84. Natalie

Chapter 84

Natalie

I knowwe have to talk.

I know nothing has changed.

But in this very moment, I don’t care.

It’s been a long, horrible day, and I want to feel good.

It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve felt good.

Luke slides his hands down the sides of my neck as he plunges his tongue into my mouth.

And I let him in. I open wider.

It shouldn’t feel so right.

He shouldn’t feel so right.

Not after these last couple of weeks.

But still.

“Luke.” I cling to his arms with my oversized paws. Needing the balance. Needing it to come from him.

“My pretty girl.” Luke’s lips never leave mine. “My fearless wife.”

When he starts to walk backward through the doorway, I pull my mouth away from his.

“My clothes.” I point to the floor and the bundle I dropped.

Luke lets go of me just long enough to pick up the pile, and I look past him to see we’re at the entrance to the locker room.

Luke steps back in front of me. “Hang on.”

He wraps his arms around my waist, and I reach my arms up around his neck. And when he lifts me, I hang on.

I bend my knees, keeping my skates off the ground, as his mouth finds mine again.

Something rolls across the floor, and I open my eyes long enough to see the Blizz head—that Luke must’ve kicked—bounce across the locker room floor.

Luke walks us farther into the locker room, and the door thuds shut behind me.

“I can’t believe it was you in this suit all night.” He kisses me. “My naughty Little Royal.” His lips smile against mine. “Always getting in trouble.”

“It’s you.” I kiss him again. “It’s only with you.”

Luke lowers me, my body dragging against his. His hardness presses into me.

My skates connect with the floor, and I hardly notice how uncomfortable they are. My mind is too focused on the rest of my body. Too engrossed in the man before me.

Luke drops my clothes to the floor. Then his gaze follows the fabric before snapping back up to mine.

“Are those your pants?”

I nod.

“What are you wearing under this?” He grips the fuzzy white fur covering my arm.

A small laugh bubbles up my throat. “Not much.”

Luke groans and grips the fabric at my side with his other hand, then pulls me tightly against him.

“I’m so fucking glad it’s you in this suit. You have no idea.” He leans down and presses his mouth against the side of my neck, murmuring something about losing his mind.

“I’m glad it was you I ran into,” I admit.

He lifts his head. “Me too.”

Luke slides a hand down my back until he’s cupping my ass.

“God, you feel good.” He squeezes. “Tell me you’ll come home with me. Tell me you’ll let me apologize.”

I pull on the back of his neck. “I will.”

He moves the hand not on my ass to palm my breast.

I moan, pressing my lips to his again.

His mouth is so warm.

More familiar than it should be.

But it’s not enough.

His hand flexes again over the thick material, and he makes a frustrated sound.

“Gotta get you out of this fucking suit,” he growls.

“Please.”

Luke spins me around so I’m facing the lockers. Though they’re really more like individual seats with cubbies above and below.

The bench seat is padded, and dividers stick out like little walls between each spot, creating a private space for each player if they were sitting.

The name Anders is painted on the back wall underneath the upper shelf.

The tips of my skates are against the toe guard at the bottom of the bench, and I brace my palms on the dividers, holding myself upright so Luke can unzip me.

But instead of unzipping me, he grabs my butt again, with both hands this time.

“Fuck, Princess, I love your ass.”

“Focus, Luke,” I say with a half laugh, half moan.

He groans as he grips me, his fingers pressing through the fabric into my soft cheeks.

Finally, he lets go and moves his hands up to the zipper at the back of my neck.

I can feel him pulling it down, can feel the cool air as it hits my overheated skin, but the suit isn’t loosening at the collar.

“Luke.”

His fingers drag over my bare skin, following the zipper, until they catch on the band of my thong. “Fuck.” He stretches the word out. “You were out there, in front of thousands, wearing nothing but a bra and this skimpy ass pair of panties under this?”

I nod. “It wouldn’t fit over my clothes.”

Luke grips the back of my thong and tugs, pulling the fabric snug over my pussy.

“Luke,” I gasp.

“Yeah, Green Eyes?”

Every time he uses one of his pet names for me, my brain glitches.

“The neck,” I pant. “You gotta undo it.”

“Hmm?”

I tip my head forward, making my hair slide out of the way, showing whatever clasp is at the top.

Luke drags his hands up my bare back until I can feel a slight tug around the collar of the suit.

There’s another tug, and Luke’s hot breath is on the back of my neck as he leans closer and presses his hard length against my ass.

The collar doesn’t loosen.

My mittened hands curl around the edges of the dividers gripping it tighter.

Luke groans and presses his whole body against my back, letting go of the clasp and sliding his left hand down my left arm until his hand is over my furry white paw.

His left hand. Adorned with a bright pink silicone ring.

“I couldn’t take it off,” he whispers. “Tell me you’re wearing yours too.”

Luke’s other hand spans across my stomach, holding me in place as he grinds into me.

“I am,” I whisper back. “I didn’t want to wear it. I’m still mad at you.”

He nuzzles against my hair. “You should be. I’ve been a stupid dick. I’m sorry isn’t enough.”

“I’m sorry too.” I mean it. “I could have handled everything differently. I have so much to tell you.”

He presses his lips against my ear. “Tell me later. Let me get inside you now.”

Electricity dances up my spine at his words, and I don’t care how bad of an idea it is.

“Get me out of this damn suit and you can have me,” I pant.

The hand on my stomach flexes, and he holds me tighter. “I don’t have a condom, but I haven’t been with anyone but you since the season started and we had our physicals.”

More heat flares in my belly.

We should’ve had this conversation in Vegas since we didn’t use protection then either. But…

“It’s, um, been a while since—” I start.

“Don’t bother finishing that sentence, Princess, unless you plan to give me a name and a free pass to beat the shit out of the last man who touched what’s mine.”

Touched what’s mine.

I sway.

I literally sway on my skates.

“Luke.”

The hand over mine drags back up my arm.

I look back at him over my shoulder. “I’m on birth control.”

His jaw clenches, and I feel his hips jerk.

Luke tears his eyes from mine and goes back to working on the clasp.

It still doesn’t loosen.

“What the fuck is this made of?” Luke pulls on the material. “Is there a secret to getting it unclipped?”

I almost tell him I don’t know, that the original Blizz was the one to help me with the collar and secure the head. But it seems like it might be a bad idea to tell him about that right now. Especially since he knows I’m practically naked under here.

So, instead, I tell him to hurry.

“I’m trying,” he grunts.

I tilt my hips, pressing my ass into him.

Now that we’ve started, I need to finish. I need him to fulfill his promise and get inside me.

I’m confident we’ll work everything else out between us. We aren’t there yet, but the fact that he was so eager to apologize tells me we can do it. We can talk it out. But right now, I don’t need talking.

Right now, I need his hands on me.

“Luke. Please.”

This pull between us hasn’t dimmed at all in our time apart; it’s grown brighter. And I’m about to burn up.

His hands leave the collar and grip my hips so he can rock against me. “Say that again, Princess. Say please again.”

I lean forward, bending my arms and keeping my hands braced on the dividers. I arch my back, still clothed but presenting myself to him.

“Please, Luke,” I beg. “I need you.”

His hands drop away.

I hear the sounds of a belt being undone and a zipper being yanked down. And then his hands are back on my yeti suit.

Except he’s not gripping the collar.

Fingers brush against the top of my ass as Luke grips the material on either side of the zipper, and then he pulls.

The suit splits with a loud tearing sound.

Air rushes in between my legs.

Luke tore the fabric the exact way I was afraid it would tear every time I fell down. Split right down the ass. Revealing everything.

“Fucking hell.”

A hand tugs at my underwear, pulling it to the side and exposing me.

Fingers trail down my cheek until they reach my center.

“So fucking wet.” Luke groans as he drags his fingertips through my slickness.

My body is trembling.

He’s touching me where I need him. But I need him.

Then his fingers slide away, and something blunt bumps into my entrance.

I tense, then relax, and he pushes just the smallest bit inside me.

I drop my head forward and close my eyes in anticipation.

But he doesn’t move.

He just keeps that first inch inside me.

Stretching me.

I try to push back, but the hand holding my underwear splays across my ass, preventing me from deepening our connection.

“Luke,” I whine.

His hand lifts and slaps back down.

I clench. Squeezing the head of his cock in my entrance.

His groan is so low it gives me shivers.

“You know how to ask,” he grits out.

I focus on breathing and gathering the letters of the word he wants. “Please.”

It’s the magic word.

My new favorite word.

Because the second I say it, Luke starts to push forward.

We’ve hardly even touched, and I’m moments from imploding.

His dick is so hard, so thick…

With one unexpected thrust, he sinks himself in to the hilt.

Together, we make low noises of pleasure.

“Christ.” He pulls his hips back, then snaps forward. “Fuck.” He does it again.

I think I say his name, but I’m struggling to breathe.

I’m so full.

Luke slides his right hand around my hip, inside my suit.

His fingertips brush against my clit, and I can feel the buildup already.

He leans against my back, moving his left hand so it’s braced right above mine on the divider wall.

Luke keeps moving.

Keeps thrusting in and out.

Keeps holding me steady with his fingers on my clit and his palm pressed into my softness right above my pussy. Like he can feel himself inside me.

Luke tilts his hips and hits even deeper.

I cry out.

“These fucking skates.” His shoes bump into the outside of my ice skates. Trapping me further. “Make you the perfect height for this.” He drags his cock out, then pushes it back in. “Gonna buy you so many pairs.”

I press back into him.

His body heat is making me too hot, but I can’t move away.

I don’t even try.

His fingers start to rub circles, and I’m so close.

“What the fuck?” A voice booms from somewhere in the locker room, and we freeze.