“Okay.”

He eyed her. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good,” he said, standing up, but then he paused. “Wait, do you love me? Already? It’s been like two weeks.”

She laughed nervously. “No, you nerd, I was just asking.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Shoot.”

“Fine!” she yelled before whipping back and knocking the shit out of the puck. It was sloppy and she wasn’t aiming, but somehow, she hit the crossbar. Her eyes shot wide as she looked up at him, his jaw hanging open. “Ha! Give me your pants.”

“It doesn’t work like that, and you didn’t mean to do that.”

“I did too! That’s my wrister,” she teased, waggling her brows, and he rolled his eyes.

“You did not. That was all luck,” he yelled, sliding off his jacket and leaving it on the ice as he took a puck out of the bucket that was waiting at the middle.

“It was not.”

“Yes, it was.”

Looking at the goal, he shot but missed. She beamed over at him and laughed. “Not so legendary against your girlfriend.”

“You messed with my head.”

“It was all my plan,” she said, shooting and missing the goal completely.

“Told you it was luck.”

“Shut up.”

And on they went. Vaughn missed a few more times, as she hit it once more, his scarf joining the jacket. But then, Vaughn went on a roll. He hit the crossbar six times in a row, and soon, Brie was shivering in only her panties and leggings.

As she dropped her bra, she shook her head as he laughed and said, “My wrister is basically badass.”

“Whatever.”

Still laughing as he drank her in, Vaughn called to her, “I’m surprised you didn’t do the leggings.”

“I don’t want to take my skates off.”

Chuckling as she shot, she missed, and her head fell back. But when she heard the ding, she closed her eyes. Glancing over at him as he beamed like a kid in the candy shop, she shook her head. “Can we just say I took my leggings off?”

“Nope. Go on over there and take them off. I’ll wait.”

“You’re a jerk.”

“Want some help?” he called to her as she skated toward the bench.

She paused and then pointed to him. “Yes, come yank them off.”

He laughed as she sat on the bench, holding her legs up. “I’m surprised. You haven’t given up.”

She scoffed. “Please. I’m warming up.”

He was still chuckling until he yanked her leggings off, then his chuckles died off. Glancing up at him, she watched as his lips curved and he reached for her, picking her up in his arms. “What in the world are you doing?”

“You,” he answered, holding her gaze. “Think I can handle you in a thong?”

He pressed his lips against hers as his hands grasped her ass. Breathless, she melted into the kiss but also his warmth. His arms were so warm, and when he placed her feet back into her skates, she almost whimpered. “This naughty thong,” he muttered against her mouth before he yanked it off. The fabric tore as she gasped against his mouth. “You don’t need that.”

“I don’t?”

“Nope,” he said, turning her around. Thankfully he had her as she wobbled on her skates. Groaning loudly, he ran his hands down her ass before bending her over the boards. The cold air hit her warm center, and she gasped as he slid his hands between her legs, feeling her wet folds and causing her eyes to drift closed. “I want you. Here.”

As he slid a finger into her, she whimpered. “I figured.”

He trailed kisses down her shoulders and back, and she heard his pants drop before he was in her with one hard thrust, taking away any coherent thoughts she might have had. Grasping her hips, he pounded into her, and the sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed through the empty rink, her cries joining with his grunts. He took her breast in his hand, and she cried out as he continued to pound into her, his teeth raking her shoulder as he went deeper, harder with each thrust. She wasn’t sure how this happened, but in a way, she didn’t care one bit. Having sex with Vaughn was probably her favorite thing to do.

Which might be a little sad, and she might want to reevaluate her hobbies. Later. She’d do that much later.

His fingers threaded in her hair, yanking her head back, and his mouth covered hers as he swallowed her cries. When he pulled back, his mouth only inches from hers, she gasped, “My hair.”

“Fuck your hair,” he grunted, slamming into her. “I want people to look at you and then me, and say, wow, she was just done by that dude. And then,” he gasped, his body stilling as he fought for breath, “I want you to look at them and be like, yeah, he did this. He messed up my hair by fucking me against the boards in the Vaughn Johansson Skating Center.”

“You forgot the home of ‘The Legend’ part.”

“Damn right, you’re being fucked by a legend.”

She snorted, her body squeezing his. “I’ll make sure to say that.” Smiling against his mouth as he started to pick up his rhythm, she breathed, “Even if it’s a little old lady.”

Thrusting hard, he felt his body shake as he grunted hard against her mouth. Sucking in a deep breath, he leaned his nose to hers as he placed a kiss to the side of her mouth. “You tell her you were done by The Legend.”

When he opened his eyes, his lips turned up in a grin and she shook her head, sputtering with laughter. “You never cease to amaze me with your cockiness.”

Still gasping for breath, he kissed the side of her mouth. “And to think, it’s only the beginning.”

As their mouths joined in a heated tangle, his arms swallowing her against him, she got lost in the kiss. She ignored the cold air and how cocky he was because she knew, at that moment, she loved him. Yeah, it had only been two weeks, and he probably would take forever to fall for her, but she had fallen for him.

Completely.

While she knew it to be true, she found that, for the first time since knowing him, she was terrified of her feelings.

He potentially could never reciprocate her feelings. She wasn’t naïve to that; she knew it could happen. He would run, and she knew he would. But the problem was, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to pick herself up from a heartbreak like that.