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  Dylan

  Maddie was the most beautiful woman in the world and I couldn’t believe she actually wanted me after all. What a colossal mix up. What a waste of time. What fools we had been.

  All I wanted now was to bury myself deep inside her, lose myself in her eyes, and never, ever come out. But first I had to take care of her. She deserved to be worshipped and I was up to the task.

  I had kissed many women but with her everything was new. I felt as though I couldn’t get enough of her warm mouth.

  But I needed more access.

  Feeling like I was on fire, I pulled her to sitting, intending to get more of her clothes off. But I stopped and examined her shirt in the dim light that filtered in through the window from the hallway.

  “A Miners jersey?” I said, surprised. “That’s the team I played for in college.”

  “It is,” she said.

  “Why are you wearing it?”

  “Why do you think,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest, grabbing the hem, and pulling it off in one fluid movement.

  “It reminded me of you,” she told me. “And no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I hated you…” She closed her eyes, pulling in a deep breath. “I didn’t.”

  “It’s all water under the bridge now, Maddie.”

  “Yeah?” she said, giving me some serious bedroom eyes. “Well, I am wet.”

  I groaned nad pushed her back down to the floor, leaving her bra on for now. I wanted to take my time. I wanted her so worked up she would beg me. Then I would give her absolutely everything she wanted. And more.

  I licked and kissed every inch of her smooth skin and then finally, finally I undid the hooks of her bra one at a time until her large breasts burst out.

  “Oh god,” I said, bending to her chest and taking one quivering nipple in my mouth.

  “Jesus Roosevelt Christ,” she swore as I sucked gently. “Yes. Yes.”

  I sucked harder, taking more of her breast in my mouth. I couldn’t get it all it in, it was so big but I felt like that was a good problem to have. The other one was plump and round in my hand, the size of a grapefruit or maybe a small melon but the softness of a ripe peach, just ready for the taking.

  I squeezed and molded the soft flesh until she was panting, circling the tight nipple with my thumb, I swirled my tongue around the hard bud in my mouth at the same time.

  “Please, Dylan,” she said, thrusting her hips against my thigh. “I need…”

  She didn’t finish but I knew exactly what she needed.

  I had her jeans off in a moment and then I was back beside her, encouraging her to open her legs wide.

  “That’s it, my girl,” I murmured my hand finding the soft mound between her legs. “Spread for me.”

  She made a mewling noise as my middle finger slid into her folds. She was wet and so slippery I nearly came in my pants. I was so hard, my cock was straining against the fabric but I wouldn’t let him out to play until she had at least one orgasm, if not two.

  I smiled, rubbing up and down her slickness. She bucked up against my hand.

  “Dylan,” she whispered and on the next movement, I slid straight inside making her gasp in pleasure. My finger was all the way in and I pumped it in and out, adding another finger and filling her. God, she was tight and I wanted nothing more than to pull down my pants and pound her.

  But not yet.

  I had waited years for this and I was going to make it last.

  Madison

  Dylan was amazing. He seemed to know just how to touch me. It made me glad I’d waited. I felt his long fingers break what was left of my cherry after all the horseback riding in my childhood. But he didn’t seem to notice.

  Good. I didn’t want him worrying about me being a virgin.

  He thrust his finger in and out and then added another and a third. I thought I would split in two as the pleasure built inside me. His thumb was on my clit, rubbing so lightly I could hardly feel it.

  Then the orgasm crashed into me so suddenly that I arched my back, thrusting against his hand as my body shuddered.

  “Oh my fucking god,” I said, when I finally relaxed back onto the tarp. He pulled out his fingers and a couple more contractions hit me.

  This was so much better than jammies and junk food.

  “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he said, kissing me. I opened my eyes and he gazed into them. “Are we really doing this?”

  “Hell yeah,” I said, lazily.

  Then he winced.

  “But I don’t have a condom.”

  I shrugged, feeling completely relaxed.

  “I’m clean and I’m on the pill. You?”

  “Same,” he said, and I chuckled. “Well, I mean, I’m not on the pill…”

  “I get it, Dylan.”

  “Alright but this floor is way too cold,” he said.

  I glanced around.

  “But Dylan. The only other place to lie down is…”

  Both our eyes went to the nice flat, wide top of the zamboni.

  “Hell yeah,” he repeated, a grin on his handsome face. “The only thing better than making love to you, Maddie, is going to be doing it on a zamboni.”

  Chapter 6

  Madison

  Dylan and I laid down on hood of the zamboni. It had been used a couple times that night and was still warm.

  “Now this is more like it,” he said, laying me on my back and covering me with his body. We started kissing again and he touched me again until I was completely wound up and on the edge of coming once more.

  “I need you inside me, Dylan,” I whispered in his ear and he froze for a moment.

  “I want that more than anything,” he said.

  “Then do it,” I said, spreading my legs wide. His tip was touching my opening and I felt so empty. I wanted to be filled with his thick cock. “Please.”

  He groaned and pushed in a little.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he said. “Feels so good.”

  “Dylan,” I gasped.

  He thrust again, his thick cock filling me and spreading me more with every inch he pushed in.

  “Yes,” I said, tilting my hips to take him deeper.

  Finally he was all the way in and our hips were tight against each other. And it felt fucking amazing.

  “Oh god, Maddie. You feel so good.”

  All I could do was moan as he pulled out and shoved back in again. All the way. He did that over and over, stimulating my g-spot until I thought I couldn’t take anymore.

  Then he rolled us over.

  “You control things now,” he said, putting his hands on my hips.

  I would have felt exposed but it was pretty dark and the desire in his eyes was obvious. Clearly he liked what he saw.

  I lifted myself up and then thrust down on him, impaling myself again and again, my breasts bouncing. It was far more stimulating in this position than when he had been on top and I soon felt my climax approaching.

  “Play with your nipples,” he ordered and I lifted a hand to my breast and began squeezing and pinching. “And rub your clit.”

  He took my other hand and put it between my legs. I quickly found my button and rubbed in delicate circles.

  The orgasm built and built as I rode him and then suddenly I shattered into a thousand pieces, screaming in ecstasy as the climax tore through me.

  My body shuddered and I clenched around him. As I began to come down, he grabbed my hips and started thrusting into me. And god help me but I felt another orgasm rising.

  “Yes,” I said, playing with both my breasts at the same time. “Yes. Oh god.”

  He drove into me harder and faster, then with a groan he came, slamming my hips against his and pressing into me tight. I felt him shooting inside me and he pulled me along with him as I convulsed once more around his rock hard shaft.

  Finally we lay still. I tried to climb off of him but he wouldn’t let me.

  “I just want to be close
to you a little longer,” he whispered, pulling me down to lay on his chest.

  When he finally pulled out, he curled around me and we fell asleep skin to skin.

  “That was amazing,” he said softly in my ear. “You’re amazing.”

  I had never been so happy in my entire life.

  Dylan

  Madison was a goddess.

  “I have never had sex this good,” I said into her neck, pressing a kiss there and making her shiver. We had fallen asleep but not for long since a zamboni, though surprisingly good for fucking, is not the most comfortable bed.

  “Me neither,” she told me and there was a funny note to her voice.

  “Maddie?” I said, frowning a bit.

  “What?”

  “You okay?”

  “I’m totally okay,” she said, sitting up and feeling around for her shirt.

  “You seem…” I tried to pinpoint what was going on… there was something about her now… something I couldn’t figure out.

  “Was it okay?” I said.

  “Oh Jesus. Yes, it was incredible,” she said, kissing me on the cheek and carefully climbing down off the zamboni to find her clothes. I watched her lovely ass disappear and then climbed down myself.

  But if it was okay, then what wasn’t she telling me?

  “Is there something you want to tell me?” I asked, pulling my shirt back on and searching the tarp for my underwear.

  “You sure nothing’s wrong?” I said, seriously starting to doubt my abilities as a lover. “Maybe you didn’t come?”

  The thought seemed crazy. You can’t fake orgasms like that with the flushed skin and the full body convulsions.

  And, yes, I had googled physical signs of an orgasm.

  “Christ,” she said, shaking her head. “Of course I came. I have never had orgasms like that in my life. Not so many. Not so hard. Never.”

  There it was again. That funny tone.

  “You’re sure you’re not keeping something from me, Maddie? Because that’s not really a good way to start off,” I said.

  “Start off?” Her head whipped around.

  “Aren’t we starting something?” I said, hoping she wasn’t about to shut me down again.

  She nodded an incredulous smile on her face.

  “So then you can’t keep things from me. Are you?”

  “Noooo,” she said, drawing the no out. “I’m not. Not really.”

  “But a little bit?” I said, holding my thumb and fore finger a small distance apart.

  “Fine,” she said, breathing out forcefully. “I was a virgin. And now I’m not. That’s all.”

  “A virgin?” I was frankly shocked. The way she’d responded. She hadn’t seemed like she didn’t know what she was doing. But then, I had been balls deep inside her and I hadn’t really been paying close attention to her technique. It was enough my dreams were coming true. I had no desire to question things.

  “Yes,” she said, looking embarrassed again. “But it’s no big deal. Can we please not make it a big deal?”

  Not a big deal that I had been her first? I begged to differ. I felt like a million bucks. I loved that no other man had ever touched her.

  And it made me want to take her again.

  Maybe against the wall this time?

  But I held back. She might be sore.

  Instead, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

  “I won’t make it a big deal, if you don’t want it to be but you should know…”

  “What?” She stared up into my eyes.

  “I am honoured.”

  “Oh sheesh,” she said, dropping her eyes. But I lifted her chin with my hand until she was looking at me again.

  “I am,” I said, and then I kissed her and I tried to put everything I was feeling into that kiss. Everything I couldn’t tell her. Everything I didn’t know how to say. When we eventually pulled back, she blinked at me.

  “Wow,” she said and I grinned.

  “I agree.”

  Madison

  We tried to sleep on the tarp but it was just too cold and the concrete floor was too uncomfortable. So we sat up and talked late into the night. When four o’clock came and went, Dylan got pensive and quiet. I wondered what was going on.

  “You okay?” I said, taking his hand and loving that I could.

  He gave it a squeeze.

  “Yeah. It’s just I got in trouble for my bad decisions yesterday and I was supposed to meet Coach on the ice at five. Now I’m going to miss it and he’s probably not going to be very forgiving.”

  “Even if you tell him you were locked in with a zamboni and a crazy woman?”

  He laughed and I loved the sound.

  My heart was in some serious danger of falling for Dylan but I ignored my worries and decided I would just enjoy the time we had together.

  “Even with such an airtight excuse.”

  I frowned. It was terrible that he would get in trouble because of me.

  “No, no,” he said, reading my mind. “Don’t go blaming yourself. This is not your fault. I made my choices.”

  “And if I hadn’t been hiding from you, none of this would have happened.”

  “You were hiding from me?”

  “Yes?” I grimaced.

  “Why?”

  “You reminded me of a time when I was awkward and anxious all the time. I just didn’t want to relive that. Besides, I thought you were a jerk who tried to go out with me for a bet.”

  “But all that’s behind us now, right?” And he was so unsure that I took his face in my two hands and kissed him.

  “Yes. It’s all behind us.”

  He nodded.

  “Good. But did you hear what you said, Maddie?”

  “What?”

  “None of this would have happened,” he repeated, gazing into my eyes in a way that made my heart thump. “Do you really wish that?”

  “No, no,” I said, quickly. “Never. I have no regrets and never will.”

  “Exactly.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “So, don’t worry about me missing a workout. I’ll figure it out. Come on, do you want to drive the zamboni?”

  “What?”

  “The zamboni. Come on. Climb up here,” he said, getting into the driver’s seat. “Sit beside me. Come on. It’ll pass the time.”

  “My butt is not going to fit beside you on that seat,” I said, giving him an incredulous look.

  “Come on, Maddie,” he said, making a pretend pouty face.

  “Fine,” I said. “But for the record, this is stupid.”

  I climbed up beside him and we tried to squeeze ourselves onto the seat together.

  “Dylan, I’m going to fall.”

  “You’re not, come here,” he said, trying to kiss me.

  But the movement made me shift my weight and I tipped off the seat, barely catching myself from falling five feet to the hard concrete.

  He yanked me back up.

  “Sorry,” he said, eyes wide and a little worried. “You okay?”

  “Yes,” I said, not concerned about my own safety. “But what was that sound? When I almost fell?”

  “What sound?”

  “There was a squeak. Get off the seat, Dylan,” I said, scrambling to get off. He did too. I wiggled the seat and realized that the seat moved. I mean, it was supposed to move.

  I tugged and it opened.

  There was storage under the seat. And in it was what looked like a toolbox.

  “Tools,” I said, pulling the kit out excitedly.

  “There’s a screwdriver,” I said, taking it out and heading for the door.

  Three minutes later, I had the door open.

  I beamed at Dylan.

  “Just in time for your practice,” I said and he kissed me soundly.

  “Walk me to the dressing room?”

  “Sure,” I said, grabbing my stuff. He hefted his hockey bag on his shoulder and we walked as quickly as we could to his dr
essing room.

  “I’ll call you later, okay?”

  “Sure,” I said, walking him right up to the door. He kissed me on the cheek.

  “Last night was amazing,” he threw over his shoulder as he gave the door a yank.

  As he went in, I saw another man with half his equipment on when the door opened. Another guy stood, still fully dressed, on the other side of the room.

  As I started to walk away, I could hear the first man’s voice.

  “Who’s the chick?” He asked.

  I stopped walking. Mistake. I know. But I couldn’t help it. I listened.

  “Madison Davies,” Dylan said.

  “The Madison? The one from college?”

  “Yes,” Dylan said and I could hear satisfaction in his voice.

  “Did you fuck her?”

  “I sure did,” Dylan said and I heard them high five.

  “Dylan, you dog, you. You’ve been wanting to get in her pants for years, right? Finally. Congrats, man. Another notch for the old belt, huh?”

  My feet were moving before I could hear anymore. What was it they said about eavesdroppers? They never heard anything good. Or something like that.

  Well, that was definitely the case here.

  After all his sweet words, I had just been a conquest after all. Maybe he even knew I was a virgin? Did that count for more notches?

  God I was so stupid. What had I been thinking, believing that Dylan Jones had held a candle for me all these years.

  I was a bigger fool than I had previously thought.

  But I wasn’t going to be an idiot any longer.

  I took out my phone as I made my way out of the arena and found where Dylan had put his contact information. Trying to read the screen through my tears, I blocked the number and then deleted his contact.

  Dylan Jones would always be my first.

  I couldn’t change that.

  But I never wanted to see him - or a zamboni - again as long as I lived.

  Chapter 7

  Dylan

  “Who’s the chick?” Hunter said, as I entered the dressing room and the door closed behind me. I felt exhausted - like it was four thirty in the morning and I hadn’t slept all night. But I was elated at the same time. Maddie and I were getting together.