Sleet Kitten: Book One of the Sleet Series

I am in so much trouble with this girl. I finally got my lips firmly pressed to hers, for all of about five seconds, and it was more intense than I had imagined. I didn’t even get a chance to properly taste her, but the feel of her lips will forever be burned into my memory. 

I wish I could’ve drawn that kiss into more than just a moment, but I knew the cameras would be all over us. And dammit, I should’ve at least warned her about the potential fanfare that dating me would stir up. But it’s not like I had expected tonight to go the way it did. 

Would it bother her to have a video of us kissing go viral? Shit. Well, at the very least – if she wasn’t sure about my intentions before – they should be crystal fucking clear now. And if I’m lucky enough to convince her to be my girlfriend, then she’ll eventually end up on an ESPN clip or photographed in some gossip rag. Either way, I’ll apologize. Not for kissing her, but for making a spectacle about it. And even though I’ll apologize, I still wouldn’t change what I did.

Earlier in the game, during one of our time-outs, Luke nudged me and gestured up to the screen. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but when I looked up and saw my Kitten paired up with some dumb-fuck kid my blood went hot. She was shaking her head and saying something, obviously distressed with the situation, before the camera panned away. I’d stopped listening to Coach and instead watched to see if the jackasses behind the camera would come back to my girl. Sure enough, a few moments later they were back on screen. And Dumb Fuck had his lips puckered up at Kitten. 

That simmering anger flipped to molten. I was off the ice and ripping my helmet off in a single raging heartbeat. If they’d have been in the front row, there’s a good chance I would have hopped the glass and strangled the poor bastard. But even without the bodily violence, I think Dumb Fuck got the message. He looked about a moment away from puking after I slammed my helmet into the glass just a few feet in front of him. 

I don’t usually relish being a big scary dude. But in that moment, I relished. 

When I broke my glare to look at Kitten, her pretty face was covered in this expression of astonishment and innocence. Like she couldn’t believe any of that had happened, and it sunk her tiny claws a little bit deeper into my chest. Since I couldn’t do any of the things that I wanted to do to her, I winked. As I’d hoped, it snapped her out of her trance, and the next time I glanced over she seemed to be scolding Dumb Fuck. Good girl.

Then Montgomery happened. I’ve been playing against him for nearly as long as I can remember. We’re the same age, we played against each other in college, and he’s always been a dick. I’m a pretty chill guy. Usually. I get along with almost everyone. But I hate Jeffrey Montgomery. He’s always trying to start fights and is constantly trash-talking on the ice. But in the past he’s never really had anything he could use to get to me riled up, making him easy to ignore. Tonight though, he saw what went down with the Kiss Cam and saw his opportunity.

We lined up for the face-off, I was focused on the game, like a fucking professional, when I heard the tail end of something he’d said. Something along the lines of “pretty mouth on her.”

So I asked, “What was that?”

To which he replied, “Your girl there has a pretty mouth. Bet it’d look extra nice if she were on her knees with my di—”

That’s how far he got. That was far enough. That prick deserved every one of the many punches I landed on his stupid face.

I’m not even worried about Coach. Before the third period I gave him the ten-second rundown on what happened, and he just patted me on the back. He’s met Katelyn, and he has a daughter. He’s perfectly fine with how I handled that, and I’m sure he’ll never bring it up again. My team though, they’re going to give me a hard time for-fucking-ever. Not about punching Montgomery, everyone hates him, they’ll give me a hard time about liking a girl. Bunch of dumbasses. But those dumbasses didn’t waste a second wading in on my behalf. Usually a fight on the ice stays between the two guys who started it. But since I don’t think I’ve ever swung first, my team didn’t hesitate to back me up. They can definitely be exasperating at times, but my teammates have my back.

I’ll deal with their ribbing tomorrow. Now, I’m showered, dressed, and ready to see Kitten. I told her to have Isabelle bring her down here. Isabelle knows every inch of this place, so I’m assuming she’ll know to bring her to the rear hallway that’s saved for nonpublic exits. I don’t want Kitten around any press or the other players. I want it to be just her and me.

Stepping through the door, I find Kitten right where I’d hoped. 

She’s leaning against the wall a few feet down the empty hallway, still wearing those cute mittens I saw her with earlier. And that low-cut shirt… But it’s her face, and her lips, that have me captivated. Just the sight of her, here, alone, makes my pulse pick up. 

The sound of the door closing behind her pulls her attention towards me. And I swear, every time our eyes meet, I feel like I know her a little bit more.

Not looking away, I stride towards her. 

She hasn’t said anything. She isn’t smiling. She’s just looking right at me. Just like I’m looking at her.

No more waiting.

I barely slow down when I reach her. With a quick squat, I can grab the back of each of her thighs, just below that perfect ass. 

Standing to my full height, I bring her with me. Instinct, or need, has her looping her legs around my waist. And pure animal lust has me taking one more step, pinning her back against the wall. I’m strong. I could hold her up. But her pressed between me and this wall is exactly where I want her. 

Her small mitten-clad hands come up to hold the sides of my face. Her chest is rising and falling against mine, her quick breaths skimming my cheeks. We lock eyes for one more heartbeat, then we both move in at the same time. 

Our lips crash together in a way that’s nearly violent. I won’t settle for sweet. Not this time. This time I need to taste her. 

I sweep my tongue against her lips, and she opens for me. The soft texture of her mittens drags down my neck before leaving me completely. A moment later, I feel her fingers scrape their way up the back of my head. I groan and press my body harder into hers. I don’t know what happened to her mittens but her bare hands send lightning bolts down my spine. 

Kitten tightens her grip in my hair and pulls as she deepens the kiss. And I let her. 

With her pinned firmly against the wall, I’m able to take one of my hands and slide it slowly, and firmly, up her side. I think she likes it since I feel her tighten her legs around me as she rocks her hips.

“Fuck, Kitten,” I growl. “Do that again.”

She does. 

I drag my hand back down to her hip so I can pull her tighter against me, even though she’s already as close as she can possibly be. 

I think I might have flipped a switch on my sweet little Kitten, because the whimpering sounds coming out of her are entirely unintelligible. And I want more. 

I rock my hips into her, and she moans. 

Goddam. I catch the sounds leaving her mouth with my own.

It should be no surprise that I’m hard as steel by now. If we don’t stop soon, I’m going to blow in my pants from dry-humping like some teenage virgin. But I don’t care. 

I grind against her. She groans. 

We’re perfectly aligned, and even through two layers of clothing, I can feel the heat from her core. And through it all, our lips never cease their touching.

I rotate my hips into hers. 

Kitten’s hands leave my hair to circle around my neck. She seems to be hanging on for dear life, even though I’m pressing her against the wall hard enough that we could both raise our hands and she wouldn’t go anywhere. 

Then I hear it.

“More.”

Her words come out as a panting whisper between kisses.

“Jackson. Please.”

Fucking hell, this is not helping me to stay in check.

“Kitten,” I growl in warning.

“I need more. Just a little more.”

“Go out with me.”

“Hmmm, what?”

I pull my lips away from hers, enough to look into her eyes. “Go on a date with me, Kitten.” I rock my hips against her again. She tips her head back and closes her eyes. Leaning in I drag my teeth across her throat. “Say yes, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Okay,” she whispers before pressing her lips against mine again.

I keep my lips brushing against hers as I demand, “Say. Yes.”

She gives me a small nod as she finally agrees. “Yes.”

Loosening my grip on Kitten, I take a step back from the wall, causing her to slide down my body. I want to make it slow. Tortuous. But not tonight. I don’t have the patience, or willpower, for that tonight. 

The second her feet hit the ground I grab her shoulders and turn her around.

“Hands on the wall,” I order.

She obeys.

I band my left arm around her ribcage, right below her breasts, as I lean over and place my lips at the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. Her arms straight out, fingers splayed across the cold hard surface of the hallway.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Kitten. Not here, not like this.” While I speak, I slide my right hand down to the top of her jeans. “But there’s no chance that I’m letting you walk away from me when you’re this worked up.” I flip the button open. “So we’re gonna do it like this. And I’ll have you coming on my fingers in just a moment. We can get to the sex part another time.” I pull down her zipper. “I promise to take it slow with you then, but right now… Right now, we’re gonna go fast.”

My fingers find the top band of her panties. Keeping true to my word, I waste no time in sliding my hand down the front of her. Greeted with warm, smooth skin, my fingers venture further until they find what they’re looking for. My Kitten’s pussy is hot and slick and so fucking perfect. The moment I make contact with her clit she loses her control.

“Oh… shit… Jackson…”

Kitten arches her back, pressing her ass into my aching cock. 

I bite her neck. I want her coming tonight, not me. With the way she was reacting to me in our earlier position, I’m positive I could’ve gotten her off just by rubbing myself against her. But as much as I’m dying here, I don’t actually want to come in my pants. And I would have. This is the only way for me to get my Kitten what she needs without embarrassing myself. Or fucking her in a hallway.

Pulling my hips back slightly, I increase the pressure of my fingers, circling her sweet spot. My left hand shifts up until I get a handful of one of her perfect tits. Even through her shirt and bra I can feel her nipple straining for attention. When I pinch it, Kitten releases a sound that tells me she’s close. 

Using my foot, I kick her feet a little farther apart. She’s unsteady, and the sounds of our ragged breathing are filling the hallway.

 Her jeans are too constricting, but I keep pressing down until I’m slipping my middle finger inside her. There’s not enough room to move my hand around the way I want to, so I just bury my finger deeper, feeling her tightness surround me. 

With a sound that’s almost pained, she tosses her head back. It thumps against my shoulder and stays there. 

Twisting a little, I’m able to catch her mouth with mine. And Kitten kisses me back with a fierceness I wouldn’t have thought her capable of in this state. Without removing my finger, I use my thumb to press against her clit. And that’s all it takes. 

Her kisses cease. 

Her entire body tenses. 

Her pussy clenches around my finger as my Kitten comes undone.

I keep the pressure up until I feel her body go limp in my arms. I’m still breathing heavy, and even without contact I was dangerously close to finishing right along with her. Slowly I drag my hand out of her panties. I button her jeans and pull up the zipper. Then, with her gaze on me, I bring my fingers up to my mouth. Kitten still looks drugged, but her eyes widen as she watches me taste her for the first time. And fuck, she tastes like kryptonite.

Turning to face me, Kitten slumps against the wall. 

I grin. “You gonna be alright, Kitten?”

She just blink, blink, blinks at me. It’s fucking cute. 

I give her a quick kiss, then I adjust myself in my pants.

She looks down at the bulge straining against the fabric. “Umm, did you want . . .”

“Oh, Kitten, I fucking want.” I release a large exhale. “But not tonight.”

She cocks her head at me like she’s trying to read between the lines. Smiling, I bend down, grab her discarded mittens, grab her hand, and lead her down the hallway.

“I’m driving you home.”

She doesn’t argue.