I finished tightening the laces and stood up, extending my hand. "Okay, Bella. You ready, baby?"

She looked up at me with nervous eyes, and didn't take my hand. Instead, she was biting her lip as her gloved fingers played with the blanket she had draped around her shoulders. Grinning, I pulled off the blanket. "We need you as balanced as possible."

She sighed and I chuckled. She really didn't want to do this at all. I hunched down, meeting her eyes. "Bella, I've taught so many kids to skate I've lost count. I won't let you get hurt. I promise."

"Kids, Edward. Kids are flexible. Kids know no fear."

I laughed. "And when it comes to skating, you know nothing but. C'mon Scaredy Cat. Give me your hand."

"Edward …"

"Bella. Trust me. No one is here except us. No one is going to laugh at you." I wrapped my hands around hers, lifting her. Unsteadily she rose to her feet. I could feel her shaking. I kissed her softly. "Hold tight, Bella. I won't let you fall. I'll never let you fall."

*()*

A short time later, Bella sat down heavily on the bench. "I told you."

I chuckled, looking at her tense posture. She was so nervous she couldn't relax enough to try and find her balance.

"It's your first time. You can't expect to skate like a pro after fifteen minutes."

"I can't even stand."

"Try the chair, Bella."

"I feel like a dork."

I leaned down and kissed her. "The cutest dork I know." I pulled her back up, placing the chair in front of her. "Lean on the chair, push it forward and try to get a feel for your skates and the ice."

Twenty minutes later we had some minor success. We had actually moved around the ice with Bella somewhat shuffling her feet and huffing as she concentrated. I skated backward slowly, encouraging her and watching her; wondering if she might be the one person I couldn't teach. She was very shaky on skates, but I knew her fear was holding her back. When she looked at up me with defeated eyes, I smiled at her, not wanting her to see my doubt.

"I suck. I still can't stand."

I skated to her side and wrapped her in my arms, holding her against me. "You didn't fall. You'll do better next time."

She tilted her head back with a grimace. "Next time?"

I chuckled. "Yep. I'm not letting you give up so easily."

"More torture?"

I tightened my arms. "This is torture, Bella?"

She giggled. "Well, this is the reward after the torture."

"I like this reward."

I pushed off, skating backward, taking Bella with me. Instantly she stiffened, and I pulled her closer, bending down and pressing my lips to hers. Her small gasp allowed my tongue to press in and I kissed her deeply. Her hands stopped clutching my arms and curled around my neck as she lost herself with me. Long moments passed while I skated and kissed her, until I slowly brought us to a standstill. I kept kissing her before I gradually backed away, my hands drifting up from her waist, over her arms, until they were cupping her face and then I broke the kiss. Smiling, I pulled back a little more, lifting her hand and kissing the palm. I kept smiling at her as she stood, panting slightly and looking dazed.

"Bella."

Her fingers grazed over her bottom lip. "Hmm?"

"You're standing."

"What?"

"You're standing on your skates, baby. All by yourself."

She looked down and then back up, her eyes wide and excited. "I am!"

That was when she made the mistake of throwing her arms in the air. Almost instantly she started to flail, her legs splitting apart as she wobbled on the blades. I lunged forward, catching her before she hit the ice, taking the brunt of the fall as I pulled her down on top of me.

For a few seconds … there was silence.

"Bella, are you all right?"

"Yes."

I groaned. "Good. Glad one of us is."

She pulled back, leaning over me, tugging her gloves off as she ran her hands over me. "Are you hurt? Edward ... Where are you hurt? Tell me!"

I laid my hand on my ribs. "Here."

"You broke a rib?"

"No, I think you did."

"Me?"

"You have bony little elbows, woman. Jeesh. You jabbed me good."

She slapped my arm. "You scared me!"

"You smacked me in the face too. Ouch."

"What do you want me to do? Kiss it better?"

I grinned and pointed to a spot on my cheek. "Yeah, right there."

Smiling, she leaned down and nuzzled my cheek. Her warm lips felt good on my cold skin. I pointed to my forehead. "I think you got me there, too."

Her lips traced a trail to my head, softly nestling over my face.

"Here and here, as well." I pointed to my eyes and then my nose, trying to hold back a smile.

She kissed me again and drew back, arching her eyebrow at me. I pointed to my mouth, pouting slightly.

"Big owie, right here."

She leaned in, her lips brushing mine. I groaned when I felt her tongue sweep across my mouth, its heat leaving a trail of sweet moisture behind. I cupped the back of her neck, holding her face against mine and kissed her back. It began gently. Soft lips and teasing tongues. And then it changed. It became deep. Wanting. Hard.

I sat up, dragging her onto my lap as I took possession of her mouth, kissing and exploring her intensely. My tongue licked and stroked hers as she arched into me, the breathy little sigh I loved, building in her throat as I lavished her. Her hips began moving as she undulated on me, pressing down onto my hardening cock. I broke away from her, kissing my way to her ear. "I want you, Bella. We need to go inside."

She pulled back and looked at me, her small gasps causing little puffs of white in the air around us. Her eyes gleamed at me in the reflection of the light bouncing off the ice. "No."

"No?"

She leaned over and grabbed the blanket. "No. Here."

I gaped at her. "Here?"

She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. "Right here, Edward. You built this rink for fun. Show me some fun on the ice. Now."

"You want me to make love to you outside … on the ice?"

Her smile got wider. "No Edward, I want you to fuck me … outside … on the ice. Fast."

I blinked in surprise then lunged forward, grabbing her. I rolled her over on the ice, with the blanket under her. Our mouths met in frenzied, passionate kisses; teeth clashing and biting, tongues stroking and frantic. I pulled the zipper of her jacket down, plunging my hand under her sweater to find warm curves that quivered as I caressed her. Her hands fumbled and found my waistband, dipping inside, wrapping around my erection.

"Fuck, Bella, your hands are freezing."

"So are yours."

"We should stop."

Her hand kept stroking. "No."

I groaned. The cold around me and the sensation of her hand was intense. I could only imagine what it would feel like to bury myself into her heat amidst all the cold. I wanted that. I wanted it now.

I pulled back and in one move dragged her heavy sweatpants down, yanking them off one leg right over the skate she was wearing. I left the other one covered for warmth. Mine, I wrenched down below my knees hissing at the cold air as it hit my bare skin. I hovered over her and lifted her hips, surging forward and drove myself deep inside her wet heat, cursing at the overload of stimulus surrounding me.

Warmth and passion.

Cold and ache.

Yearning and need.

Pleading and breathless.

Bella.

Bella arched and moaned and I covered her as much as I could then began moving in short, hard strokes keeping myself as close to her as possible. This was going to be fast. I wanted it fast. With the cold I needed it to be fast. Bella was panting, meeting my thrusts as I pounded into her, my hips swivelling, our flesh crushing together.

It was all too much. I could feel myself starting to lose it, my body shaking in the cold, my cock tightening within Bella. "Are you close, baby?" I panted in her ear.

"Soon … yes … please … ah … God … Edward …" she whimpered as her muscles clamped down. Groaning, my orgasm burst through me and I growled out her name, spilling inside her. Shivering, I looked down at her. She smiled up at me impishly, even though her lips were trembling with cold.

Quickly, I pulled up my sweats, unlaced her skate, yanking it off to pull up her pants before I lifted her onto the bench and removed my skates then carried her into the house. I headed right for the bathroom, turning on the shower before helping her off with the other skate and her clothes. I pushed her into the shower, discarding mine and joining her.

Inside the shower, the warm water pounded down on us as we stood, soaking up the heat. Slowly, my limbs started to feel normal and I pulled Bella into my arms.

"That is not happening again."

She looked up, grinning. "The act itself or the location?"

I smacked her butt with a grin. "Location. Jesus, woman I can't believe I let you talk me into having sex on the ice! I think my ass has frostbite."

"Didn't take much talking, Edward."

I chuckled. No, it hadn't. Her breathless curse and unexpected demand had sealed the deal pretty quickly.

"I can check if you want." She pressed up against me. "When we go to bed I can do a very … thorough examination and make sure you're safe."

My cock twitched. How the hell did she do that?

She pouted up at me. "Besides, I thought that was the point of the rink."

"Me getting frostbite on my ass?"

"No. Having fun. Wielding your big stick like a grinder and scoring a touchdown with your puck bunny." She frowned. "No wait, I mean a goal. You scored a goal, right?"

I blinked at her, as she burst into giggles at what she thought was her clever hockey lingo.

I tried not to laugh; she had no clue. She was utterly adorable, and she was mine.

"You're kinda more like a bender right now, Bella, not a puck bunny. I was never a grinder."

She pressed into me again, making me groan. "Felt like some grinding earlier."

I grinned. "I suppose it did. I was always more of a sniper."

"Is that good?"

"Sure."

"Well, I got you outta your breezers, didn't I?"

I pulled her closer, chuckling. "That you did. I love you, my little bender puck bunny."

She sighed. "Love you, my grinding sniper."

This time I didn't hold back the laughter.

But I did go in for another … touchdown.

Naughty Bella! This chapter was inspired by my dear Smusic who is my self proclaimed #1. Her reviews often contain slang from a backyard hockey website and I thought I would use some of the funnier ones. All in good fun. This chapter I was informed also contains MC's favorite line of the whole story - again the funny slang.

So anyone else want to check for frostbite on poor Edward? Maybe you'll score a touchdown as well ... LOL

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