Center Ice (Boston Rebels Book 1)

“I really did think you were joking,” she says as she stands in the doorway to my bedroom. Her eyes focus on the pole set up in the corner, then she looks over at me, skepticism written across her face.

“We had a deal.” I slide my arm around her waist and pull her to me. Her back rests against my chest, and my breath carries over her hair when I say, “And I plan to collect.”

She steps away from me, walking straight over to the pole. Did I have to buy a new dresser and rearrange my whole room in order to accommodate this pole? Yes. But as she grips it in one hand, leaning back and pulling on it like she’s testing whether it’s sturdy or not, I realize I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

“I’ve literally never danced for anyone before. Even my sister and friends don’t know that I take pole dancing lessons.”

“If not for the performance aspect, why do you take lessons?”

“I wanted to do something fun and empowering that would also be a good workout.”

I take a seat on the end of my bed, facing her. She’s holding on to the pole with one hand, her arm fully extended, and her ankles crossed near the base. She’s fully covered in her leggings and sweatshirt, but just the thought of her in fewer clothes has my dick stirring.

She takes a few quick steps and a small leap, then hooks one leg around the pole while bending her other leg so that her feet meet behind her. She spins around the pole a few times, so graceful and light.

Once her feet are back on solid ground, she looks at me over her shoulder and the wink she gives me has me up on my feet and closing the distance between us.

When she turns to face me, I back her right into the pole so that she’s pressed up between it and me. My fingers glide along her hips and under the hem of her sweatshirt until I find the soft skin of her abdomen, and I tip my face down and inhale her scent—the honey and citrus smell I’ve come to love.

I can’t imagine not having her in my life. I love every single thing about this woman.

“What’s wrong?” she asks. That’s when I realize that I’m completely frozen in place, like a rigid statue pressed up against her.

“Nothing,” I say, giving my head a little shake to clear it as I step back to give myself a little breathing room. I could get lost in her so deep that I’d never find my way back…and that doesn’t scare me as much as it probably should.

She tilts her head back along the pole so she’s looking up at me, and the delicate column of her neck is begging for me to kiss it. She gazes up at my face, and I see the concern and the lust swirling together in those bright blue eyes. Then she brings a hand up to my cheek, cupping one side of my jaw. “Drew, what’s wrong?”

I press my lips together between my teeth, then say, “Nothing’s wrong, I promise.”

“Then why did you just get that look on your face, like you were panicking?”

Beneath her sweatshirt, I press my hands into her sides, holding her tightly. “I just had a second…where I was kind of overcome by the realization of how much I love you. I already knew I couldn’t see myself with anyone else, ever. I already knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But…” In this moment, words seem to be failing me. “But this is the first time I’ve ever felt completely overwhelmed with how much I care about you.”

Her lips curve up in a smile, and I know she’s not ready to say those words back to me, and that’s fine. I don’t want her to say them until she’s ready. But I want her to feel secure in knowing what my feelings are.

She slides her hand from my jaw to the back of my neck, pulling me toward her. And when her lips meet mine, the kiss is languid, like she’s drawing this kiss out to savor the moment. I return her kiss, but when her throaty moan reverberates against my mouth, I can’t hold back. My hands slide up her sides as I lift the sweatshirt over her head.

Beneath it, she’s wearing a sexy black lace bodysuit, and when I kneel in front of her and drag her leggings down, I realize she’s not wearing anything under it. In fact, I’m not sure it’s a bodysuit after all—it seems more like lingerie.

I remain on my knees, my fingers toying with the edges of the lace fabric where they rest above her hipbones. As I slide my thumbs under the seams, her body shakes with a shudder that matches the look of longing on her face. I spin her around so she’s facing the pole and I press her back forward while telling her to hold on.

With her hands clasped on the pole above her head and her back arched so her ass is in my face, the blood rushes to my cock so fast I’m practically dizzy. The lace of the thong runs between that peach of an ass, and I want to sink my teeth into her so badly my mouth waters.

Instead, I pepper kisses up the back of one thigh, across the slope of her cheeks, and then down the other thigh. And when she moans, pressing herself back toward me farther, I drag my hands from where they’re gripping her legs just above her knees, and slide them along her inner thighs until my thumbs meet at her entrance.

She tilts her hips backward and up, trying to make contact with my thumbs, and instead of letting her, I place one hand on her ass and slide my other hand forward, slipping my fingers under the front of the bodysuit to find her clit.

She moans again, so damn eager for my fingers. I pull the thin scrap of lace fabric to the side to fully expose her to me, then bring my fingers back to coat them in her arousal before sliding them forward and rubbing them over her clit. Her hips move, trying to increase the friction, and I bring my tongue to her entrance as I move my fingers faster.

My cock is pressing against the zipper of my jeans so hard it’s almost painful, and the noises coming out of Audrey’s mouth are only making the situation in my pants worse. I pull my fingers from her clit and use them to adjust the bodysuit back in place, then my hand that’s on her ass gives her a little slap. “Dance for me.”

“Drew!” She spins around to face me. “You can’t just stop like that.”

“I can, actually,” I say as I stand.

She steps toward me, her hand cupping my cock through my jeans. “How would you feel if I had you halfway to coming and stopped?” She’s gripping me in her hand, her thumb sliding over the head of me, but I can barely feel it because the damn zipper’s in the way. As much as I want to throw her on the bed and bury myself in her eager little cunt, I’m playing the long game here.

Bringing my hands to her breasts, I run my thumbs over the stiff peaks of her nipples, and in response, she closes her eyes and sighs. “Dance for me, and then I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll still feel me in your dreams.”

She lets out a deep sigh. “Drew, the thought of having my body on display like that⁠—”

“Has me about to unload in my pants,” I finish for her. “There is nothing about your body that I don’t love.” I trail my hands from her breasts down her sides and grip her hips as I drop to my knees for her. Pressing kisses across her soft stomach through the sheer lacy fabric, I trail my lips down between her legs, where I press my tongue to her clit while I move my hands down to grip the backs of her strong thighs. “You are fucking perfect,” I say, sitting back on my heels and looking up at her. “And I’m going to worship your body after I see what you can do on this pole.”

She gives me a playful roll of her eyes. “I’m not very good.”

“Let me be the judge of that.”

“You have a lot of experience judging people’s pole dancing abilities?”

My laugh is practically a snort. She’s so cute when she’s jealous. “No. I’ve never seen anyone pole dance before.”

“Not even at a strip club?”

“You might find this surprising,” I tell her, “but I’ve only been to a strip club once, for a bachelor party. And no, there was no pole dancing.”

“Well, I’m glad the bar is low, at least,” she says, biting her lip.

“Audrey.” The word is sharp, and she looks down at me, her bright eyes assessing me from behind those dark, thick lashes. “There is no bar. I’m not comparing you to anyone else, and never will. You’re it for me.”

Her shoulders relax as she sighs out, “Fine. But I need my phone.”

“I’ll be right back,” I say, as I rush to my feet before she changes her mind. I grab her phone off the coffee table where I left it, and bring it back to the room, where I find her running her hands along the pole like she’s testing it out.

She opens an app and music fills the space. I unbutton and unzip my jeans before taking a seat at the end of my bed, because the pressure in there is actually painful. I’m not sure how long I can even watch her before I’ll need to have her, but whatever this mental block is about her feeling comfortable with me seeing her body, we need to move through that.

Gripping the pole, she swings around again, with one leg out and one leg around the pole, and then she pushes both arms off the pole and sweeps a leg through so she’s doing some sort of a V sit as she spins.

At the bottom of the pole, she places her feet on the ground, takes a few steps around as she grabs hold high on the pole with both hands, and then bends her inside leg around the pole so she’s gripping it with the back of her thigh and inside of her knee. As she spins, she slides her inside arm down the pole and extends it out in front of her, holding the pole between her ribcage and the inside of her arm, and as she kicks her outside leg out and back, she extends her outside arm behind her and glides through the air gracefully as she circles that pole.

Seeing her like this, so strong, powerful, and sexy, is pushing the limits of what I can stand without touching her. I know she’s not done, but I’m done waiting.

As I stand and stalk toward her, our eyes meet. She finishes her spin around the pole, and as I get to her, she spreads her legs open in a V in front of her, wrapping them around my waist and grinding herself over my cock.

Letting go of the pole, she wraps her arms around my neck, and I back her into the long piece of metal, hoping it’s sturdy enough for both our weight. She hisses as her back meets the cold pole, but I thrust up against her, giving her the friction she wants as I move against her.

My hands are at her shoulders as I drag the delicate straps of her body suit down, and she carefully pulls one arm out at a time, freeing her breasts to me. My mouth and hands are on them instantly, sucking and rubbing those pretty pink nipples in a way that has her grinding herself against me almost frantically. She’s so sensitive, and if the breathy sighs leaving her mouth are any indication, she’s worked up already and I haven’t even touched her.

“Put your feet on the floor.”

“So bossy,” she says, but she unwraps her legs from my waist and does as I ask. I pull the bodysuit down her abdomen and over her hips, letting it drop to the ground.

“Now spread your legs.” She slides her feet apart, keeping her back along the pole for balance. I bring my tongue to her center, smiling against her when I find her drenched. “You’re always so ready for me. Tell me what you want.”

She runs her tongue along her lips. “I want you to make me come so hard I’ll still feel it in my dreams.”

“Look at you, repeating my words back to me like such a smartass.”

She smirks down at me, and I bring two fingers up, slipping into her fast and hard. Her head falls back against the pole as she hisses out, “Yes.”

When I lean forward, pulling her clit between my lips with gentle sucks, she moans out my name, and I’m certain I’ve never heard or seen anything sexier. I fuck her hard with my fingers, and don’t let up on her clit, so that I have her on the edge quickly. “Fuck yes, Drew. Don’t stop.”

I reach up with my free hand and tweak her nipple between my fingers, and she lets out a guttural groan, and then her hips are bearing down on my fingers over and over. I flick and swirl my tongue over her clit, picking up the speed and intensity until she’s practically screaming, “Drew, yes, fuck yes!” as she comes all over my fingers.

“You’re so fucking needy for me. I want you to see what I do to you,” I say as I stand, holding my two fingers in front of her face until she opens her eyes.

She’s breathing hard, short bursts escaping her lips as she rests back against the pole, and she gives me a lazy smile before she takes my hand and sucks those fingers into her mouth. “Now fuck me, Drew. I need to feel you inside me.”

I sweep her into my arms so fast I don’t think she even registers what’s happening until I set her on my bed. Standing beside her, I drop my jeans and boxers, and then reach over, taking her wrists and bringing them above her head. She watches me intently as I grab a coiled necktie off my nightstand.

“Recognize this?” I ask as it unfurls above her head. It’s the one I wore with the shirt that matches her eyes. She nods, saying nothing but looking up at me with trust in her gaze. I’m glad we’ve established that, at least.

I loop a leg over her and bring my other knee up to the bed so that I’m straddling her. “You remember what you said, right?”

She swallows, recognition dawning on her face before she looks at me coyly and says, “What did I say?”

“That you’d replace me with your vibrator.”

“Hmmm.” The sound rattles around in the back of her throat. “I seem to remember something along those lines. And I think, in response, you threatened to tie me up and provide me with endless orgasms?”

“You’re about to regret those words.”

“Drew, I mean this as respectfully as possible.” Her lips curve into a smile when she says, “Shut up and make me come again.”

I lean forward and loop the tie around her wrists a few times before tying it off. Then I take the long tail of the fabric and tie it around the post that connects my headboard to the bed frame.

When I look down at her, she’s licking her lips as she stares at my cock where it rests right between her breasts.

“I hope you remember that request, because I’m about to disrespect the fuck out of you. Open that mouth, beautiful.”

She does as I ask, and I lean forward farther, gripping the top of the headboard above me with one hand while I hold her wrists against the bed with the other, and then I angle my hips down so the tip of my cock brushes against her parted lips. Circling her tongue around me, she opens, and I push inside. I’m careful not to go too deep, as it would be easy to make her gag at this angle, and that’s not my goal. I just want to be good and wet for what I’ve got planned next.

She closes her lips around me, sucking me into her mouth as she runs her tongue along the bottom of my shaft while the top presses into the roof of her mouth. I thrust into her with relatively shallow pumps, until she moans again, and I’m so turned on that the vibrations have me about to come down the back of her throat. When I pull out quickly, she looks up at me in surprise.

I scoot back a bit so my cock rests in the crevice between her breasts, and then I bring my hands to them, cupping each side and pressing them together around my length. I look at her to make sure she’s okay with me using her body like this, and she gives me a nod. As I start to move, I run my thumbs over her nipples, and she grunts out a “Yes” is response.

I watch her watching me fuck her perfect tits this way. Under me, her legs fall open and her hips are moving. “Drew, I need you inside me. Or I need you to let me touch myself.”

“Your hands are staying tied up.” I run my thumbs across her nipples faster than before, and she bites her lip through a moan. She’s sexy as fuck, with her dark hair spread out around her and her hands tied up on my pillow. “Tonight’s about me making you come until you beg me to stop.”

Releasing her breasts, I reposition myself so I’m between her legs, which are spread wide apart and waiting for me. And then I bring my face to her again, and I don’t hold back. My tongue flicks over her clit fast and hard, and when I sink my fingers into her and curl them toward her abdomen, she rides my fingers and chases that second orgasm until she’s chanting my name. “I need you inside me, Drew,” she says on a breath, her eyes earnest as I feel her muscles starting to contract around my fingers.

“I will be.” I lift my head to tell her. “Most likely for orgasm four or five.”

She falls apart at that moment, her hips coming up off the bed to meet my fingers. I’m gentler with her as she rides the waves of that orgasm, and when she’s done, she practically dissolves into the bed.

“Holy shit,” she says, and a contented sigh leaves her lips. “How do you do that to me?”

“What?”

“Make me come in, like, three minutes.”

“Three minutes seems like a long time. I bet we can do better than that.”

“Drew…” She says my name in that warning tone I enjoy too much.

“I like it so much better when you’re screaming my name.”

“Was I?”

“Honey, I haven’t even met my neighbors yet, but I’m confident they know my name now.”

Her cheeks flush. “I guess you’d better stop giving me such great orgasms, then.”

“I’ll tear up the floor and install soundproof insulation if needed, because there’s no way in hell I’m not delivering these orgasms regularly.”

I trail my fingers along her abdomen, then I push off the bed and prop myself up on my elbow beside her so I’m looking down at her. “So how many more orgasms do you think I’m going to get out of you before you’re begging me to stop. Because I’m pretty sure I could do this all night.”

“Oh my God, Drew, no. I need you inside me and then maybe I can give you one more. But that’s all I’ve got in me.”

“No way, Mama,” I tell her, watching that same shiver of desire snake through her that I saw when I used that term the day before my road trip. “I’m not fucking you until you give me at least one more orgasm first.”

Her face is a mask of defiance when she says, “Make me.”

And so I do, two more times, just to prove a point. And right before she climaxes the last time, she’s begging me to fill her, whimpering and writhing beneath me, and I can’t hold back any longer. I’m so keyed up after giving her four orgasms that there’s nothing gentle about the way I fuck her, but if the way she screams my name as she comes is any indication, she doesn’t want gentle anyway.

She falls asleep in my arms before I can even clean her up, and as I watch her sleep, it occurs to me that I’m going to need to get some soundproof insulation for the walls too, and maybe a soundproof door. Because once I convince her and Graham to move in here, we’re going to need our privacy in the bedroom—my girl does not know how to be quiet.