Page 94 of Ruin The Friendship
She demonstrates a bunny hop, and I do it, no problem.
“Told you,” I grumble. “I’m going to try again.”
“Try not to dip your right shoulder and stay straight during takeoff.”
I repeat the movements, and this time, I land it, only to look up and see Lydia. I get lost in her beaming smile and proud eyes. Which promptly sends me backward on my ass again.
“What the fuck!” I groan as I stand.
“Practice makes perfect.” Lydia leans against the boards.
I do it again, this time paying more attention to my shoulders and posture. When I land, I wobble a bit but hold steady.
“You did it,” Lydia shouts. “It was a bit sloppy, but we’ll work on it.”
For the next hour, I practice until I’m consistently landing them, only falling every once in a while when Lydia distracts me with her smile. Then, I hold out my hand, looping our fingers together as we skate slow laps around the rink. We spend a long time talking, making plans for thefuture, and I dream of the day we can bring our little girl along with us to an evening like this.
“I think that’s probably enough for the day,” I say when my body aches in unexpected ways.
Lydia wraps her arms around my neck.
“Thank you,” she says, pulling my head down for a long kiss. Her lips and cheeks are cold.
We kiss at center ice, and for a moment, I’m in a dream. My girl in my arms, in my favorite place. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
Well, maybe a championship win, but that’s not the point right now.
I reluctantly pull away, my heart pounding.
“What are we doing the rest of the night?” Lydia questions with a dazed look in her eyes. A look I now recognize after New Year’s.
She wants more, and so do I.
“Whatever you want, beautiful.” I take her hand and pull her off the ice, leading us back into the locker room where I shut and lock the door behind me.
Lydia drops down in my spot, bending to unlace her skates.
“I’ve got them.” I rush over, dropping to my knees to do it for her. I pull them off her feet, but don’t put her boots back on.
I take my own skates off and hang them on my locker, kneeling back down and resting my hands on her thighs, slowly gliding up and down her tights-covered skin.
“What are you doing?” Lydia asks with a humorous glint in her eyes. She glances around the empty room.
I shrug, letting a smirk cross my lips. “I’ve always dreamed of having you in here.”
Lydia’s lips contort into a frown. “Like… having me in here? Orhavingme in here.”
I wink.
The frown stays on her face. “Ew. It smells gross in here.”
My jaw drops. “What? No, it doesn’t. It’s so clean in here.”
“The sweaty foot smell almost made me puke when we first walked in. I don’t even think I could blame it on my pregnancy. It’s nasty. I am all for ticking off lists and fantasies, but I think this one might need to stay a fantasy.”
“Ugh.” I groan and stand. “Fine. But you owe me.” I peck her on the lips.
“Gladly.” She closes her eyes and kisses me deeply. Her hands roam my chest, and my pulse ramps up in delight. I love it when she lets her body take the lead.
