Candy for Christmas: Hockey Player vs Ice Skater by Novalee Swan Page A

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.

Epilogue
    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.