WINTER'S MATE: FATED ON ICE

Chapter 28 - I won’t kink shame you.

Rosie’s POV

After realizing I have feelings for my husband, I had been cautious of him around the house—his voice, his face, his smile, and even the simplest look always did something to me that made my throat bob nervously. I kept noticing that my eyes couldn’t stop straying to watch every action of his. Whether it was his back muscles flexing when he moved or the glimpse of his dimple, I was so conscious of him.

I patted my reddened cheeks firmly, trying my best to focus on the homework spread out in front of me. The day of my GED exam was right around the corner, and Elena had given me some take-home exercises to complete. Although I easily aced every other subject, my only issue was mathematics.

Whoever the heck invented mathematics as a required subject seriously needed to be arrested. Anything that passed a simple equation immediately made my brain throb with pain. I stared down at the numbers, my face scrunching up at the complex equation as I tried to figure out where I had gone wrong, but the memories of last week kept sneaking back into my head, so I slammed my book closed, wanting to scream out loud in frustration.

After that public kiss at the rink, I had forgotten where I was, getting lost in the sensation of his cold lips on mine with my eyes closed. My heart had raced in wild, unrhythmic waves that felt synced with his while the crowd hollered and cheered all around us. When we finally pulled away from each other, my chest was rising and falling heavily, and my lips were tingling and feeling swollen. That was when reality hit me, making me realize where we were, and an urge to hide away. The arena announcer and his broadcast partner immediately started talking about the romantic moment over the speakers, and the bashfulness wanted to kill me.

Jude had just chuckled softly, reaching out to tap my nose before he removed his hockey jersey and used it to cover my blushing face. He then lifted me effortlessly up into his arms, carrying me out of the rink while some swooned along the way.

I buried my face against his chest, inhaling his scent; even the sweat from the game didn’t deter his manly smell, and I closed my eyes as he moved. He took me out of the main arena and down into the underground parking through the back entrance where his car was parked, gently dropping me into the passenger seat.

He looked at me, his gaze softened. "I’m coming right back." He said as he placed a soft kiss on my forehead before turning to head back into the arena.

My chest was thumping so seriously that it felt like the organ kept inside it was going to pop out. I touched my forehead where his lips had just left, feeling the skin tingle before the warmth spread all the way down to my cheeks. I buried my face into his discarded jersey and breathed in deeply. My breathing stuttered, my hands clenching tightly onto the fabric as my eyes rolled back from the sensation, my legs rubbing together as a sudden heat pulled into my stomach.

I quickly snatched the jersey away from my nose to stop the perverted reaction from taking over. I wondered if this was exactly how you were supposed to know you loved someone, because it felt like a new world to my heart and my reasoning.

Suddenly, my phone rang with a new notification, and I checked the screen to see a text message waiting from Kira.

Kira: That was so hot, darling, fuck. You guys practically ate each other’s faces off.

I blushed furiously at the text, vividly remembering how I had willingly opened my mouth for Jude’s tongue, letting him explore every ridge of my mouth. Another text from Kira popped up after:

Kira: Enjoy yourselves, both of you, and quickly make me an aunt.

And a full-blown blush coated my cheeks at that. What the hell did she mean by that?! There couldn’t possibly be anything like that happening between Jude and me so soon, right?

I turned off the screen immediately, catching sight of Jude jogging back toward the car with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He slid into the driver’s seat, and I gulped nervously, turning my gaze away toward the window. Jude chuckled softly, igniting the car to life, and I was grateful that he didn’t say anything or try to talk at all during the ride. The moment we got back to the penthouse, I got out of the car and ran straight to the bedroom, burying my face deep into the pillow as I fell fast asleep without changing out of my dress.

"What exactly are you thinking about, wifey?" Jude’s deep voice suddenly cut through the air, jerking me out of my thoughts.

I jolted in surprise, my cheeks still warm as I glanced up to see him hovering over me. I had been lying flat on the ground, my chest and stomach resting on the floor with my closed math textbook resting in front of me while he stood directly above me. His legs were spread wide apart beside my sides, his back straightening as he looked down at the book. My heart thumped wildly, and I quickly crawled away from his shadow, sitting down on my ass and grabbing my textbook.

"Can’t you put on a shirt?!" I lamented loudly, slamming my hands over my chest, wanting to calm my racing heart.

Jude looked down at himself and simply shrugged his shoulders. "I like being shirtless because I know you love this body of mine, and I fully plan to use it to seduce you," he responded easily while I shook my head in disbelief at his shamelessness. My eyes darted around the room rather than looking at him before I forced my textbook open again, hoping that seeing a difficult mathematical problem would successfully pull me away from my distraction.

"Are you having an issue with that?" he asked, his brow raising slightly as he stared down at the pages.

I gritted my teeth hard to calm my nerves. Why wasn’t he affected by this proximity at all? He was the one who said he liked me—no, loved me. How could he remain so perfectly calm while I was going haywire over here? Fuck. I swallowed the lump in my throat, then pointed out the assignment.

"Elena gave me this, and I’m having a massive issue with it," I explained, pointing directly to question one.

Jude walked a few steps closer to me, then turned around to sit behind my back. He settled down on the couch, leaving me sitting in between his open legs, and my eyes darted around in panic. My nostrils were instantly assaulted with his clean, intoxicating smell, and a part of me wanted to lean back into him, but I caught myself just in time.

"Do you even know how to solve it?!" I snapped, inviting my usual passive-aggressiveness to come and save me from the embarrassment I was feeling.

He smirked arrogantly, raising his shoulders in a boasting manner. "I’ll have you know that I have an IQ well above average," he stated proudly.

I scowled back at him over my shoulder. "Psst..." I responded dismissively, which only made him chuckle softly against my back.

Then, he leaned forward and started explaining the math problem to me, and God, it was so understandable. It felt like Jude had a talent to be a teacher because of how patient and good he was with his explanations. Every time I got a question right, he would lean down and gently peck one of my fingers, and whenever I did not get it right, he would tap my nose playfully, re-explain the whole concept, and solve it all over again with me.

I didn’t even notice when the time had gone; I had finished the assignment and had even done more practice problems. It had been so fun and interesting working through it with him. After we were done, he ruffled my hair adorably. His fingers trailed softly to the edge of my hair, bringing a strand toward his lips to place a soft kiss on it.

"You did well, wifey," he murmured. The gentle compliment did something to me, making something boom inside my chest as a shiver ran down my spine.

I quickly swatted his hand away, turning my reddened face to the side. "Stop it," I chided softly, and he chuckled lightly at my reaction.

He stood up from the couch, stretching his muscles out while I helplessly stared at how his body moved. Jude had a good and lovely body, and the worst part was that he knew it perfectly. His upper lip pulled in a knowing smirk when he noticed that I was ogling him, and he gave me a slow wink.

"You can take a picture, wifey, so that it will last forever." He grinned widely, then waved his hand dismissively. "Actually, why settle for a picture... when the real thing is not going anywhere? You can just ask me to flex for you whenever you want."

I stood up from the floor and threw a couch pillow at him while his loud chuckles echoed through the living room as he walked toward the hallway. He stopped, turning around to stare at me, and I instantly became red and shy all over again.

"And you can always request nudes; I really won’t mind, wifey. I’m completely open-minded to your perversion."

I ran after him immediately to hit him, while his booming laughter echoed loudly through the room.

"I would never kink shame you for your preferences, wifey!"

This shameless man!

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