It’s not the first time I have the feeling that everything is different between us. And yet, the same. There is no discomfort. There isn’t that feeling that usually comes when I want to be alone.
I prefer to lie here looking at her.
“Hello, Sunny. My hands rest on her hips, holding her gently and my fingers run along the base of her spine.
“Hello, Jas. His fingers spread over the dancer tattoo on my ribs and we stare at each other for a few moments. What are we going to do today?
-What you want. “My hands throb, and her cheeks turn pink as my cock hardens beneath her.
“Are we going to leave this country house?” His head tilts as he asks the question.
“It would probably be the polite thing to do if we did.”
-Since when do you care about being polite? You usually sit in a corner with the brim of your cap down so that no one talks to you.
-Yes but it does not work. You talk to me anyway.
He slaps me playfully on the chest.
“Okay, okay. “We’ll go see everyone…” He looks at my chest and pinches my nipple. But not yet.
I hum, taking my hands off of him and putting them behind my head as if I were lying on some beach.
“Definitely not yet.
His eyes lock onto mine and he looks into my face.
-Tell me what I have to do.
-Yeah?
He bites his lip, trying not to smile at me.
-Yeah.
“Are you in pain?”
-Have you seen your cock?
“Answer the question, Sloane.
She scoffs and rolls her eyes, looking spoiled.
-Yeah. I mean, I’m a little sore…
-Good. Come here and sit on my face.
When I lunge forward and grab her, she screams.
And when I make her cum, she screams my name.
-This is not fair! Sloane calls from the opposite side of the pond, hot breath puffing in small clouds before her. You guys have an NHL player on your team!
Vaughn, Billie’s husband, shouts from our side, “To be fair, your team isn’t in the NHL this year!”
Cole groans and rolls his eyes.
Griffin, Nadia’s husband, who I also recognize as a retired football player, punches her on the shoulder with a grumbling Jerk .
-I’m sorry man. Vaughn laughs. Lifelong Vancouver Titans fan. It is not personal.
I tap the ice with my cane and smile at him.
-No problem. I understand. There are no tastes when someone is a Titans fan.
A chorus of oooohs sounds around us.
Everyone agreed that they needed to take a day off. They decided to play shinny on the frozen pond, and I don’t hate it.
With the weight of Beau’s absence on my shoulders, I’m looking forward to getting back on the ice. But instead of skating gear, what I have are boring skates on rough ice and work gloves with a heavy old stick and old pads.
“Okay, enough of the shit talking. Stefan, the most refined of the group, skates over and gestures for all the men to come to him.
-What are you? The captain now? Just because you’re the evil mastermind of the group?
Vaughn rolls his eyes, clearly the playful one.
-It’s the high collar. Griffin points to the perfectly polished men’s sweater. Only a man with enough balls to be captain would be caught dead wearing one.
-Guys! -Stefan laughs-. My neck is hot so leave me alone. Worry about Mira. He tilts his chin over my shoulder to where the woman with long black hair sticking out from under a cream hat smiles at him. He has that crazy, competitive look. We know these women. They are crazy.
-Here here! Vaughn nods enthusiastically. You can’t trust them.
Cole straightens up.
Be careful what you say, Dalca.
As you wish, GI Joe. He gestures for him to leave and continues: We have to win. Or risk being completely castrated by women. “Stefan can’t even get through the last part of his ridiculous talk without laughing.
“You’re already wearing a turtleneck.” Griffin shakes his head.
“Are you ready, little sluts?” Billie calls from the other end of the pond. Or are you all going to stand in a circle talking about your feelings while we wait?
“Baby, you’re dead!” -Vaughn yells.
She smiles and winks at him.
The chatter continues as they head to center ice to drop the puck. But I’m not seeing that.
I’m keeping an eye on Sloane.
Sloane who just took off her coat and is wearing my sweater. The gold highlights on the maroon base match her hair, and the big brown bear on the front makes her look more addictive than she is.
Somehow, he takes an oversized sweater and makes it look damn good. Very good.
And when he turns around with Gervais written on his back? I smile behind the cage of my helmet.
My name also suits him.
The game is so amateurish that I could stop everyone’s shots in my sleep, but I let a few in… just to keep things exciting.
What I like most are the jokes and the camaraderie.
Watching Sloane walk around the ice in my jersey is what gives me a semi the entire game.
And that’s when he skates towards me and whispers in my ear: “Jas, when we get back to the house, I want you to put me on my knees and show me exactly how you like to have your cock sucked” makes Mira sneak away from me and from my mind unidirectional to score the winning goal.
“I already have it!” Sloane’s hands fly above her head as she claps with the other women, celebrating her victory of what Billie coined ‘The Kindergarten Cup’ because ‘ only a bunch of man-children could come up with a child’s game.’ against girls’.
Sloane laughs. She is light and bright. This is Sunny. It makes me smile so much my cheeks hurt.
I can’t stop looking at her.