I rocked up with my hips, loving the little gasp he made. Loving how quickly he was fully hard again. And really loving that he rutted against me without any prompting.

His exhalations brushed my lips, and I barely resisted pulling his head down to taste his mouth. I did run my hands down his back and grab his ass, urging him on as I arched up. If I’d had the room, I would have spread my legs wide and begged him to fuck me.

I wanted him inside me. I wanted to be inside him if he was into it. I wanted to suck and fuck and be naked together—maybe in a bed rather than the arena floor—and I wanted to make him come harder than he ever had. I wanted to make it so good for him and see him smile and laugh and fall asleep in my arms until we woke and he kissed me.

My cry echoed in the empty rink as I shot my load, jerking and clinging to Henry, the pleasure running shockingly deep considering we weren’t skin to skin. He dropped his forehead to my shoulder, his breath warm and moist on my neck as he fucked against me urgently.

“That’s it.” My voice was hoarse. “You want to come for me?”

He whimpered again, and it was still adorable. I wanted to give this man all the orgasms. He was so needy and desperate under his cool shell, and it made my heart twist in a way I couldn’t understand. He was my fiercest competitor, and I shouldn’t have wanted to give him anything but second place.

When he came, Henry gasped and quivered against me, and I held him with my hands spreading on his lower back. There wasn’t enough room between the bleachers to get my arms around him. My tight shoulder blade did not appreciate our position one bit, but I’d have stayed squeezed together all night.

Of course we didn’t. Henry climbed off me, and we went back to find our blade guards, both of us wet and sticky from coming in our pants. It felt very high school, and we were surely too old for this, but Henry had gotten under my skin and made me lose my mind.

Making sure we left no trace, we hurried out the back door. I reset the security code and turned the key, yanking on the door multiple times to ensure it was definitely locked.

Henry had wet wipes in his car—because of course he did—and we cleaned our junk as best we could, laughing at the absurdity and changing into spare practice pants in the back seat.

Snow fell thickly, and Henry drove carefully back to the condo in the waning afternoon. The seat warmer was amazing on my ass, and I held my fingers to the vents. Could I convince Henry to hit the Tim’s drive-through?

“I didn’t get you anything.”

He seemed genuinely pained, and I rubbed his arm. “It’s okay! You didn’t have to. Besides, every orgasm is a gift.”