45: Moments Part 2
Luci
Hunter Hayes–Wanted
At home, I change into my new shirt and jeans before driving to the hockey rink. Nervously, I
walk in the team entrance taking a deep breath as my eyes dart around. I’m here. I text
Easton.
Follow the blue lights.
I find them on the wall and follow them to the player’s entrance. I step up to the player’s bench
and call his name softly. Only part of the rink and seats are lit up.
He skates in from the side wearing a green pullover and jeans. “Come sit Luci.”
I do as he asked and he kneels down taking my boots off and replacing them with skates.
“Umm Easton, I do not know how to skate.”
He looks up while he ties them. “I know. I’m going to teach you.” He finishes the second one
and helps me to my feet. “I was right. That looks good on you.” I let him lead me onto the ice.
He faces me, holding the sides of my waist. “Stand and get a feel for being on them first. Look
at me and keep your knees barely bent. Keep your shoulders and hips over your feet.” He helps
me adjust and I laugh. “You’re going to lift your knees and feet like you are marching. After you
do each foot, I want you to push your knee toward me. You’ll glide. Repeat over and over until
we get you moving.”
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
“Yes. I thought you might like it. I won’t let you hit the ice.”
I nod following his instructions. It isn’t long before I am gliding forward. I grin excitedly and he
laughs. “I’m moving!”
“Yes sweetness you are.” He continues to teach me and thirty minutes later he has me
swizzling my feet along with pushing and gliding completely.
I can’t help but smile happily at him. “Enjoying it?” He asks.
“Yes. Sorry this can’t be that much fun for you.” I apologize.
“Wrong. I love this. Sharing something you love with someone willing to truly try it is…special. When I taught Cole to skate it was this wonderful feeling. And if they love it too, that’s a huge
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bonus.” His face has dropped the usual mask and I see his vulnerability for once. “You didn’t hesitate to join me.”
“Because this means a lot to you. Hockey, skating…it’s your passion.” I answer truthfully.
“Yeah it is.” He presses his lips together. “Can you balance for a minute sweetness? I want to do something else, but I left the remote on the bench.”
“I’ll try.” I stretch my arms out like he showed me and he skates away backwards slowly. “I’m a professional at falling on my ass. You can go.” I tell him and he laughs hard. Which warms my heart. He hardly ever laughs like that.
The lights change a bit before he skates back towards me. Music starts playing overhead. I
glance at him as he skates back my way. “Want to dance with me? First dance on ice? This is
our song anyway.” He moves my hands to his shoulders and wraps his arms around my waist.
“It is?” I ask, but then I remember. “The boys‘ dance party….”
He nods. “Yes. I had to show my son I could dance with you. I think the rules state that has to be your song. Besides, it was on your playlist. Must be a Luci favorite.”
“I do like it.” He helps me maneuver my feet around in a makeshift waltz on the ice and I laugh
when I almost completely lose my balance. “Is there a type of hockey where you can land on
your tail and move the puck with your hand?”
“Close. I’ll teach you how to play. I bet Luci Forrester has a mean snap shot.‘
“Mmm I’m thinking I probably suck. Baseball during PE growing up was not my strong suit.”
He laughs again.
“Because baseball is boring as hell and you probably lost focus constantly. You said hockey keeps your attention. But if you suck, that’s fine. I’ll be able to bet you for things I want.”
“Aha, the ulterior motives of Easton Reed are revealed.” I joke and he suddenly lifts me by my
waist up in the air and skates backwards. I yelp in surprise and he laughs harder.
“I never hid them. Sorry, but we have to go. They’ll be by to lock up soon. I lost track of time.” He skates me back to the player’s bench and I begin removing my skates. “Where do these need to go?”
“Home with you.” He changes out of his and takes mine from me to attach the guards. He slings both over his shoulder and grabs my hand for us to leave.
“You bought me skates? What if I hated it?”
He shrugs. “I was hopeful. What if I swing by the late–night coffee shop and buy hot chocolate,
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then meet you at your place to end this date?”
“I like that idea.” He helps me into my car.
“Ten minutes behind you sweetness. Go get barefoot.”
He knocks a few minutes after I get in and hands me a big cup of hot chocolate. “Maybe you
can come skate one weekend with me and Cole. He loves to go.”
I nod, smiling at him. “Oh that reminds me. The fire station near campus is decorating their
trucks Saturday after lunch for the light parade we’re going to. Kids can come watch and sit in
the truck. It’s also the home for the EMTs who responded to that car crash with Cole and I. I
thought I could come over early Saturday morning and help him decorate Christmas cookies.
Then we could go drop some off to the guys who took him to the hospital and watch them
decorate the trucks. Warner and Ari are their names.”
He groans painfully. “You want to go to a fire station with sweets and drop them off? I’m
coming too.”
“You want to join us?”
“Sweetness, I have no doubt those firefighters are going to show off for you and any other pretty girl who shows up. And you want to take them fancy cookies. Yeah not without me
standing next to you. I’m going too.”
“Do you
think I’m going to flirt with the firemen?” I ask him, laughing as I try to drink my hot
chocolate.
“No. I think they are going to flirt with you and I’m not taking any chances on the men in uniform trend not affecting you.”
Now I lean back laughing hard. “You are ridiculous.”
“No I’m perceptive and forward thinking. I’ll be ready. And do I not get any cookies too?” He
narrows his eyes at me.
“I will bring plenty of extras. Was already planning on it.”
“Good answer. Come here sweetness.” He tugs me into his lap and kisses me. “Mmm you taste like hot chocolate.” His hands wrap around my waist and I let him sweep me away.
When his fingers move to unbutton my jeans, I reach for them and stop him.
“You don’t want me to touch you?” He asks patiently.
“No. But if you are cashing in your thank you, I think I’m the one who is supposed to touch you. Otherwise, the math doesn’t add up.”
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His eyes sweep over me. “I’m not going to fight you, but I didn’t expect that yet Luci.”
“How is that fair to you?” I ask him curiously.
“It’s not about fair. It’s about making sure you are ready.”
“I like fairness. I’m weird like that. So maybe you can teach me something else tonight?” I say as I slip my fingers under his sweater. He tugs it off quickly and I trace the tattoo on his chest with a question in my eyes as I glance up at him.
“That’s Cole’s fingerprint when he was two. And his birthdate. You aren’t supposed to tattoo names or initials ever. Bad luck they say. I thought of this instead. It’s his mark on my heart. How he touched me.” He says the last parts almost reluctantly and I see that vulnerability again in his eyes. His cheeks are a little pink and I know he’s embarrassed. He goes to look away and I cup his cheek.
“That’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard, Easton Reed. You are a truly wonderful dad.” I lean down and kiss him softly. “Don’t be embarrassed. It shows how much you love him. That’s how much that sweet little boy deserves to be loved.”
“I don’t think I could say that to anyone else, Luci.” He whispers almost brokenly.
“Then I feel very special.” I tell him as I let my fingers trace all those muscles I drool over.
“You are special. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
“Then you can teach me what you like.” I unbutton his jeans and he watches me. I bite my lip nervously as I unzip them. I’m not any kind of experienced seductress so hopefully I don’t embarrass myself. His arm wraps around my waist as he lifts himself up and shoves his
jeans down to his thighs.
“Are you sure Luci?” He whispers in my ear before he leans back.
“Yes. Unless you don’t want…..” He cuts me off by kissing me desperately.
“No, I definitely want. I do nothing but dream about you touching me since that f*****g carnival when that guy asked you to ride the ferris wheel with him.” He growls. His eyes sweep
down looking over me and I watch his mouth part. He runs his tongue slowly along the back
of his bottom teeth. I’ve seen him do that before, and it’s so damn hot. “Looking at you like I
am right now. Like you should be devoured. Like I’m going to later after you touch me. You are
in charge of how fast this goes. Because I will not screw it up by going at my normal speed.”
I tug on the waistband of his boxer briefs as he watches me. I uncover his d**k and I slowly
wrap my hand around him. He hisses and his head falls back on the couch while I let my
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fingertips explore him. I already was prepared for how big he would be, considering he’s like.
six seven or eight. “How tall are you?” I ask suddenly, and he lets out a laugh that ends in a
groan.
“Six seven. Want any other measurements?” He teases. I fist around him and pump and the
laugh dies completely as he moans. “f**k your hands are like smooth silk. So soft.” He groans
again as I speed up.
“I think you like that.” For answer, he pulls my face to his and kisses me hard before changing
to a slow, deep kiss.
“A lot. A whole f*****g lot.” He says when he tears his lips away to suck in air.
I want to drive him off the edge of that control he holds onto so hard. I scoot backwards and
lean down letting my tongue lick around the tip and he lets out a strangled moan. Before he
can say anything, I wrap my lips around him and take him deep into my throat.
“Holy f**k Luci! Do you not have a gag reflex sweetness?” He’s panting.
I release him with a loud pop. “It’s extremely weak. Almost non–existent.” And I take him back
in with him hissing in pleasure.
“f**k! You are……fucking incredible.” His head is thrown back as I slowly find a rhythm that
works. He’s huge, gag reflex or not and it takes me a few minutes to figure it out. He lets out a
loud groan and his fingers move over my cheek making me look up at him. “You are way too
damn good at that. I don’t like that.” I smile and he growls, but I suck harder and take him all
the
way in making him curse. My jealous hockey player.
“Sweetness, you need to decide where you want me to come, because I’m close. So f*****g
close.” His breathing is coming in spurts and I remember reading something in a book. I swallow around him and his whole body tenses up before he groans my name. I taste him and hold him there until he gently tugs on my hair to bring my face up to his.
“Dammit Luci. That was amazing.” He leans his forehead to mine as his phone goes off. “f**k that’s Jackson’s ringtone.” I scramble off his lap to grab his phone from the coffee table. He opens it, still trying to catch his breath.
He sighs. “Cole had a nightmare and is in his bed but looking for me. Sorry sweetness, I need to go.”
“Go. He needs you.” I tell him as he pulls his jeans back up. He pulls me into his arms.
“I’ll make it up to you later. And I think I have like three more thank you’s to cash in on, right?!” He grins wickedly.
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“Hmm might be only two.” I tease him.
“See you in class. Sweet dreams my Luci. Text me if you oversleep or skip breakfast.” He
walks backwards to his truck and I smile before I shut the door. I lean against it after locking
it and think about all the little moments that added up like Sydney said. She was right. It
doesn’t feel too fast with him.
Ivory Row
Oh that Easton Reed and his mouth. When he does decide to say something sweet, it carries weight.
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