“Don’t underestimate your dad, Alec. He can score anytime,” she teased back.
“Ew!” He shuddered and covered his ears with his gloved hands. “Lalalalalalala. Don’t want to know about my parents having sex.”
“Get out of here, dickhead,” I joked. “Go speak to your partners, then let me know what time I’m picking you up to go to the airport.”
The smile dropped off his face, and his eyes widened. It was as if no one ever did anything nice for him. I wondered sometimes just how alone in the world he’d been. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know.” I stepped off the ice onto the rubber mats that lined the walkway around the rink and came face-to-face with Hux. “But your little EV won’t fit their luggage if they have more than one suitcase each, and you don’t want to be driving when you can be a passenger in a spacious SUV with blacked-out windows.”
He launched himself forward and hugged me, one of those back-slapping hugs that lasted a moment longer than I expected. When Hux pulled back, he blinked and shot me a small smile. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
“Anytime, son. Go take your call.”
He barked out a laugh and gave me the finger as he turned to Carina and kissed her on the cheek. He whispered something to her, and she beamed at him. She cupped his face in both gloved hands, then said something in reply. My heart soared, and the butterflies in my belly did loop-de-loops at the sight of our woman caring for my friend.
“See you, Dad. Have fun tonight,” Hux called out and the doors whooshed closed after him.
“As ridiculous as the whole mom and dad thing is, I think Hux secretly loves it,” Rusty said contemplatively.
I nodded. I really thought he did. I slipped off my glove and slid my hand into the back pocket of Rusty’s jeans, bringing him closer to me.
“You know, we haven’t taught Carina how to skate yet,” Travis pointed out as he gestured to the box sitting on the bench seat that ran along the wall.
“We haven’t,” I agreed. “Looks like she’s out of excuses, though.”
“She is,” Rusty agreed.
I shot him a smile, and he met my gaze, his eyes darkening as we stared at each other.
I hooked my finger under Rusty’s chin and tipped it higher as I stepped closer to him. I brought my mouth down onto his, a tender brush of lips at first. Rusty groaned, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue caressing his. He tasted of something sweet and addictive. I moaned, and it was as if lightning struck. Rusty reacted instantaneously, gripping my nape and pressing our bodies flush. He tangled his other hand in my hair as I gripped his ass and held him close. He owned my mouth, controlling the kiss as he tasted and teased me. My legs turned to jelly, and I gripped him harder, leaning into him as he devoured me. My dick was being strangled by the cup I was wearing; I was regretting my life choices right about then, especially when I could feel Rusty’s hardening cock against my leg.
Travis stepped up behind me and enveloped me in a hug. We were the same height when I was in skates, and he made use of it, kissing a line over my shoulder and up the side of my neck.
When Rusty finally pulled back, I leaned my head against Travis’s and sucked in a breath. My hands shook and my cock pulsed, my cup no longer containing it. I moaned despite the discomfort.
“Fuck me,” I groaned and blinked open my eyes. The lights in the rink were bright, so I directed my gaze back down at my guy.
“So hot,” he murmured and slid his hand up and under my shirt to flick my nipple.
Travis turned my face to his and ran his nose along my jaw. He nipped my lobe, then licked up a drop of sweat running down my neck.
“Hold that thought,” Travis said, stopping Rusty’s wandering hands. “We need to reacquaint Carina with having fun.”
They let me go, and I groaned, then adjusted myself, trying to stop the cup from cutting off circulation in my dick. I picked up the box from the bench seat and grinned at Carina. She was leaning against the plexiglass, her legs crossed and her arms wrapped around herself. My smile slipped.
“Are you really cold?” I asked as I went to her, then wrapped my arms around her and rubbed her back, trying to warm her up.
It had been a hot summer, and the cold air in here was a shock to the system, but I was used to moving between the two. It was second nature to me. But Carina struggled with anything under seventy-seven.
“We were going to teach you how to skate, beautiful. But are you up for it?” I asked.
“I am,” she agreed with a smile. “And I’m not cold.” She fanned herself and pumped her brows. “I could stand here all day watching the three of you, so feel free to continue.”
I hummed and tilted Carina’s face up to meet mine, then pressed a soft kiss on her lips, teasing her with a barely there touch. She gasped and rose onto her tiptoes, shifting closer to me.
But I pulled back and tugged her toque lower so her ears were fully covered. “Let’s get your skates on.”
Trav helped her into them, then tightened her laces with care, making sure her ankles were fully supported. The way she looked down at him while he did it stole my breath. It was as if he’d hung the moon and stars for her. I knew exactly how she felt. Travis loved life. He was happy and carefree. But he had a quiet competence about him too. When he concentrated on something, focusing to make sure it was done right, I couldn’t help but stare. He was breathtaking.
