Destiny on Ice (Boys of Winter #1)(54)

I move a bunch of my things over from my bedroom to Brent’s room, and I sleep there every night. We’re in the midst of a home game stint, with a few days off in between, so I have ample opportunity to get comfortable with our new living arrangement. I also get quite comfortable with having sex all the time.

Brent’s kind of insatiable, but you won’t hear me complaining.

Still, it’s not all sex and bedroom times with him. He and I take walks around his property at night, talking and making out under the stars. We also play pool in his basement, and some evenings we simply pop popcorn and watch movies in the living room.

He introduces me to Slapshot, a classic hockey flick according to him.

I search around for a hockey-themed movie and come up with The Cutting Edge. I’m excited when I hear he’s never seen it.

“Hmm, I don’t know about this one,” he muses as he reads the summary on the back of the DVD box.

I curl up with him on the sofa. “Oh, come on now. Give it a chance.”

When we cue up the movie and hit Play, it starts out promising enough. Hockey at the Olympics, that’s a plus, right?

“See,” I say. “I told you this would be good.”

Brent isn’t so sure. “We’ll see about that. If this is a total chick flick, Aubrey, I swear I’ll—”

“What?” I taunt, peering up at him. “What will you do to me if it is a total chick flick?”

Looking down at me with lust in his gaze, he murmurs, “Hmm, well, I guess I’ll need to think of a suitable punishment.”

It’s then I remember the Double Penetrator Mega Blaster. Am I brave enough to show it to him? It’d certainly be punishing, in a possibly good kind of way. Wow, seems I’m up for anything if it involves Brent. Since I trust he’ll go easy on me if we do put it into play, I start hoping and praying this movie is this chickiest chick flick ever.

A few more minutes and I’m pretty sure my wish is about to come true, seeing as the lead male character, the hockey player, is hurt and considering taking up doubles figure skating.

“What the f*ck is this shit?” Brent blurts out, complete with an I-knew-this-would-suck groan.

“You promised you’d watch the whole thing,” I remind him, snickering when I think of the DPMB and how surprised he’ll be when I show it to him. “Besides,” I go on, “I didn’t get half the jokes in Slapshot, but I stuck it out till the end.”

That earns me a disappointed shake of the head. “I’m going to pretend I did not just hear you diss a classic hockey movie.”

“I did, though, Brent. I totally did. That’s bad, huh?”

“Sure is.” And then he wants to know, “What are you up to, Aubrey?”

“Hmm”—I wink over at him—“I’m just thinking maybe you can add to that ever-growing list of things you’re going to need to punish me for.”

He raises a brow. “It sounds like you actually want to be punished.”

“Maybe I do. But only by you.”

Chuckling and pulling me in closer to him, he murmurs, “You’re in rare form tonight, babe.”

Distracted by what’s on the TV screen, I point to a scene and say, “Oh look, the hockey player dude’s going back home to tell his family what he’s been up to.”

“Poor bastard.” Brent laughs. “I’m sure they’re going to be oh-so proud.”

“You’re such a downer.”

“Just watch,” he says. “I bet I’m right.”

He is right—the lead male character receives a less-than-warm reception from his hometown hockey-loving peeps. But oddly enough, as the movie plays on Brent starts really getting into it.

I knew he was a romantic at heart.

Still, he remembers my transgressions of the night, and when we reach the bedroom I’m ordered to disrobe and, “Assume the position.”

With my hands on the bed and my ass in the air, Brent comes up behind me. “You were very naughty tonight, Aubrey.”

He leans over me and deposits a flurry of soft little kisses down my bare back, making me shiver with the anticipation of what’s to come. It won’t be soft and little, like the kisses, that’s for sure.

“Making me watch a total chick flick—”

“You loved it,” I interject.

Whack! He smacks me on the right butt cheek. “Did I say you could talk?”

I yelp and shake my head.

“That’s right.” He gathers my hair and yanks back my head. “Now what should I do to you first?”

Leaning farther over my back, engulfing me, he trails his nose down the side of my neck. It’s like he’s inhaling me, making me his. Damn, I love being dominated by this über alpha male. He’s so sweet to me these days outside of the bedroom that I kind of need him a little rough in here.

I’m putty in his hands already by the time he reaches down to stroke my clit. “Oh, Aubrey,” he rasps in my ear. “So wet for me already?”

“Always,” I say, since it’s true.

That earns me a yank on the hair and a finger rammed up my *. “Talking out of turn again, eh?”

I rock back against his hand and he adds another finger. “You like this, don’t you?”