26. Hallie

My question lingers in the air between us, the tension scolding hot in comparison to the ice beneath us, but I wait with bated breath for his answer. I knew I was playing with fire during the lesson, especially with the kids around, but from the moment he left my bed this morning, all I could think about was how much I needed him. Yesterday was just scratching the surface. I know that, I”ve been with guys before, none of them possessing the ability to make me come. Yet Josh not only did it, he ruined me, not just with the out of this world orgasms he gave me, but with the power and possession he used to control me.

Now here we are again, way beyond the lines of friendship and deep within this forgery of a marriage, but I can’t stop, and I hope he feels the same. That hope is hanging by a thread as I wait for his answer though, my hands fisted around the top of the hockey net as my breath comes in quick, short pants.

Just when I am about to think he will never answer, his hands reach down and start to spread my legs out on the skates. “I wanted space the first time I fucked you, but it seems you are more of a brat than I thought,” he grits, almost sounding angry, but I know him well enough now to realize that he is just as turned on as I am. His gaze flicks to mine as he undoes his belt and frees his cock from his jeans and demands, “Hold on tight, wife.”

Then he moves his hands to my hips, gripping them roughly, before he slowly skates backwards, taking my hips with him until I have no choice but to bend over to keep my grip on the bar. Only then does he release me, leaving me almost at a ninety degree angle, my arms stretched out above my head holding the pole, and my legs spread wide.

Anticipation burns through me as he rips down my leggings and panties in one swoop, lining his cock up with my pussy. “Hallie, the next time I fuck you, I promise to take my time and give you exactly what you need,” he vows, brushing the tip of his dick up and down my slit until my juices coat his shaft. “But first, I am going to ruin you for anyone else.” Then he slams into me with one quick, hard thrust, stealing the air from my throat, as my hands almost slip from the pole.

“Fuck,” he growls out, his fingers crushing around my hips to the point where I know there will be proof of this moment left on my skin, and all I want is more. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I have barely even caught my breath when he does it again, and then again, spearing me with his cock, and stretching me in a way I have never experienced. He pulls all the way back to the tip, and then slams into me over and over, never relenting on his punishing pace, and from this angle I can feel every inch of him as he slides inside me. His fingers were nothing compared to how long and thick his dick feels as it fucks me, and the sounds spilling from my throat do nothing but spur him on.

“Joshua,” I moan, unable to form any more words than that, and a deep groan rips from his throat in response.

“You are so fucking tight, baby,” he spits, his fingers digging into my hips even more, as he pulls me against him, fucking me harshly, and the word baby sends butterflies flooding through me. “And look how well you fucking take me,” he praises, snapping his hips against my own, and all I can do is hold on like he wanted.

My chin rests on top of one of my arms so I can watch him as he fucks me, his focus only on where our bodies meet, as his cock plunges into my pussy. My eyes take in the rise and fall of his chest with every powerful thrust, the strong hunch of his shoulders as he grips my hips, his dark stormy eyes as he watches himself fuck me. It’s mesmerizing. The way he looks at me with such lust and affection and care, yet the way he fucks me like a savage without a care in the world. It’s addicting, and I know it’s wrong, that we should stop, but I can’t, because I have been addicted to him since the moment we met, and the high has only gotten sweeter.

“Fuck I could get used to this, Hals,” he moans, eyes flicking to mine, and the only thought it in my mind as he continues to pound into me is, so could I.

This wasn’t just fucking, it was something else entirely, something I had never experienced before, and without him, I probably never will again.

“Joshua, you feel so good,” I moan, unable to stop watching him, and the moment his name leaves my lips it’s like a switch is flipped inside of him, and somehow be begins fucking me even harder.

So hard that I can barely breathe, let alone talk anymore, as he takes me hard and rough, toeing the line between pleasure and pain, and if I could I would ask for more. I love this, love being at his mercy, not caring if the whole town walked in here and found us fucking like this. I will never be able to watch him play hockey again without thinking about the way he is moving inside of me right now.

Sparks light up my insides as I feel my body hurtling towards another release, the deep fucking of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of me that I’ve only even been able to find with one particular vibrator. I’m going to come again, I’m going to come while he fucks me. Joshua Peters, my husband, is going to feel my pussy convulse around his cock as he takes me, and the thought brings me a thrill like no other.

I start to roll my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, and the feel of him inside me paired with his hands holding me like he will never let me go has me racing towards the finish line. “Josh, I’m gonna come,” I gasp, delighting in the way my words affect him.

“I know, baby, I can feel your pussy sucking me in,” he snaps, his eyes locked on mine as he leans forward, pushing his hand into my hair and fisting it tight. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock inside of you, Mrs. Peters.” He pulls my head up, as his chest hits my back, and his fucking turns absolutely savage.

“Josh, don’t stop, please,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound, not to him, no, he already owns me in every way possible anyway.

“I’m not stopping until you give it to me, Tink, so give it to me, come on your husband’s cock and show me exactly who you belong to,” he grits the words into my ear, his voice like gravel scraping against my bones, and that’s all it takes.

He asks and I give.

My entire body spasms, my insides coiling tight as a wave of pleasure rips my body to shreds, making him curse. I scrunch my eyes tight, pushing my head into his touch and my pussy against his groin, as a scream tears from my throat, bouncing off the plexi around us.

“Baby, keep looking at me please,” he begs, with my orgasm never stopping, and my eyes snap back open, colliding with his own, and the look in them almost ends me. I have never seen him look more open and vulnerable, and at this moment none of it feels like pretending. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, ripping his cock from me, his hand taking over as he jerks himself roughly, until he is coming all over my ass with a groan.

My legs almost buckle with the aftermath of his assault, but before I can even drag my skates across the ice to bring my legs together, his knees hit the floor. Then his fingers are massaging my ass cheeks, spreading his cum into my skin like he is branding me.

“Fuck, Hallie, if I had known how good you look covered in my cum, I would have stolen you as my wife a long time ago,” he purrs, before leaning forward and lapping his tongue against my skin, cleaning himself off of me.

“If I knew how good your cock was, I would have let you,” I laugh as he pushes me back towards the goal so I can stand back to my full height. Then he pulls my leggings back into place and gets back to his feet as I turn towards him and add, “It would have given my sex toys a break if I had.”

If I thought his stare looked satisfied, it’s nothing compared to how his eyes gleam now as he asks, “Toys? As in plural?” He molds his body against mine, pushing my back into the very pole I just held on to as he used my body like his own personal toy. “I will have to look at this collection of toys, see if they are good enough for my wife,” he muses, bringing his mouth to mine, and slipping his tongue between my lips until I can taste his salty release against my own.

“I thought you’d be jealous given they are your competition,” I mumble into his mouth, enjoying how he just takes from me without asking now.

He pulls back and laughs. “If you think there is any competition for the way I just made you strangle my cock as you came all over it, then you’re not as smart as I thought you were.” He kisses me again, before pulling back and fixing both of our clothes until we look like we didn’t just fuck like animals on the ice.

“You think I’m smart?” I ask, not hiding my smirk as he drags me towards the edge of the rink.

“Well you agreed to marry me, so not that smart,” he snaps back, pulling me off the ice and down onto a bench. Then he drops to his knees once again and starts untying my skates for me.

I watch with rapt attention, enjoying the view more than I care to admit as I casually reply, “From the orgasm I just had, I’d say it’s the smartest thing I’ve ever done.” His eyes shoot up to mine, and there is a wicked sparkle in them that tells me he knows just how much I enjoy having him on his knees for me.

He finishes up with my skates, passing me my shoes, before pulling off his own, and then standing to leave. “Come on wife, I want to feed this wicked mouth of yours,” he grins, and I try my best to hide the elation I feel every time he calls me his wife.

It doesn’t sound fake or forced, it just sounds true.

“With cock?” I tease, trailing after him, and savoring the way his fingers feel entwined with mine, and he barks a laugh.

“No, with two cheeseburgers, fries, and a milkshake, because despite how much I would love to silence you with my cock in your mouth again, you get cranky when you aren’t fed, so hurry up,” he commands, pulling me in front of him, and then landing a hard slap to my ass as I pass.

“Keep that cock away from me and that will make me cranky too,” I toss over my shoulder, ensuring to sway my hips as he follows me to the car door.

His eyes are lighter than I have ever seen them when I turn and wait for him to open it, especially in comparison to when he walked out of practice earlier, and the smile he offers me is nothing short of glorious. “Noted,” he nods, pulling open the door and offering his hand for me to step inside. Then he leans down and pulls me in for another kiss before he adds, “I would apologize for breaking rule number one, but I’m not sorry that I know what these lips taste like, Hallie Bear.”

Then he pulls back and closes the door like he didn’t just ruin my pussy and my heart.

The next daywe make the drive into Black Hallows together, and I swear I can still feel him everywhere. I was right, there are bruises on my hips from the way he held me against him, marks on my neck from where his teeth sunk into me, both a delicious reminder of our tryst on the ice, but neither of them compare to how my pussy aches for another taste of him.

Last night we went for dinner and then back to his house, where we found it practically heaving with guests celebrating the last day of classes before Christmas next week. By the time we made it to bed I was dead on my feet and Josh ordered me straight to sleep. Then this morning we rushed to get ready so we could make the meeting with Lincoln on time.

I’m not sure what to expect when we arrive. Josh hasn’t given much away when it comes to the mysterious man helping him, so I can’t help but feel nervous. Especially when we pull up to an office that looks nothing short of high class. When we enter we are welcomed by a young woman who Josh greets as ‘Eliza’, and then we are ushered straight to an office down the hall to meet the man in question.

What I don’t expect is to come face to face with two blond gods who look to be in the middle of some sort of heated interaction. One of them is brooding and broad, wearing glasses that make him look like some sort of Clark Kent, and the other is tall and lean with a stare that looks like he would murder you for just one wrong word. Both are dressed impeccably and dripping in wealth, and as we enter, the one with the vicious stare snaps away from the other one.

“Sorry, Mr. Blackwell, I didn’t realize you were occupied,” Eliza stutters, seeming nervous, as she flicks her stare between the two of them.

“It’s okay, Eliza, Mr. Donovan was just leaving,” the Clark Kent one responds without looking at us, confirming to me that he is who we are here to see.

The other one, Mr. Donovan, looks ready to kill him still, but turns toward us and nods, “Mr. and Mrs. Peters.”

I’m not sure how he knows us but to my surprise, Josh replies, “Asher, good to see you again.”

The tall, lethal blond doesn’t respond, just brushes past us and exits the office without another word, and I watch as Eliza pulls the door closed behind them with a soft smile. I guess this must be their usual behavior, and I can’t help but smile back as I turn towards Lincoln Blackwell.

“Sorry about that,” he offers, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk. “You must be Hallie?” he adds, offering his hand out for me to shake, and when I take it, I’m surprised it feels rough in mine.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I reply with a smile, and he looks at me in a way I can’t quite decipher, almost as if he is assessing what I just said. It doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable, in fact his presence is cold yet inviting.

“You really mean that,” he tells me, and I look towards Josh in confusion, but he just shrugs as we take our seats.

“Yes, of course I really mean that,” I laugh as I turn back towards him, and then he looks between Josh and I as if seeing us with fresh eyes, as if he is sensing something he didn’t before, but he quickly shuts it down.

“Well, thank you both for coming, I know it was short notice,” he replies stiffly, moving towards a large box in the corner and bringing it back over to the desk. “Like I said I was away for a close friend”s wedding, congratulations on your own by the way,” he muses, dropping the box on the desk in front of us. “We are quite busy at the moment, but I did manage to find a lot of useful information for you.” He taps the box before taking a seat behind his desk and watching us closely.

The box is bigger than expected considering I didn’t expect a box at all, a few pieces of paper maybe, or a file, but not a whole box. What the hell has Hugo Peters been up to? Not that I should be surprised. I mean, I’m only here because the plan to marry his daughter off was botched, and he forced Josh’s hand into mine. So whatever skeletons are in his closet, I shouldn’t be surprised really.

“All that box is stuff you found on my father?” Josh asks, not moving from his chair to inspect it any closer, and I can tell even from his nonchalance that he is nervous about what’s inside.

“Yes, there were the easy finds, like the affairs and underpaid taxes of course,” Lincoln replies without emotion, keeping his focus on my husband as he adds, “And then there was the deeper stuff like embezzlement, bribery, corruption, you know the usual.” His tone is as casual as you could get and I have to silently remind myself that this is what he does, picks people”s secrets apart for a living.

“Is it enough?” Josh questions, and I know what his question means, he wants to know if what Lincoln found is enough to really do it. He doesn”t want to dig through his father’s wrongdoings and play his games, he just wants to win.

“If given to the right people then your father is looking at spending a long time behind bars. It would take a couple of weeks to leak it without a trace, but yes, it’s enough.” Again his words are said with no emotion, as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, and I mildly find myself wondering if he cares about anything or anyone.

Josh is silent beside me and I know he must be asking himself if this is what he truly wants. He hates his father, I know that, hell, even I hate him, but is hate enough of a reason to send him to prison for the rest of his life?

“How much?” Josh finally asks, and for the first time I see Lincoln frown a little in confusion.

“I’m sorry?” he replies in question, looking between the two of us, but I keep my focus on Josh.

“How much more is all this information going to cost me?” he snaps, leaning forward in his chair and still making no move to look into the box. He is offering money without even finding out if the information is worth it.

“Have you always been this cynical?” Lincoln finally responds, and without thinking I reply, “Yes,” at the same time Josh replies, “No.”

Josh snaps his head towards me as Lincoln smiles. “The downfall of being raised by the elite I’ve come to learn,” he laughs, as if it’s his own private joke before focusing back on us. “There is no extra fee, I quite enjoy helping take down a Mayor,” he replies coolly, and it’s only now that despite his youth I see him for what he really is, ruthless.

“Well okay then, pull the trigger,” Josh finally says, standing to his feet and moving to leave without even looking at anything Lincoln found.

I also stand but Lincoln halts us in our tracks as he adds, “There is one other thing.” He reaches into his desk and pulls out a file that clearly wasn’t packed away with whatever is in the box. Josh halts behind his chair as Lincoln looks between us before finally saying, “There is another marriage deal on the table.”

“That’s impossible,” Josh spits back instantly. “My father agreed that if I married Hallie then he would leave Madeline alone.”

Lincoln looks slightly nervous now, and I know whatever he is about to say is going to change everything. “The marriage deal isn’t for you or Madeline, it’s for someone else. A child.”

Josh is already shaking his head. “No, you must have it wrong, it’s just Maddie and me,” he starts, but it’s as if he remembers who he is dealing with here because then he spits, “What the fuck do you mean a child?”

Lincoln flicks open the file and pulls out the top piece of paper, sliding it onto the desk towards us. “I matched your father’s DNA to another child, a little girl, she lives in Fairfield, I think you might know her.”

Her. Realization slams into me almost instantly, and without even looking I know exactly who Lincoln is referring to, and I know it’s about to break my husband’s heart.

Josh reaches out and snatches the paper off the desk, about to read whatever is on it as Lincoln finally adds, “The marriage deal is for Penelope Barratt, your little sister.”