Skating on broken ice

Chapter One | Mason

This woman is going to kill me.

In all her grace and beauty, she is going to be the death of me.

The air surrounding me is cold, but my body heats with the uncontrollable need to watch every curve and swirl she is performing in front of me.

My teammates eyes are fixed on her too. Watching the shimmering cloth fluttering around her waist, fascinated by the glittery body wrapping the curves of her body perfectly.

"She's good," Liam mutters next to me. "And hot." His blue eyes follow her skate over the ice.

My hazel ones can't get enough of her. The lightness with which she flows around the arena is my kind of porn.

My favourite type of porn. The type I have watched an embarrassing amount of time late at night in the shadow of my covers.

I don't need the finest stars on my incognito browser if I have her. My body reacts the same. The way she looks so free and completely in her own world, while her body lifts in the air and spins at a dizzying speed.

"Fuck, who's she?" Hudson calls from my other side. I can't find the strength to turn to our trusted goalie or to answer him. My only wish is to be alone with her, that this performance would be for me alone and not the whole roster of the Harvard Crimson ice hockey team.

"My guess is the figure skater, the coach told us about," Liam says from his spot next to me. "You know the potential next Olympic champion or something."

"Yeah, fair. I no longer mind her stealing our ice." The hulky man leans over the boards, which makes my eyes finally tear from her. Hudson looks at her like she will be his next adventure in bed.

Over my dead body will his inked hand get the chance to touch her soft skin, when I should be the only one to have that privilege.

My brain pulls out the memories I so carefully tried to forget. I did, once. But I'll never forget the feel of her skin and never forgive myself for doing it.

"Black, you want to say something?" Hudson smiles next to me, noticing my clenched fist. I shake my head, my eyes moving back to the figure skater lighting up the ice.

"All good." My answer is sharp and snappy.

The snickering sound from the other side tells me that Liam thinks this is very amusing. "What is it, Captain?"

My eye twitches at the name more than it should. It should make me feel proud not guilty.

She skates in front of us, turning with ease. Our eyes all snap back to her body, moving to the faint music in the background. Her half-open hair flows behind her like it's part of the choreography.

"Because damn, I hit that in a second, but you look like you'll want to kick my ass." There is an amusing tone in his voice. With an annoyed look, I turn towards the sophomore with the blue eyes glinting with mischief.

"She's off-limits." The sting in my chest makes my voice have a dangerous undertone. With these words, I turn back to the ice.

The current world champion of women's ice skating makes one last spin before stopping in her signature move. Her arms throw over her spine, bend backwards in an unnatural pose. But she makes it look easy, like with everything she has done in this routine.