Page 63 of Right Man, Right Time
And with that, I take her hand in mine and guide her toward the edge of the carpet.
“So . . . potato, huh?”
I chuckle. “Winnie is something special. She’s the only one who gets to call me that.”
“And what nickname should I use for you?”
“You might have to get to know me better to find out.”
“Why do I feel like that’s an innuendo to call you daddy?”
I nearly choke as I glance down at her. “How the hell did you get that?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. You just seem like one.”
“Can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
“In my world”—she pauses and smirks—“it’s a good thing.”
That smirk makes me believe there’s so much more to this girl that I will never find out about. I already know she likes to fuck, she likes to come, she likes to be sexual, but even though I know these things, it doesn’t mean I’m going to experience it.
“Are you ready to go out on the ice?”
“No,” she answers as her hand trembles in mine.
I glance over at the open ice where kids and families are already skating.
“Do you trust me, Ollie?”
“I think so,” she answers.
“Then know when I say I won’t let you fall, I’m not going to let you fall.”
Her eyes connect with mine, worry etched in them. “You promise?”
“Promise.”
“Okay,” she says. Guiding her out on the ice, I skate backward while her wobbly legs skate toward me. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Just glide with me,” I say. “Bend your knees a bit, yes, just like that. And let me bring you around the ice. Rely on the strength in your glutes, thighs, and ankles from all your workouts.”
Her hands tremble in mine, but I keep her steady on the ice as I swivel around.
“How are you feeling?”
“Okay,” she says and glances up at me, her lips barely forming a smile.
“Relax. It’ll be a lot easier if you’re not so stiff.”
“I want to make a joke about stiffness and donkey pervert, but my brain can’t seem to connect the two at the moment.”
“Well, thank God for small miracles. Maybe I should always have you on the ice.” I bring her closer to the boards so if she wants to grab on to them, she can.
“See those kids over there?” she says, nodding to the right.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Please, for the love of God, keep them away from me.”
