“I’m going to tap out, but I can take him when you’re done, so that Dom can and I quote ‘run circles around you before thenight ends.’ Plus, the girls and I have to have a gossip session.” Harley smiles at me as she steps out of the rink. I give her a salute as she waves us off.
Hayden and I skate two laps before I hand him off to Harley.
“Montez!” I holler across the rink, Dom turns toward my voice, a shit eating grin on his face.
“Ready for our annual family skate night race?” He waggles his eyebrows at me as he approaches.
“You’re going down.”
“You wish.”
“Alright, fellas. You know the rules. Three laps. No shoving, pushing, tripping. First one back to me gets bragging rights and loser buys everybody hot chocolate.” Nik announces formally as Dom and I take our spots on either side of him. Mav stands on the other side of the rink at the same position as Nik.
Nik begins his countdown, and then we are off to the races.
“Don’t be a sore loser, babe.” Harley teases from my side as we follow everyone out of the arena. Dom destroyed me out there, but I was a little distracted by an idea that hit me as I watched Harley cheer me on from outside the glass.
“I’m not a sore loser.”
“Anything I can do to help cheer you up?” She pinches my arm.
“Actually… There is. Follow my lead.” I whisper for only her, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
“Damn it! I left my wallet back there.” I curse aloud, patting my pockets dramatically as our friends all turn toward us. “You all go ahead, we’ll see you at Hayden’s party next weekend.”
Everyone says their goodbyes, although Nik chuckles in my ears, “Have fun, dude.”
I turn on my heel, Harley following closely behind me. Rather than taking her back into the arena, I take a sharp left, guiding her up to the box that Maverick typically rents out for our big games.
“Where are you taking me?” She whisper-shouts at me, “are we even supposed to be here?”
“Nope, and you’ll see.” I continue up the stairs and push open the door to the box before pulling her inside and locking the door behind us, trapping her between myself and the door. Leaning down, I nip gently at her neck.
“You’re right, I am a sore loser, and I wanted to show you something.” I breathe into her neck before turning and guiding her over to the front row of seats.
“Do you recognize this view?” I ask, pushing my hips forward into hers, pressing them into the railing.
“I do. We sit here for games.”
“Did you know that if I squint hard enough, I can see you watching me?” I let my hand move to the front of her pants, toying with the button.
“No.” She breathes.
“So I thought, I’d come up here and see what the view is like.” I pop the button on her jeans, yanking them down quickly before pushing her upper half forward so she’s forced to lean on the railing, jutting her ass toward me.
“We’re going to have to be quick, and I need you to be quiet for me. Can you do that, Baby?” I ask, unbuckling and pushing down my own jeans then stroking my cock lightly.
“Yes.” She whispers, swaying her hips slightly.
Reaching between us, I let two fingers find her entrance, pushing in and out to find her soaking wet already.
“What’s got you so worked up, Harley?” I continue to toy with her and myself.
“Fuck, Collins. Watching you on the ice, knowing you could see me watching, you holding a baby, just you in general.” She keens softly.
I remove my fingers, placing one hand on her hip and gently pushing her legs further apart. Reaching into my wallet, I quickly slide on a condom before notching my cock at her entrance and filling her in one thrust. Her gasp fills the space around us, echoing slightly.
“Quiet, Baby. You don’t want us to get caught, do you?” I gently move my free hand to cover her mouth as I continue to thrust in and out of her. She bites my palm, causing me to remove my hand, “Feisty.”
