in his seat so he could lean back. Thankfully, he wasn’t wearing jeans anywhere near as tight as the ones Hannah had painted on herself.

  “Are we really going to do this?”

  Hannah kept the car rolling and took the road to the marina, even as she asked the question. Rather than answer, Curtis reached up and undid the button of her jeans. In a quick motion, he pulled the zipper down and reached his hand in to see how far it could get. Hannah whimpered and pushed herself up into his cupped hand. Her pants were tight on her legs, but there was just enough room that his fingers could dip inside the top.

  He hadn’t dared to dive in on the skin side of her panties. The silky touch of her black underwear was enough to tell him he was in trouble. He pulled his hand out and righted her pants.

  Not bothering to care how weird it looked, he took his left hand and covered the lower portion of his face so he could get a good whiff of Hannah’s scent. He wanted to lick the soft skin coated in the sweet scent until his nose and tongue were forever embedded with it.

  “The wet spot in your underwear tells me yes.”

  Curtis was happy to have an indication she was already wet. With her on the tiny side, he’d been worried about how much of him she’d be able to take. It wasn’t something he boasted about, but he was in the top three in the locker room for size, in general length and girth.

  The idea of puzzle pieces fitting together always concerned him when he thought about a physical relationship with Hannah. He'd been with skinny women before, but he didn’t feel even a fraction of what he felt towards Hannah about them. Whether they really fit together hadn’t been a major concern.

  “At least I can hide my lust. You aren’t fooling anyone with your pants about to rip open. I thought for a while it was just my imagination, but you are most definitely straining.”

  “You said yes, right? So there’s no reason to hide it. Go ahead and pull in anywhere around here.”

  Hannah immediately turned the wheel to the left and parked. Thankfully, no one was on either side of them, because the yellow lines for parking seemed to be mere suggestions. She was pretty much right on top of one of the lines.

  She went through the motions of turning the car off and sat in her robotic stance, waiting for something. Or maybe she was running through all the reasons she should or shouldn’t go out on the boat with him. Curtis was fine letting her run the show. If she backed out, it’d be a little painful, but he wasn’t going to push.

  “I don’t understand how a boat would be more private than sneaking off in the woods. Anyone can walk up on us here.”

  Her words made it clear she was still game, so Curtis reached over to push her chin up and rotate her head to face his direction. Her green eyes were bright, hopefully thinking about things to come. If she wasn’t careful, they weren’t going to make it out to the boat.

  Leaning in, Curtis flicked his tongue out to get a taste of her lips. He’d noticed they were a little shinier than usual, thanks to some cherry lip gloss was his guess based on the flavor that hit his taste buds. Her mouth opened and he slid his tongue inside as their lips mashed together.

  The kiss had to be brief or they were going to have an audience for their first time together. Curtis didn’t want to back away, but he did. In doing so, he saw the dazed, stuck in the moment expression clinging to Hannah’s face. Her eyes remained closed and her mouth hung open a little. It was hard not to lean back in and kiss her slightly swollen lips again.

  “I should’ve been a little clearer about my boat. That’s it over there.”

  Hannah’s eyes sprung open and followed his finger. It was hard to miss the cabin cruiser in the marina. It was the biggest boat in sight.

  “That’s your boat?”

  The mesmerized sound to her voice made Curtis a little proud. Whether it was because of the size of his boat or the kiss, he didn’t care. He’d put it there.

  “Yup. I can promise you that we’ll have all the privacy we need in the bedroom under the deck. You still want to check it out? I’m telling you right now that as much as I want to be sweet and tender, I’m afraid this is going to be a straight up fuckfest. If you walk off that boat under your own power, I’m going to consider myself a failure.”

  Hannah’s head was still turned towards the boat, so Curtis saw and heard the hard swallow she took w
hile he spoke. She slowly turned to look at him and nodded her head without meeting his eyes.

  “I’d really like to see your boat.”

  Curtis had done what he could to scare her away. They weren’t going to get to any of the things that needed to be said, but he hoped he could relay some of it physically. He told himself that certain things were easier to show than tell, and they were just going to cross those things off the list first.

  “Thank god. I was going to have to dive into the lake fully clothed to try to cool off if you said no.”

  After a swift kiss to her forehead, Curtis opened his door and jumped out of the car. He ran around to her side and pulled her out as soon as he got the door open, throwing her over his shoulder in the process. Manhandling wasn’t generally his thing, but he knew his strides would get them closer to the clothes flying off stage of the day.

  “Put me down.”

  They were already twenty feet from the car when Hannah found her words. The delayed reaction made Curtis laugh.

  “Not happening. Once we get to the boat, you can have your way, but right now, I’m working to get us there as quickly as possible.”

  The request only made his legs move faster. They were the only people on the docks, but if anyone was there, there would be no question what was going on. A guy with a beautiful woman over his shoulder, running towards a home on the water. Yup, there was no question what was going to happen when they made it to their destination.

  Hannah had brought up the plans he could have for the day, but he hadn’t asked if she had anywhere she needed to be. He wasn’t about to. He just hoped she understood he wasn’t kidding about the condition he expected her to leave the boat.

  Chapter 7

  Hannah had put her foot in her mouth, and for once it seemed like she was reaping benefits from it. She couldn’t believe she’d brought up rape with Curtis. If that wasn’t bad enough, she continued spewing words from her mouth about how she had no problem being his secret lover. She wished he would’ve leaned over and kissed her sooner, because that sure had the power to shut her mouth.

  Clearly, Nina’s insistence was right about Hannah being too green to be around men of a certain sex score. They’d come up with a scoring system after Hannah’s first failure in the sex department back in high school. Without guidance, Hannah only moved forward with guys who were below ten on the scale. That usually meant there was a good chance the men she slept with either lived at home with their parents or were into some kind of live-action game.

  It was pathetic, but it kept Hannah making any more big mistakes. Nina would definitely see Curtis as a mistake, but what she didn’t know, couldn’t hurt her. Hannah was sure if the shoe was on the other foot and Curtis asked Nina to visit his boat for life-changing sex, Nina wouldn’t question taking him up on the offer.

  Hannah didn’t have to see the surface below them to know the second Curtis stepped onto his boat. The massive vessel rocked from the weight of them, causing Hannah to try to grip his shirt tighter. The rocking had barely commenced when Curtis loosened his hold and let her slide down the front of him, with her body touching every inch of him.

  She’d seen how big he was when they were sitting in the car, but it was another thing to feel his penis run along her leg and then rest against her stomach. Curtis gave her no time to get her footing as he pulled her close and descended his lips on her again.

  Fuck. Screw the whole trying to watch her language thing. Hannah was in trouble. Curtis could strip her clothes off and do whatever he wanted to her, as often as he felt like it. That all came from just a kiss. She couldn’t imagine what would happen when the clothes came off and he tried to make good on his promises. Her legs barely felt like they could hold her up as it was. The idea of walking seemed downright silly.

  As if to challenge her thoughts, Curtis’ hand that wasn’t on her butt, holding her to him, reached between them and unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirt. His hand returned to help the other one lift her up so he could start walking again. He didn’t break the kiss as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to her.

  Her body moved up and down with every step, grinding into every piece of the rock-like physique he had going on. Hannah tended to have an issue with what a guy would think when they got a look at her body, but she could care less. Curtis wasn’t drunk and he didn’t need to be fluffed with the lights off to get in the mood. Even with the guys who were only five on the sex scale, they generally needed something to get and stay in the mood. It took a lot to distract them from those live-action role-playing games.

  Being pushed against something solid brought Hannah’s eyes open. Since the kiss hadn’t broken up, she’d kept them closed, just trying to live in the moment of the fantasy.

  Curtis took the opportunity to give her tonsils a reprieve and move his lips down to her neck. It gave Hannah a chance to see they’d somehow found a room on the boat and chances were her back was up against the door of it.

  There wasn’t much light in the room, just a little from a pair of small windows. She could see a king-sized bed with some no-frills black bedding. Hannah only had a second to consider whether the lack of any other furnishings was because it was a boat or if he kept his love shack simple.

  The top she’d carefully considered that morning was ripped off her body. The move made Hannah concede that Curtis probably didn’t even rate on the sex scale. She’d never had a piece of clothing torn off her and he seemed to be an expert. She hadn’t even felt a pull as the fabric tore in two.

  “I’ll buy you a new one.”

  He somehow kept her body held up without using his hands, which were busy squeezing the mounds of flesh trying to fill her bra. Her habit of biting her lip seemed to be in overdrive. With him focusing on her breasts, she couldn’t help but wonder how inadequate he’d find her. The buzz she felt wasn’t gone, but reality sneaked in.

  “I’m going to spend time worshiping every inch of you, but right now I need to be inside of you.”

  Curtis let her legs down so he could unbutton her pants again. He pulled them down as harshly as he took care of her top. The authority in his actions was unlike anything Hannah had witnessed, even in the movies. Not that she watched porn or anything. The romance movies had strong male leads, but they weren’t Curtis.

  He was able to somehow get her boots and pants off without her moving an inch. After another kiss, he spun her around and pressed her into the door. She was down to just a bra, but that quickly disappeared. As far as she knew, he was still fully clothed.

  Evidently not fully, because she felt something slide between her legs. His flesh ran through her juices a few times before pushing the tip inside of her.

  “Fuck me.”

  Hannah left the words to interpretation. She had a feeling she was going to be split in two, which should have scared the crap out of her, but her body clearly didn’t care about its demise. Her hips pushed back into Curtis right as he drove himself further into her. Her first instinct was to try to push the thing invading her body out, now that it stretched her beyond her limits. Limits wasn’t exactly the right word, because she felt greedy enough to want more.

  Her partner was happy to oblige as he gripped her shoulder and nudge himself a little deeper. She could feel the skin of his pelvis touch her ass, marking the fact he couldn’t get any further inside of her.

  “Give me just a second to enjoy this. I’m pretty sure this first time is going to go by way too fast. It’s amazing I didn’t just come entering you.”

  For all his talk about fucking her, she was surprised at the show of restraint. She’d never gotten off from just having a guy inside of her, so the penetration was all for him. There was no problem on her end trying to prolong the sensation of Curtis Power using her to fulfill his needs.

  “Take all the time you need,” Hannah said, barely recognizing the husky voice saying the words.

  Curtis pulled out a little, leaving a void Hannah inst
antly wanted refilled. He hadn’t moved more than an inch and she already fought the loss. It was a bad indicator of things to come. He would likely use her up and ruin her for any other guy. She’d never felt so full and the desperate need for something more at the same time.

  “I thought I should probably explain the hold up, especially after your decree that I fuck you. I have to be honest. I wasn’t sure how passionate you’d be. I mean, I’ve dreamt of this for so many years that I was sure it’d ruin the real thing.”

  While he spoke, Curtis tunneled in and out of her a few times to start a rhythm. Hannah barely heard the words, let alone comprehended them, so she hoped it wasn’t anything important. Her body tingled as pressure built inside of her with each motion the man behind her made.

  Rather than be the passive lover she found herself in bed, Hannah actively pushed against Curtis to try to help pick up the pace. Each stroke rubbed against something inside her that set off the happy sector of her brain. Her endorphins were on cloud nine as she reached down to rub her clit.

  The action was one she usually saved for when the guy left, satisfied he’d gotten off. Since they weren’t in the standard missionary position, Hannah didn’t worry that taking care of herself would offend her partner. The grunts coming from behind her said Curtis could care less what was going on as long as the hole he’d found to fulfill his hunger didn’t disappear.

  “Oh, yeah. Go a little faster. I’m almost there.”

  Each statement, well, each word really, was spaced out. Between her own petting and his dick hitting a spot inside of her that Hannah was trying to memorize, her legs had already started vibrating. She turned her head against the door, not caring that she’d probably have some kind of rash from how hard she was driven against it. If there was pain from it, she was long past the point of minding.