She shivers at the contact but doesn’t pull away. “This is crazy.”
“The best things usually are.”
“My brothers?—”
“Aren’t here,”I finish for her.“It’s only you and us.”
She looks over at Knox and Riven, then back at me. “What do you want from me?”
“Everything,”I say simply.“But we’ll start with another chase.”
“Here? On the ice?”
“Scared you can’t outrun us on our home turf?”
A spark of challenge flashes in her eyes. “You have no idea what you’re getting into.”
“Challenge accepted, but when I catch you, I plan to fuck your pretty little body right here on the ice.”
She shivers. Yeah, baby, we know you have a little temperature kink, and lucky for her, the ice gets my cock hard.
I skate backward toward the boards, giving her space, as Knox and Riven finally come down to the rink and find themselves skates.
The music is still playing, now pumping an upbeat pop song as Knox and Riven skate out onto the ice.
“Are we seriously doing this?”Knox calls out as he makes his way over.
We are hockey players, not figure skaters, but I love a challenge.
“We’re seriously doing this,”I confirm, watching as Riven glides across the ice with the fluid grace that makes him such a good goalie.
Leila is in the center circle, her hands on her hips, watching us fan out around the rink. “So how does this work? Same rules as before?”
“New rules,”I say, skating in a wide circle around her.“Ice rules. If you can avoid all three of us for ten minutes, you win.”
“What do I win?”
“Whatever you want,”Riven says, now also skating a circle around her.
“And if you catch me?”
“Then we win,”Knox adds.
She considers this for a moment, then suddenly takes off toward the far end of the rink. “Time starts now!”
“That’s cheating!”I shout, but I’m laughing as I take off after her.
What I don’t expect is how fast she can skate. But it’s not just her speed; it’s the way she moves, like the ice is part of her. She executes a perfect hockey stop at the far end, spraying ice, then immediately transitions into a backward crossover with a level of skill that would make most hockey players jealous.
“Holy shit,”Knox huffs out, chasing after her but quickly falling behind.
She toys with us using a combination of hockey and figure skating finesse. Every time one of us gets close, she spins away with some fancy move. A spiral here, a pivot and then a jump there—at one point she actually goes into a brief spin to avoid Riven’s attempt to corner her.
We regroup quickly, years of playing together giving us an advantage in communication even if she has us beat in pure skating ability. At my signal to Knox and Riven, we spread out to form a triangle, trying to herd her toward one corner.
Leila sees it coming. She picks up speed and heads straight for the corner we’re driving her toward, and right when it looks like she’s trapped, she executes a move where she drops low and spins, then somehow ends up behind us.
“How the hell did she do that?”Knox asks, turning around in confusion.
