Candy for Christmas: Hockey Player vs Ice Skater (7 page)

Candy kissed the tip
then wrapped both hands along the length and laved the plane of his
cockhead. Broad strokes, as though she was licking an ice
cream.

Nolan cursed.

Candy stopped for a
moment to look up at him, then asked quietly, “Jersey on or
off?”

“
On
,” was his
hoarse answer.

Candy smiled and went
back to work. She teased his cockhead for long minutes with slow,
thorough laps, until Nolan, voice guttural, snarled something about
the penalty box, and held her head gently but firmly, as he pushed
his cock between her lips and slid home.

Nolan almost gave
thanks when he thrust deep inside the wet depths of Candy’s mouth
for the first time. Heaven. Nirvana. Shangri Li. They had nothing
on Candy Divine. He tilted her head back so he could see her face.
Her eyes were closed in bliss. She was generous. Let him lead as he
gently fucked her mouth.

His hips jerked when
her soft hands fondled the base of his cock, then trailed under to
massage his balls. She increased the pressure of her suction and he
thought the top of his head would blow off. He wanted to slide deep
down her throat but he had to decide if that’s where he wanted to
be when he came — cause he sure as hell wouldn’t be able to not
come once he got there — or in wet silken depths.

When Candy started to
take him deeper, Nolan stopped her. “Pussy,” he growled.
“
Now
.”

Candy pulled back and
panted up at him, soft lips slick and glistening. Her tongue traced
them as though searching for his taste. Then she languidly turned
away. Got down on her hands and knees, raised her sweet ass up
towards him, and sent him an inviting look over her shoulder.

Nolan groaned and fell
to his knees behind her. He shoved the jersey up to reveal the
slender elegance of her spine then took her hips in his hands to
line his cock up with her entrance. Candy sank down on her forearms
and tilted her ass higher.

Nolan pushed forward,
penetrating her slowly.

Candy gasped.
“
Nolan
.”

“Sweetest thing I’ve
ever seen, Candy.” He watched as his cock slowly disappeared, until
he was hilted inside her. “Can you feel me. Feel how deep I am?” he
asked, before sliding out. Candy’s hands clenched in the white fur
and as Nolan slid back inside she arched to meet him.

“Good girl. Just like
that, Candy.” Nolan’s hands slipped around in front, wrapped around
her knees and pulled them out wider. He put a hand on her spine,
pushing her breasts down into the fur and forcing her ass higher.
The move gave him greater access. Let him thrust deeper.

So he did.

Hard.

It also opened her wet
slit so that his searching hand found her exposed clit. He trapped
it between two fingers, squeezing. Pinched it and then began to rub
hard little circles. Incoherent nonsense spilled from Candy’s lips.
Words like,
Nolan
and
now
and
please
and
yes…

Candy was so tight she
clenched down on his cock with every long stroke, but so wet and
soft that each thrust was like gliding along ice. When he couldn’t
stand it any more, Nolan came down over her back. He braced himself
on one arm but left the other still playing with her clit. He used
it as leverage so that each time he penetrated her, he could pull
her back to meet the stroke.

Nolan’s pace increased
until he was hammering into her in half-strokes, their pelvis’s
straining against each other, need winding them higher and tighter
as it began to control their movements, bucking into each other
wildly. Candy bit her forearm to stop from screaming, but Nolan
turned her head to the side and claimed her lips in a kiss so
consuming, so knowing, it was as though he’d explored every wonder
in the universe and had found his favourite right here. In her.

Then she came,
clenching around him, triggering his own hard release. An
overwhelming pleasure that flung them up like snow flakes in an ice
storm, lost in the wilderness, in the unfathomable. And as Nolan
collapsed against Candy, murmuring sweet wickedness in her ear,
they drifted down on gentle eddies, riding the current and coming
to rest in each other’s arms.

“Candy for Christmas.
Best thing ever,” Nolan mumbled in her hair as she lay in his arms,
both of them staring up at the fairy lights.

“You got game,
Ducayne. I can’t wait to see your slapshot,” was her sleepy
reply.

He chuckled quietly
then buried his face in her hair. “You smell like cherries. Last
night it was peppermint. Tonight it’s cherries.”

“Cherries!” Candy
pulled free of his arms and hobbled naked into the kitchen.

“What did I say?”
Nolan called after her. He was just about to follow — she shouldn’t
be on that ankle so much — when she reappeared carrying a… “Is that
a pie? Did you make pie?”

“I made
cherry
pie,” she corrected.

Nolan sat up. His
voice came from deep in his chest. “You made me cherry pie?”

Candy nodded and came
back to the sheepskin carrying the hot pan in two thick tea towels.
She’d stuck a single fork upright in the middle. She spread the tea
towels out to protect the sheepskin then sat the pie on top.

As soon as the hot
dish was safely down, Nolan grabbed her arm and tugged her into his
arm. He locked their lips together. “I like cherries,” he murmured
when he let her up for air.

“I guessed that, since
you have them in winter and all.”

Snuggled in Nolan’s
arms, she grabbed the fork, scooped up some pie, and held it up to
his lips. Nolan took the offered mouthful then moaned. “Woman, you
are
dangerous
.”

They lay there on the
fur, under the twinkling lights of the tree, listening to Christmas
music and feeding each other cherry pie.

One year later

“C’mon, Levine, show
me what you’ve got.” Nolan slapped his stick on the ice a few times
as Candy took her place opposite him in the face-off circle. He’d
used red spray paint to mark it out on their pond. And after a year
together it really was
their
pond.

After last Christmas
they’d been nigh on inseparable. Nolan took a lot of shit about it
from his buddies, but he didn’t give a fuck. Everything started and
ended with Candy Levine as far as he was concerned.

After the blizzard
that trapped them together was over, Nolan needed to leave for a
game. He had a team depending on him. But after the pond incident
he hadn’t been ready to let Candy out of his sight. Or his bed —
after they finally made it there. So he’d asked her to go with him
to New York.

She hadn’t needed much
convincing. They’d spent the rest of the season either at the rink
or in his Fifth Avenue apartment. While they were in the city Candy
had set up a skating program for kids from low socio-economic
backgrounds who couldn’t afford training otherwise. She had told
Nolan, one night in bed, that after she lost her parents skating
had saved her life. She wanted to make sure other kids who needed
it would have that chance.

Over the year, as her
ankle slowly healed, Nolan taught her how to play ice hockey. She
was a quick study and one of the fastest things on ice he’d ever
seen. This wasn’t the first backyard game they’d played.

“This time you are
going down, Ducayne.”

“Bring it, Candy
Divine.” He called her that to her face now.

“Winner’s choice in
bed tonight,” she said, bending her knees to bring her closer to
the ice and sliding her grip down low on the stick.

Nolan grinned. She’d
never won a game against him. She’d scored, but never won. “You’re
on. 3, 2, 1,” he called it and their sticks went after the
puck.

There was no denying
that she didn’t really stand a chance — he was an NHL hockey player
and one of the best. But he did have one weakness on the ice.

Her.

Nolan respected her
abilities but was careful with her. When they played on a rink he’d
check her, but if they were close to the boards he always turned
and took the hit. If they were on the pond and it got rough, he
never let her fall.

She rarely won the
faceoff — he was too damn fast with that stick — but this time she
had a plan. She stopped going after the puck, skated forward and
cross checked Nolan. She banged her stick against his and tried to
push him back. She didn’t move him even an inch.

“Whoa, penalty box for
you, tough guy,” Nolan said as he dropped his stick and wrapped an
arm around Candy’s waist. He picked her up and tossed her over his
shoulder.

Laughter bubbled over
as she tried to wriggle free. She didn’t have a hope. Nolan skated
to the edge of the pond and tossed her in the fluffy snow on the
embankment. Then he came down after her. “Look what I found,” he
murmured into her lips as he kissed her.

Candy moved her legs
so her skates were clear of him. They were the hockey skates he’d
bought her and didn’t have a toe pick. That was okay. Her ankle
still wasn’t quite ready. She’d learned not to push too hard and
they could both tell that fairly soon it would be back to full
strength. But it had taken a while and Nolan always seemed to know
when she was hurting without her saying a word. So he found a
solution.

The man was
quicksilver on ice and when they weren’t playing hockey he skated
with her. That’s not to say he figure skated, because he didn’t.
Flat out refused to even try. But he skated with her in a way that
made the connection between them evident. His body was conscious of
hers. They could be at opposite ends of the ice, but there was an
ebb and flow between them. It was new to them both. New, but
cherished.

The first time they’d
come back to Colorado he’d brought her down here the the pond and
told her to try a jump. She’d looked at him askance.

“Trust me.”

She did. So she did a
triple axle and when she came down, Nolan caught her. Hands about
her waist for just a moment, steadying her, before he set her free.
The first time it happened she’d cried in his arms on the ice.
Whispered in his ear. “The ice is…”

“…part of who we are,”
he finished. “It used to be the biggest part of me, Candy, but now,
that’s—”

“—you.” This time she
finished the sentence.

It was the first time
he told her he loved her. With words, anyway.

She felt cold hands
burrow under the Rangers jersey she wore. He’d never gotten it
back. Never tried to. “So, what penalty will you have to pay
tonight?” he mused.

“You threw me in a
snowdrift. I thought that was my penalty,” she said breathlessly as
she leaned in to inhale pine and ice.

“Nah, you cross
checked, I responded. But for the penalty, I’ve got something else
in mind.”

“Like what?”

He kissed her.

“Is that the penalty
you get from all the guys who cross check you?”

“Funny. But that’s not
the penalty.”

“Then what is?”

He kissed her again.
“This.”

A movement made Candy
look to the side and her breath caught at the flash of fire and
ice. Nolan took her hand to slide the oval cut solitaire into
place, then raised it to his lips and warmed her with his
breath.

“That’s not a penalty,
Ducayne.” The words were soft. Wondering.

“Think about it for a
minute,
Levine
.”

Candy processed that
for a moment, the way he’d said her surname. Her breath rushed out
in a gasp when she realised what he meant.

Candy
Ducayne
.

She kissed him there
in the snow, on the banks of their pond, and said yes anyway.

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