"Can we please just stay in tonight and let me cook."
"You’re going to be sore tonight. While I don't mind rubbing you down later, I don't want you standing over the stove cooking. You have no idea the muscles that you use when skating."
"If I can prove to you that I won't be sore tonight can we hang out at home?"
"You can't prove you won't be sore, gor-" Not even waiting for him to finish, I jump up and sprint my way around the ice. I make a full circle skating with ease.
I've actually been skating since I was a kid. I'm not a figure skater or anything, but I can probably skate as well as Brett. It was fun to watch him baby me though. He took such good care of me, and kept me tucked into his body. I was more than happy to play the 'helpless woman in need of rescue' role. He looked like he was really enjoying it.
I slowly glide back in front of Brett who is sitting with his mouth hanging open, and a lip curled in disgust.
"I promise, I won't be sore. Can we please stay home tonight?"
"Yes, we can stay in but you’re definitely going be sore, and I'm not talking about from skating." He flies off the bench throwing me over his shoulder and spinning in circles around the ice. Maybe I don't skate as well as Brett after all.
The rest of the day on the pond was a blast. We acted like kids challenging each other to races and arguing about who won. Brett was only slightly annoyed that I pretended not to know how to skate, but he was very annoyed that he didn't already know that about me. So we spent the afternoon sharing silly facts about ourselves.
We were frozen, but I think we were both reluctant to leave our little picturesque haven. We drove home still chattering about anything and everything. It was perfect.
Brett
I'M AN ass. I know it. You know it. And tonight Jesse would learn it. We just spent the best day together. She hustled me again. I really should start expecting that from her. She told me random facts about the real Jesse Addison. Like how she color coordinates her M&M's before eating them, and how she has some weird obsession with new socks. I felt whole today skating around the pond with her, and it scared the shit out of me.
Jesse has wedged her way deep into my heart. She loves me. I can see it every time she looks at me. It kills me to see such emotion in her eyes, knowing that I can't give her back what she deserves. Do I care about Jesse? Unquestionably. Do I see a future with her? Yes, for as long as she is willing to stick around. Can I be the man she deserves? Absolutely not.
We got back from our day at the pond and jumped directly into the hot shower. We were both still shivering, even after the long drive home with the heat on full blast. I would have been fine with a cup of coffee, but when Jess suggested the shower, I felt obligated to take advantage of her naked body. I'm a gentleman like that.
I gave her a few orgasms in the shower before carrying her to the bed to retrieve a condom to finish things off. That's one thing I don't play about. We're always safe. Even though she is on the pill, the last thing I need is to bring a baby into this fucked up life of mine. Maybe one day, but that is so far in the future it doesn't even register on radar.
The sex is always amazing with Jesse. Her body was made for me. Every curve of her small frame is nothing short of spectacular. For a girl who is so shy in other aspects, Jesse is not afraid to tell me how she wants it in the bed. I roll on a condom and she tosses her inhibitions out the window. Fully clothed, she still blushes when I tell her what I want to do, but once she's naked she gives as well as she takes. All I can see is Jesse, which is why what happened later that night confused the hell out of me.
"Stop!" I yell as she straddles my lap, tickling my over sensitive stomach.
"Say it."
"No, I'm not ticklish. I'm a fucking man!" She continues laughing as I squirm underneath her.
"Say it, Brett. I'm not stopping until you say it."
I have no idea who she thinks she is. The only reason all one-hundred pounds of her is still sitting on top of me is because I like the way she feels naked sitting on my stomach, still wet for me. She reaches back and teasingly drags her nails up my sides causing me shout.
"Sarah, stop!" The entire world stops turning. I immediately go still and I'm not even sure if Jesse is breathing.
"You just called me Sarah," she says so quietly, I can barely decipher the words from breaths. I know exactly what she said though. I have two ears. I heard the name come out of my mouth. I look up to see her sitting frozen staring down with the sparkle of tears forming in her eyes.
"What? No I didn't!" I laugh. We both know it's a lie, but I can't help the fact that I say it anyway.